Part 3

Soon, I started making more friends. Was that a good thing? I thought so. And maybe I still do.

I started having more and more random conversations with my classmates on MSN and Facebook. So much so that I was involved in organizing a road trip to Tangkak and Muar for some bak kut teh and otak-otak with people I barely even knew at that time. By the way, fun fact; did you know that there is no McDonalds in Tangkak? I am still trying to digest that fact after so many years. They actually have to drive all the way to Muar to get a double cheese burger. Well you can definitely forget about McDelivery. But REALLY? No McDonalds? BUT HOW? Oh well at least they have KFC. Right? ... Or was that in Muar too? Oh god. Anyway.

I have had my share of humiliating moments in MMU. Especially when my hair was in question. Once, I did a hair show for a friend and I came to class the next day with what I thought would look like a very sexy messy morning-after kind of look. "EH? Just woke up ah?" Rishi said loudly (in fact, too loud) and there goes an hour of my intense effort in trying to pull off that sexy look. Epic. Failure. And what about the time when my hair stylist ASSURED me that perming my hair would NOT make me look like a well-groomed poodle? RM250 down the drain. Or what about the time I came to class flashing my violent red fringe with a bit (ok a lot) of greenish blue layer at the back which eventually 'evolved' to what my friends would call "The Parrot-Peacock Style". Mann, that was when I drew a line and vowed to never ever go for any more hair show. I had to apologize to Mr Hafiz for having to present in moot court with that hair. Thank god I passed. By the way, I was forbidden from re-dying my hair to black because my hairstylist made it to the semi-finals so I was stuck with my peacock feathers for a month which EVENTUALLY made me look like the wife of some Ah Long (loanshark). My hair turned gold. No, not blonde. Gold. Yes, gold. Shut up.

Half way through my third year in law school, I somehow became friends with this girl. I remember every time this girl spoke in class, she would give me the chills. Her voice. Is like no other. Really. Extraordinary. I can't exactly remember how we got to talking but we did anyway. We would have endless conversations on MSN bitching about other people and exchanging extremely emotional songs and would both get equally emotional for no apparent reason. Qiao Rou. How do you pronounce that? Exactly. Well, you pronounce it as Kiao Rou. Or Jia Rou if you like. Then came the 8th of February 2009 - Q's birthday. I organized a surprise party for her at my house and invited a few friends over for some BBQ. I remember persuading Jia Rou to come over and insisted to pick her up from the station. We went over to Ixora to pick a few friends up. I stopped at the red light and Jia Rou asked me to look at my rear view mirror and I saw him sitting at the passenger seat laughing with his friend.

Jia Rou and I became inseparable soon after. We would go everywhere together. She joined Kai Choy and I in the library studying. And would sometimes call her friend over - Leon, to join us. Leon didn't speak much. We would be sitting at the same table, across each other, from 10am to 11pm but would not say one word to each other. He was just a friend. A silent one, actually - literally.

I have always had this notion that dating your classmate or your senior would be really tacky. First of all, it wouldnt work because the fact that you're classmates would mean that you would have to see each other EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. No friend time, no alone time, no nothing. Second of all, what if we break up? Being the month's highlight is definitely NOT something to look forward to. And lastly, NO! Ok yes I dated my senior. But it changed my perspective on life (HAHA. Life.). The fact that he was my senior and a boyfriend who loves me to the core, he would pay EXTRA attention in class and make notes and keep them properly to pass them on to me. So kids, get a senior boyfriend and make him fall head over heels for you and tell him if he doesn't give you quality notes, the relationship's over. What? That was how I got through my degree. What'd you think? I did it all by myself? *laughs* You guys are cute. So cute. *wipes tears from excessive laughter*

Old people would think that having a boyfriend would mean throwing your life away. You're going to start coming home late or rather early (as in 5am) without your bra and with your makeup still on and fail every paper possible and would have to extend for another 4 years and.. and... get pregnant by the time you're 20 and. Ok you get my point. How come I didn't come home without my bra though? My bra was still very much in place. Yes, it was 5am. Yes, I still had my eye liner on. Thing is, I just got back from Ayer Keroh's McDonalds. Because there was a lot to study that night. Look, when you are taking Company Law and Land Law, there is NO WAY your bra is ever going to come off. I'm just saying. So no, my senior boyfriend did not get me pregnant. He made me study and do my tutorials. I know.

So... I broke my life's second rule. Oh well. Might as well break the last one.

The fact that I hate ice-breaking sessions would sum up to the fact that I hate being in a crowd. I did not like the whole mingling around with people I've never met thing. That would also come to mean that I hate proms. I've always hated going to proms. The pressure of having to look for the perfect dress to fit the night which might probably cause a leakage on my lifesavings. Oh what heels to wear, oh should I let down my hair? Oh should I bun up my hair? Oh this Oh that Oh What.Ever. I'd rather spend the night watching my favorite series on Fox ore StarWorld. So throughout my 3 years in MMU, I was never a part of any clubs or events or whatnot. Anything that requires me to speak to people I dont know would be a NO-NO.

So I was having dinner with my friends at Jaya Corner one night and BAM! "Ok I'm going to try and run for the director of next year's law night" Why, Lynette? Why. Why in the world did I ever agree to that? Because at the end of the day, it would make my CV look pretty, THEY SAID. Ok. CV. Pretty. Job. ALRIGHT!

.... All not-so Right afterall.