Part 4

The preparation for 2011's Law Night was really nothing to joke about. It was a mistake for me to think that I could well manage everything and still be able to pass all my 3rd year subjects. You see, I've never been good at failing. I don't accept defeat so easily and when I found out later on that I failed Land Law 2 and IT 2, I felt my whole world caving in on me. I was literally on my breaking point back then and almost felt as if I was going into depression. I secretly gave up on everything. And by everything I mean everything. I have everything around me grasps so tightly in the palm of my hands just to make sure that nothing slips- leaving no space for failures. But you see, if I hadn't volunteer to organize the event, I would have missed my chances in meeting so many people. This girl who blew me away with her voice - Lily, they called her. The dude who has the scariest eyes and looks as if he is going to tear your head apart and has Rock for a name but is actually one of the sweetest guys I know. Then there is this one guy... God I have no words to describe the kind of person he is. Let's just say that I am very convinced he is actually a 60 year old man stuck in a young person's body - Muz. And this other guy - Dareen. No, not Darren. It's DAR-EEN. I get confused every time Amirul tells me "Darren is coming over later" Pfft. The confusion he puts me in sometimes. I remember once, I dragged Dareen all over campus to accompany me run errands for the event. He tried SO hard to convince me that he had a stomach ache and had to go home and use the toilet. "Pleaseee! 2 hours only!" he begged. "You don't lie. You want to go home and sleep you think I dont know?" I said while walking ahead of him. "A while onlyyyy. Ok I'm pregnant." Yes, he told me he was pregnant and had to go back to his unit to deliver the baby. I let him go. Didn't want to be responsible for his miscarriage. And to my surprise, he did come back after 2 hours! I can never be more thankful for having these people and so many others in my team. They made my days of plain torture easier to get by. Oh and how can I forget the little princess. The most classic name I've ever come across - Kaesandra. Cannot love her enough for doing my nails at the very last minute in the hallway of FBL (5th floor).

I must admit that despite having to stay awake until 3am planning the event in my room and then waking up at an ungodly hour because people wouldn't stop calling me and having several mini heart-attacks when I receive bad news from my committee members or sponsors or Ms Kuek at possibly every waking hour and having to crack my brains to find another way around the problem, I had fun. I really did. Well that was until I failed 2 third year subjects. I guess I should have seen it coming when all I did was plan the event's finance and event flow during every lecture hour and contacting about 30 people at the same time during tutorials throughout the whole semester!

I was doing my internship when the results were released. I had a feeling that I was going to fail at least one subject. But no, I failed two. So being the very well-planned person I am, I waited until the very last minute before my lunch break to check my results. By then everyone was already celebrating their success on Twitter and Facebook. I saw how badly I did and I just switched my laptop off and headed downstairs for lunch. I tried REALLY hard not to cry but upon hearing my mom's voice telling me that it is going to be fine after patiently going through with me all possible options for me to take on in order for me to graduate in time, I broke down in tears. I have never felt so shattered in my life. The thought that I let my parents down crushed me. But I got over it as soon as the new semester started and I was determined to work as hard as ever for my final year subjects.

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