I remember puking throughout the night, at one point I think I fainted on the bathroom floor while bumping my head on the bathroom sink, picked myself off the floor and into my bed, and I woke up the next morning with a severe headache and a nasty bump at the back left side of my head. The most unfortunate thing of all was that I woke up.
And then I had to go downstairs and face my family as if it was just another normal, ordinary day, just another boring day in the life of an unimportant mortal that is me. No problem. I was, after all, the master of my own deception.
And now I was a true failure. I had let my family down, I had let myself down. The way I saw it, I had 2 choices - stay a failure or prove everyone wrong. I decided on the latter. I made many decisions that day. I decided that I was going to turn my life around. I was going to prove to everyone, including myself, that I am not the failure they all thought I was.
I decided that I was going to do Form 6, change to the Arts Stream, go into University Malaya (the oldest public university and in my opinion, the best university in Malaysia) and do law. Why law? Well, quite apart from being interested in the concepts of justice and equality which seem to be missing in my life, the law faculty in University Malaya was one of the most difficult faculties to get into. There was a quota system in place at that time, and every year only 100 students are admitted, 60 places are for bumiputras, 30 for Chinese, and 10 for Indians. So I had to be one out of 10 Indian students in the whole of Malaysia to get a place in the law faculty of University Malaya.
But none of that mattered. That was my goal. And nothing was going to stop me.
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