Ramblings Of An Exam-Depressed Man

I am supposed to do some algebra at the moment, but never mind. I am just too drowsy to stand the painful torture of studying.

It is exam period here in UNSW. I have two papers to kill, and a span of a week each to get my brain all stuffed up with all those complex numbers, Gauss’s Law of Magnetism stuffs etc. They call it revision week anyway, or study vacation as Aijud sweetly puts it. Heck I hate revision week. It restricts your whole week to sitting in front of the study desk and nothing else, and your whole world is perched in the realm of books, exercises, etc. But then again, it is the only means for a student like me who takes early preparation for granted to get back on track of attaining good grades. Well, they say life is not all about studying. There are still plenty of other things to look for in life beyond the academic orbit. But I say life is about studying when you already flunked in your back-to-back algebra class tests, getting merely half of the possible full marks and your only savior from getting kicked out of university is the final examination. Revision week is good then, pretty much offering me a stick while I am drowned. So I guess this makes me love revision week. Oh God, I am confusing myself here.

On another note, I failed terribly in my quest to get up early in the morning of late. Thrice I tried not to get persuaded by the sweet call of Mr. Mattress and Miss Pillow after the Subuh prayer, and thrice I was not successful. Worse still, the next time I open my eyes it was already one hour or two to noon. Well, it might seem to be a tiny matter to some, but for a person of my sort who spends more than an hour for newspaper and breakfast every single morning, getting up early is simply necessary.Well, since I could not wake up at the sight of the morning sky, I decided to reschedule my daily routine so that I would have a long afternoon span to do some revision. But wait, I am not the type of person who revises during these hours. I remember the only thing I did to fill up my afternoon prep back then in MCKK was sleeping. Even when I did not, my mind was simply too preoccupied with the prospect of basketball training later in the evening. So there you go; the other reason for me to get up early is so that I can get those pages of thick algebra or physics books sifted since afternoon is not a productive span for me.

Speaking of exam, last night I received an email from Izwan, the president of Petronas Club here consisting of some hilarious pictures which he said, ‘to ease your stresses'. Here are three of them:

Funny aren't they? Zahira laughed to tears when I showed them to her.

Moving on, it is not a good time to be in Sydney at this moment; the weather is bizarrely unpredictable. It was storming heavily the past few days where the wind was simply too ferocious that the only you can do is shut yourself up at home. Still, when the sky makes way for the sun to spread its rays, the laziness in me to get out of home pulak takes over.

It is time like this that makes me realize how terribly I miss Malaysia. Oh, this morning I dreamt of being back at home. I attended a relative’s open house and there were these heaps of scrumptious, cholesterol-abundant food, and I was about to ask for this piece of murtabak from my sister when suddenly the alarm clock came into play. Damn. Now, can anyone get me a murtabak here?

Forgive me readers for being so annoying this time, blame not me but the boredom of revision week. The good news is, come this day two weeks from now, I will be on my way to Mebourne as a free man.