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A ticking clock on the wall had never been so troublesome, but now it seems to be...  Taking its battery out and chucking it into the bin won't really help because it's not actually the annoying sound that's bothering me that much, it's the reality that time is running (or flying?) so fast these days.

My friend Marc once mentioned that time is man's greatest invention.  I'd love to believe it, but why does a human being, like me, doesn't have the power over time?  I couldn't turn it back, and I couldn't stop it neither.  The final exam's approaching, and this illusion of time has triumphantly conquered me!  My soul and physique is currently infused with exhaustion and anxieties.  

The amount of online and printed learning materials dumped unto us this semester is more than enough to challenge my humble intellect.  And I am unfortunately deprived and equally denied with the luxury of time to thoroughly cover all these stuff, even if I stay awake and continue reading twenty-four hours a day until the first day of our exam next week.

My head's getting heavy, and heavier through time.  It's actually numb at the moment; and despite my will to continue reading, my brain's just simply given up.

My wall clock's still audibly ticking, as if reminding me that another period of procrastination has gone by... that soon I will finally run out of time to review, and that whether I'm ready or not, I'll surely find myself occupying a seat in the examination room. But why should I bother?  I couldn't turn back time, I couldn't stop it and I couldn't fast track it, anyway.  If time wants to fly, then let it be, so tomorrow I'll wake up with my graduation cloak ready.


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My current ride

I'VE BEEN SNEEZING for so many times daily for three days now, and without the aid of a thermometer, I'm sure that I'm slightly febrile.  This nasal congestion's bothering me especially at night; and this profuse nasal discharge that was initially clear and runny has recently become mucoid.  I'm not a physician but I have come up with a self-diagnosis that I am currently suffering from allergic rhinitis.

Honestly, I hate springtime.  While others love it, and some would say I should be thankful for this new and colourful life springing up around me, I couldn't help but secretly complain to myself about these insects pushing themselves in through the tiny spaces of my window mesh, the skin-pricking Australian sun coming out with its warmth gradually turning into a hot and dry South Australian summer (which I hated the most)!  I always forget to whinge about those invisible crop and weed pollens suspended in the air until I find myself taking antihistamine tablets and combating drowsiness while lying on these massive piles of research data, statistical analysis, scientific publications, lecture notes and handouts.

I couldn't believe I have hoarded all these stuffs inside my tiny room- which, after more than six weeks, had been finally dusted and vacuum cleaned yesterday.  Had this itchy and runny nose didn't strike, an inch thick of these tiny, powdery particles could have still been comfortably resting on any horizontal surface in my cave.  Well, just like my mind and this journal, my room deserves a decent clean up to tell these invisible spiders that I'm still occupying this room so they'll stop weaving cobwebs up the ceiling.

Obviously busy! 

Actually, I'm very thankful to be up and running until today after that literally scary ride a couple of weeks ago.  I was on the final week of my compulsory equine clinical placement that time and I had to go with one of the university's equine surgeons for an ambulatory case.  I was and had been thinking until now that this young German vet surgeon had forgotten that he's driving in Australia- a country which is very particular with speed limits and other driving rules.  I would like to believe that that equine colic that he was trying to solve was not really an emergency case, and that our lives in that ambulatory services' van were more precious...  While he was incautiously driving I really wanted to blurt out that, despite these enormous challenges in the vet school, I definitely didn't want to be picked up broken on a roundabout or expressway... that I still wanted to live longer and achieve my humble dreams.

The memorable ride that I was writing about here.  I still managed to take a photo, a remembrance. 

            


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