As you can tell, I am bored.

I am bored enough to want to hear Pheobe's song "smelly cat".

We all fight our own battles. Battles against ourselves, our insides, our outsides, our erosion as according to time, our wear and tear against the wind, rain and stress. Battles against the thoughts in our brains, the ones we think we should have, the things we think we should be, and we fight so hard to portray the person we want to be. We fight the lack of time, the call of the decadent, the sloth of youth and the wanderlust that seeks fulfillment in millions of dollars worth of air tickets, travel destinations and luxurious accomodation. Exam period in itself is a battle of the mind (have I studied enough, will I remember any of this? Is this useful information at all, and am I lazy or merely reasonable?), and only overcomers win the race. We fight
location (I don't live close enough to XX or far away enough from XX.),
transport (Jams, buses, fares),
technology (Internet D/Cs, the MSN 'block' function, computers not cooperating for essay research),
destination (Where do I want to be? Is that feasible?),
duration (Why does sitting in the doctor's office or waiting for an organisation to reply take so long?),
terminology (WNL, NOK, PCU.. just some of the things I need to remember for hospital placements),
semantics (Are you lazy or just taking time to enjoy life?),
euphemism (a far less subtle and unjustifiable form of semantics),
memory (The memories change you know. what you hated you yearn for when put away from it. Remember the Israelites craving for their slavery?),
terror (all the something-phobias, all the what'ifs),
heat & cold (in more than a literal sense),
dust & dirt (when it gets on your dashboard, face, floor, clothes and car),
routine (doing the same predictable thing everyday even though you know that extreme change would probably be unwelcome as well. We are hard to satisfy, you know).
Murmurs (complaining to such an extent that one might be led to think you were influenced by rumrum).

Struggle, argue, twist and writhe. That's just the way we do things. And actually. It's a very dumb way of doing things. Why bend over backwards (thanks for that new meaning, Grace) to do something about the things that aren't in your control. What I need to do is to stop being such a grump. And let God drive.