just minishorts.

For some reason, it's easier to induce verbal vomit when you're a student with only three hours of classes to attend a day. Interestingly, I caught this rather late, excuse me for that, but while having more things to handle a day technically suggests that you'd have more things to talk about and rant about, when you are given that chance and time to sit down in front of a computer to just let'er rip, you become speechless. Everything becomes a miniature mushroom that doesn't deserve retrospection anymore, and you're left with nothing to say.

I was about to type in 'duh' in this column, because life is like that for me now. Like a clockwork mouse, I wake up in the morning, snooze my alarm several times before popping out of bed at 6.50 daily, speed through my morning routines and find myself pressing my car brakes several times in an effort to make it through the jam. I arrive at 7.55, watch the office-folk run up to swipe their key-cards and run out to have their two-hour long morning breaks, and lament at the incurable state of civil-servitude. Corporatization is just a word, and we're all still the same.

I live in the transitions, I can't say I enjoy knowing that there's at least 30 more years of this before I can finally sit down and do my own little thing. It's a bit sad, this droning version of living life, but I can't help being caught up in it… I can't afford to make difficult decisions, and I'm too satiated to try being different. At every turn, two choices present themselves to me, and I always, always take the easy way out.

I'm a coward like that, so I live in the transitions.

I watch my Sundays slip past me, and I dread tomorrow. Oh but it's Monday already.