choices are a weird thing.

i wish i didn't have any...if only i had everything already planned out for me then i won't have to decide. i won't have to choose. someone i know said that choosing not to choose is also a choice. how very true...

if you know me at all, you'll know that i can't make decisions to save my life. whether it's about where to eat, what to do, who to invite...i'm terrible at it. i make plans on top of plans because i have no idea which i'd rather do and then end up blowing everyone off.

see, you get choices be it going drinking or watching a movie or going to Genting...we all get choices but when you can't decide which activity you'd rather take on, you just don't decide...and then one by one all your plans pass you by.

you think that everything will stay as it is but life will always find ways to kick you in the ass...maybe it's for your own good...maybe it's a much needed wake up call...

choices...i hate choices. you think you made the right choice and then that damn choice turns its ugly head and bites you in the nose.

word of the day: the horizon is an imaginary line that recedes as you approach it.