Love and spanking

everyday in life we are faced with decisions. from minor ones deciding what to eat, to life changing ones like what to drink.. well, it changed my life anyway.
i may sound like a sexist here, but i can boldly say decisions makes a man more than it makes a woman. before i further decrease my chances of getting laid, i would like to explain that my declaration is based solely on the fact that women generally tend to leave majority of the minor decisions to men in a relationship.
the innate ability to see a box within a box within a box, coupled with their inquisitive nature to unturn every pebble on the beach, gives them many options in a single situation. however, the lack of judgement and willpower can sometimes work against their rational, leaving them too confused with the information they gathered. something like trying to chop a tree down, only to stop at the final swing fearing the fallen tree may anger bees to attack her, before handing her man the axe. or not making up her mind what to eat in a foodcourt, only to grumble later what he bought for her. or slowing down at a junction when the light is green. get my drift please.

walking away isn't easy, but it's easy to do.

god damn october cupids. breakup rates around me are high and though i still feel indifferent to girls and relationships, lending a shoulder and dishing out cynicism has reminded me of a certain someone. someone i cared for and wanted to protect. someone who made me sleep with my handphone under my pillow. someone who made me smile every time i see her. in the end i made my choice of walking away. for a simple reason that i couldn't be in control. i hate people who set sail on relationship boats and trust the winds of "love". i was beginning to hate myself.

oh man the mood now is increasingly morbid and i must have dragged 5 fags for this post. i'll just stop by saying i've made the right choice. both of drinking and walking.