Choices. The good and the bad. Sometimes they bring us to our knees, at times they’ll brush us up like Vitamin C.

Life is full of choices. I mean, to every single detail, we need to decide. You pant on what color shirt you’d like wear to make a statement, or should I go for a swim&tan or just a swim will do. I think, I will not turn on the light this time while I play the PSP. Irregular. Passive.

Choices are like… lotions. There’s so many different purposes to which a certain can derive. There’s oil control, active moisturising, then there’s active sun-blocking. Heck, even skin tightening. You choose and decide on which lotion you’d like to use on days that are forthcoming. Confused. Sedate.

I take 250mg of Vitamin C daily. Something my mom and the entire healthcare profession advocates to boost the immune system. Besides, anything more will just be flushed down each time you visit the throne and leak. Then again, you’d choose if there’s a need for double dosage when you’re tired or feeling rather sickly. But will it make a difference? Tonic. Clonic.

Life uncertainties are completely out of my spectrum of impulsation, my comprehension. I salute those who make right choices daily. Yet i’m sure they’ve made a whole lot of bad ones before. Experimental. Decisive cloning.

It’s 3pm and on my only day off for the week i’ve made a choice. To stay at home and relax. Pump in the C’s and forego the E’s. The sun will wait, my health won’t. Work. Health. Sickening. Basket.

Still, I have not decided. I cannot imagine the entirety of this emaculation. I cannot stand still, I can’t choose. I need to. I’m hungry.

Should I have ice-cream for lunch?

Should I?