My Smoking Days
I picked up smoking when I was 19 years old... it was all so cool to have a cig sticking out of your mouth at the pubs, disco, cafe etc ...it was the coming of age, the independence of youth, the Marlboro Man. My first brand was Virginia Slim.. ya what a faggot brand.. if i had started with CAMEL, my lungs probably would have already degenerated to the darkness of the night..
It was always the puff and the blow... without the real inhaling.. who could tell the difference.. it was meant to impress.. no harm done since there was no real inhaling.. until the fateful guard duty night.. it was a breakup or was it a quarrel???? (M or F???) memory lapses.. though i remembered hanging up the public phone and sitting within the darkness of the cookhouse .. I could hear the fan circulating above me... i lit a stick and deeply inhale that white poison into my lungs... i was in heaven...or was it hell... i was floating... my head was spinning.. that was smoking.... REAL SMOKING
I was a compulsive smoker in my university days.. everyone who wants a smoking companion will look for the PAI KIA..it was smoking time before lecture, during lecture, after lecture, before tutorial, during tutorial... u get my drift.. i will be mugging along the wooden benches outside the LT with my notes all strewn over the 'liquid paper filled' graffiti table, cups and cups of coffee from the vending machine.. and my trusty cigarettes.. my fav Marlboro Menthol Lights.. what a perfect setting
I first gave up smoking for 6 months... for religion and my GF.. religion because my body is a temple of God...my GF because she hated kissing an ashtray... it didnt last beyond 6 months.... i fell to temptations and my GF just got use to kissing an ass tray :)
All my life i just continued smoking... in my career and all... how I was caught by my family, my bosses, my Christian Frens.. I was avoding people that i didnt want to know of my smoking habits.. who am i kidding.. the smell and the nicotine stained lips were dead give aways. I remembered washing my car not realising my cig box was sticking out from my pocket... my mom came up to me and just said "your cig box is dropping out" ha ha.... MOM KNOWS THEIR SON
I gave up smoking for 2 years... for someone i loved (M)... my health came back....i grew fatter... and i didnt pant when i walked up a flight of steps... it lasted that long until I went Vietnam... not for war.. i could imagine myself out in the mine-filled rice fields of siagon, in my army fatigue and holding onto my rifle with a cig drapping out from the corner of my mouth before I charged into the enemy's territory... NAY not so dramatic... had some loose US dollars, bought a pack and a box of matchsticks from the hotel lounge and just started smoking again
It's already 6 days since i last had a smoke... who am i doing it for... myself and my God... never do it for anyone.... it doesnt last (M or F)..do it because u want to... i dont know how strong I will be.. I can only look up.. He who never judges me
This is a picture of the place that i frequently disappeared from the office every other hour for a smoke.... after which, i will get a bottle of cologne and drench myself in its aroma hoping to mask the cig smell from my colleagues... what a triing life and what a waste of a bottle of perfectly good cologne.... i am gonna miss this place....
It was always the puff and the blow... without the real inhaling.. who could tell the difference.. it was meant to impress.. no harm done since there was no real inhaling.. until the fateful guard duty night.. it was a breakup or was it a quarrel???? (M or F???) memory lapses.. though i remembered hanging up the public phone and sitting within the darkness of the cookhouse .. I could hear the fan circulating above me... i lit a stick and deeply inhale that white poison into my lungs... i was in heaven...or was it hell... i was floating... my head was spinning.. that was smoking.... REAL SMOKING
I was a compulsive smoker in my university days.. everyone who wants a smoking companion will look for the PAI KIA..it was smoking time before lecture, during lecture, after lecture, before tutorial, during tutorial... u get my drift.. i will be mugging along the wooden benches outside the LT with my notes all strewn over the 'liquid paper filled' graffiti table, cups and cups of coffee from the vending machine.. and my trusty cigarettes.. my fav Marlboro Menthol Lights.. what a perfect setting
I first gave up smoking for 6 months... for religion and my GF.. religion because my body is a temple of God...my GF because she hated kissing an ashtray... it didnt last beyond 6 months.... i fell to temptations and my GF just got use to kissing an ass tray :)
All my life i just continued smoking... in my career and all... how I was caught by my family, my bosses, my Christian Frens.. I was avoding people that i didnt want to know of my smoking habits.. who am i kidding.. the smell and the nicotine stained lips were dead give aways. I remembered washing my car not realising my cig box was sticking out from my pocket... my mom came up to me and just said "your cig box is dropping out" ha ha.... MOM KNOWS THEIR SON
I gave up smoking for 2 years... for someone i loved (M)... my health came back....i grew fatter... and i didnt pant when i walked up a flight of steps... it lasted that long until I went Vietnam... not for war.. i could imagine myself out in the mine-filled rice fields of siagon, in my army fatigue and holding onto my rifle with a cig drapping out from the corner of my mouth before I charged into the enemy's territory... NAY not so dramatic... had some loose US dollars, bought a pack and a box of matchsticks from the hotel lounge and just started smoking again
It's already 6 days since i last had a smoke... who am i doing it for... myself and my God... never do it for anyone.... it doesnt last (M or F)..do it because u want to... i dont know how strong I will be.. I can only look up.. He who never judges me
This is a picture of the place that i frequently disappeared from the office every other hour for a smoke.... after which, i will get a bottle of cologne and drench myself in its aroma hoping to mask the cig smell from my colleagues... what a triing life and what a waste of a bottle of perfectly good cologne.... i am gonna miss this place....