i know i might be the slowest person living on to know that smoking a stick actually kills 7 minutes of your life. i'm a HEAVY (thanks shafiqah *idiot* haha. ) smoker. i smoke like what? 1 box for 1 and a half day? damn right. crazy i know.
everyone around me knew i smoke. my friends. my family (except my grandmother). even my mum knew about it. of course, like all mothers, when they found out that their kids smoke, the only thing that they do is nag and nag and nag. but what the heck? it's a habit that i can't resist. i don't smoke due to influencial of my friends or anyone around me. i don't smoke just cause i wanna feel cool and all whoa about it. i smoke because i want to. i want to smoke and thats it. it's not an easy thing to get off with. i remember one time when i was really damn broke and got no money to get one, i crave for them. i crave for one puff badly. i know it sounds stupid wasting money on these kinda shit. but hell whatever. i like smoking and want to smoke. i'll quit. maybe. just maybe. when the government rise a pack of cigerrette cost to a bomb, then i quit. otherwise, no. afterall, it's freedom of choice.
okay. this post is soo random.
well, i blog about it cause just a few minutes ago, while using the comp and puff at the same time, my grandmother actually caught me red-handed. damn it. though she didn't really say anything, i still don't feel good cause i remember one time very well, she told us not to ever lay a single finger on cigerettes. but i did and got stuck with it. i don't feel bad about it. at least not until just now.
prrfftt.
