THOSE WERE THE DAYS

Last night, I sneaked out of my house just to puff a single stick of cigarette. Yeah, I didnt smoke in my parent's house. Have some respect to the home man! The thing is, as I was smoking in the dark night, this memory of how I was first hooked to cigs suddenly flashed my cerebrum.

It was after PMR back in 1993 when we were not allowed to leave our hostel. In fact, we were asked to do some "social service"... which was, decorating the school. We have to do some murals, wooden fences, gardening and so on. The school's gardeners and general workers were like on holiday for a few months. And it was in that particular year also we were allowed to "fly" by the seniors. Fly is a term for sneaking out at night, illegally.

The first time I flown (heehee) I smoked a few puff and went coughing like hell. Damn. After then, it all went like, huaaaa... ngam ho! But, I was not that heavy back then. I still remembered one night. my friend just have to help me out all the way back to the hostel when I smoked 13 cigs just for that very night. I swear I was flying! Pening siot! Ape punye bangang...

I kept on smoking until I went to the university. I quit during my first year. Seriously and I'm still wondering how and why. But it all started again when I was no longer allowed to stay at the hostel because I was useless to the campus community (pegi kelas, balik, makan, tido and it cycles for a year). Then I started to smoke again. But I never blamed my friends or the environment... it was just the weather (heehee... what? this one minister used that reason recently, so can I!). And I still smoke until today... Why? It does wonders to stress I tell you! But kids, dont do this at home.

Quit? Naahhh... quitters are losers... hahahahaha....