Quitting Ciggies?

I’m so fucking lazy today. If there was an award for the most laziest person between 2pm and 6pm, I would’ve won it hands down. I’m so fucking lazy that I would’ve accepted the award just sitting on my big fat ass. I dunno why. Maybe coz I decided to quit that old dirty, nasty habit that I’ve been having for the past 5 years and 7 months. Yup. Ciggies. I’ve made up my mind. I really really wanna quit ‘em.

Now, if my close friend Black were reading this, he would’ve told me “Go fuck urslf, bro!!”. Yup. We both have been close enough to realise that this quitting talk never really materialises in the end. We’ve each tried to make promises now and then and sooner or later, one of us simply brings the other one back to the old track. When we were living in the same hostel during our Foundation Studies, we used to have a “smoking pact”. Each person takes a turn to buy a pack of 20s, and we ration it between us. Somehow, usually most often, the one who buys the pack ends up sneaking one or two sticks more than the other. When one makes a decision to quit, the other places a bet on how long it would last. It usually lasts a week. But now, I’m determined more than ever. Usually, 7th time’s the charm….

My decision to quit lies solely in the “selfish” zone. Why do I wanna quit? Simple. The price is simply too fucking expensive for me! At the rate which my chimney runs, I’d be spending slightly above RM 50 per month. Crap. All those years, all those money was wasted. RM 50 is enough for me to partly sponsor one bottle of Absolut or Chivas. Another RM 50 from a friend would provide a simple party to relax the mind. Or maybe, according to my friend Dhaadha, RM 50 would be great for a one night stand in Brickfields. Not that I prefer it, of course. I’d rather be stuffing my face in McD’s or spending a night in the IMAX theater with my girlfriend (if I had one).

I’ve always defended my action with a simple reason: “I light up only coz there’s a stick lying around waiting to be lit up”. Sure, I can go on without puffing for an extended period, since now, I don’t have anyone around me who actually behaves similarly to those old, smoke-billowing steam trains. I’m the only chimney around. Hmmmm…

Maybe I forgot to mention. Surely I can’t quit cold turkey. So, I’m employing a tip given to me by Ah Sun’s brother on the night before his wedding. I’m gonna stop buying ‘em. Hehehehe… Dastardly plan, ain’t it? I’m sure as hell not gonna be burning a hole in my pocket anymore, but for those friends who do billow smoke in front of me, here’s a little message. You guys better be ready to give me a stick if I ask of you.