I had my first taste of cigarette smoke when I was in grade five. I no longer remember what happened exactly but I am sure that it wasn’t a good experience. It was followed by occasional tries during my high school days because some of my friends were also smoking. That was the time when I really learned how to do it: light a cigarette, place the filter between your lips, inhale through your mouth until you feel that the smoke that passes through the cigarette gets to your chest. Then let it all out into the air again.
It felt good.
I would usually light up a stick when I feel nervous. Smoking was also my companion whenever I feel depressed and alone. I would breathe it in, lay down on my bed, and feel my heartbeat slow down as I close my eyes and drift into a deep, dreamless slumber.
My affection for cigarette smoking intensified when I entered the call center industry. But I don’t blame the people around me. It’s just that smoking really is something to do during idle times, and also a reliever after a very stressful shift. One thing I hated about cigarette smokers, though, is the sector of “buraot” people who would always ask you for a stick or two. And worst, they’re like that not just for a day but everyday. For crying out loud, if you have a vice, make sure that you’re responsible enough to sustain it yourself!
I am still working in the same industry but things have changed so suddenly. What I can remember is that I was having a bad cough almost a month ago that I had to refrain from smoking for a day. I posted something about it on my Facebook wall in prospect that it may encourage me from qutting once and for all. Day two, day three passed. One week, two weeks, and now I am through with the fourth week.
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