sips.. then puffs.
November 2, 2009 by soiebeans
it’s when i’m alone (and smoking) that i get myself the chance to open my memory box. this moment makes me linger with the past (and so i continue sipping) and toy with the thoughts behind.
rather than count the sticks i had sipped, it might be better if i count my remaining days because of doing it. i am not blaming anyone for this addiction. i am thanking them for making this addiction less worrisome. don’t call them bad influences… they’re not.
more to this memory-lane moment, i can’t help but recall some important beings who shared the puffing sessions with me since the great ashtray was introduced to me.
- rea and me and the cigars we love!
- elton, the man who doesn’t end the night without stealing a stick from me (and everybody else)
ram: the one who shares capri, black devil, and other slims with me! i miss you!
krisha: the girl who eventually learned the proper puffing, angelie: the girl who smokes through her nose, alpha: the die-hard Philip Morris girl!
i know who to talk to when i decide to QUIT smoking. it's GOLD!
kristel, the banker (na nagresign na daw): yes, she said i taught her how to do it. i never did!
of course, si honey! she was the best puff-buddy last semester. 🙂
ron and krisjohn! the sessions we had are worth-reminiscing. we can have it back too soon... in cebu! i know, we share the same stick. and we are loving it. 🙂
i will always look forward to sipping sticks with you again, very soon! 🙂