F l a s h b a c k . . . (Doo Du do dooo Doo Du do dooo…)
I just don’t get it! Why is it every time after a meal, a smoker must always light-up a ciggy??!
Stress… Light-up a ciggy!
Angry… Light-up a ciggy!
Happy… Light-up a ciggy!
Sad… Light-up a ciggy!
After sex… (you see in all Hollywood & HK movies)… Light-up a ciggy!
Almost everything a smoker does… they just have to… LIGHT-UP A CIGGY! Being around smokers all these years inhaling their second-hand smoke drives me nutz, but I can still accept it; thought it stink my hair, stink my cloths, stink my skins, and if people don’t know me who walk past me, must thought that I smoke big time, sigh…
So… One fine evening after my dinner with my darling, as usual, when he took out his ciggy and was about to light-up when I said to him (Calling him as sweet as I can be so he might just relent & let me try how it feels like, smoking that is)
Me : Dear… I want to try… Give me your stick can?
Dear : (looking surprise & extremely shock!) Right here in the middle of Orchard Road in front of Takashimaya? This is a public place baby... Don’t talk-naughty ya.
Me : Why…??? You can do it here why can’t I?
Dar : I do NO SUCH THING here in public… Never! Are you crazy? Police will catch ok…
Me : Ya rite! You do Police don’t catch; and I do police will catch… hmph!
Dar : What did I do HERE anyway???
Me : Smoke la…
Dar : Smoke? Ohhh, SMOKE…! You mean the STICK you want to try as in MY cigarette…
Me : Ya… What were you thinking???
Dar : You cheeky pie…! But NO… YOU CAN’T SMOKE! It’s bad for your health…
Me : WHY??? Just let me try ONE stick please… for experience sake can…? Please darling…
After much pleading, he finally relented… I was happy, almost ecstatic! It’s just me I guess, whenever I try out new things, it never fails to delight me! Just the thought of holding the ciggy, putting it between my lips, lighting it, blowing the smoke out; excite me!
So when I finally got the chance to try it, guess WHAT...! I don’t even know how to ignite the lighter properly, each time my finger slide along that little “wheel” that is responsible to ignite the flame, the fire just don’t come out naturally like how I see my darling does it so easily… He was laughing uncontrollably, and finally when the fire is UP, the ciggy seems “not working” coz it just doesn’t light-up no matter how long I burn the ciggy tip! My darling was laughing hysterically this time (I was piss!)
Me : (fuming…) Is this a Trick Ciggy you buy from the magic shop huh?!! WHY no matter how long the fire burns the tip of the ciggy, it just can’t burn-up & hold the flame long huh?!? WHY…?!! CAN YOU STOP LAUGHING at me…!?!!
Dar : (He was laughing even more hysterically than before…) Because my sweetie-pie… You NEED to INHALE before the stick can light-up… Baby, you are darn FUNNY & adorable you know that!!! (Continue laughing away…)
CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!!!?? I felt like a complete idiot…!
My VERDICT…
YUCKS…!!! It tastes awful, horribly AWFUL! I choke like mad, never felt so suffocated before in my life! And the taste is awfully disgusting! No matter how much I drink my mineral water, the taste seems not to go away… It’s like some stubborn stain that remains in your cloths no matter how much you tried to wash it away. It’s stinking awful, it’s costly, it kills your lung, and the taste won’t leave you! That was an agonizing moment for me – Somehow I felt the smoke is still lingering around my lung and I felt sooOOoooo SICK inside me…!
But the weird thing is… (dunno why) I actually get the pleasure in lighting-up a cigarette, holding it, and seeing the smoke coming out from my mouth… I just HATE the inhaling part, and that awful taste of coz!
F l a s h b a c k END… (Back to reality)
You know what… Now whenever my darling “Take-5”; I actually takes pleasure in lighting-up his ciggy for him. Since then, he was even more paranoid than I am. Because whenever I lit-up his ciggy, he would walk away immediately from me; or switch position if he sees the smoke is blowing towards my direction – But I will ALWAYS follow him like a puppy & tell him it’s okay, I don’t mind the smoke… (which obviously I do mind...) and I’ll go on to hug & cuddle him tightly or give him a bear-hug while he’s still smoking & I simply refused to let go of him till he finishes his last puff, and he would ALWAYS try & make many creative attempts to “push” me away from him as he doesn’t want the smoke to stink me, or gets into my eyes & so forth... but I stubbornly refuse to let go of him till he got no choice but to “killed” his cigarette after just a few puff – He would then grumble away that I wasted his cigarette & that I can’t even give him 3 minutes alone to enjoy the “moment” after a good meal… Well, whenever he do that, I simply watch him & let him finishes his grouchiness; then I would put “out his anger” by planting a kiss on his cheek & lips & continue to smile sweetly at him like an innocent lamb… Then he would (as always) heave a loooOoong sigh; with a “accepting his fate” kind-of-look & smile back at me gently & say warmly “Let’s go baby… I give up.”
Yay! I realized this is a great way to slowly kick his smoking habit; by cutting down his number of puffs first, then slowly, to cut down his number of sticks of cigarette.
You know… He used to smoke like 10 - 15 sticks a day when going out with me, but nowadays, when he’s out with me the whole day, he smoke NOT more than 5 sticks, that's a feat ok! Know why…? Because (I know) he loves me too much to allow me to smell his second-hand smoke & stench my cloths & hair with his horrible ciggy smell…!
Darling… It is your little act & thoughts that makes me love you so much...! MuaacCCKKK!
See you home soon baby... Luv ya!
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