I don’t really understand why people smoke. Ignorance of the ill effects of this vice is not really the issue since awareness ads on this campaign have come and gone since time immemorial. Who will forget the 90’s anti-smoking mascot Yosi Kadiri? (Who, I recently learned has been replaced by a new mascot named QuitsS) Even cigarette manufacturers themselves are warning their very market of the hazards of smoking with those “Government Warnings” printed on every pack of cigarette they sell. I am surrounded by people who smoke - my father, sadly, is the worst of them, yet, never was I influenced to smoke or even try to. That’s because I’m asthmatic and cigarette smoke is the worst trigger of my attacks. I consider my condition as a blessing in disguise though, because knowing how bad I am at resisting peer pressure, I know I would have tried to puff at least one stick if only I weren’t really sensitive to it.

I abhor smoking. I try to keep the people close to me away from these sinful sticks but I don’t force them to. I don’t, because I can’t. It’s only them who can help themselves stay away from smoking.

So why the rant?

Sadly, I am pacifying myself now to relax and loosen up a bit. As always, I am in panic mode but I have graver reasons to be anxious at the moment since I’ve been sneezing and wheezing all morning. My father’s to be blamed for my demise. He’s been smoking around me all morning. I have to study. I have 6 more exams next week and two papers to pass (which I totally forgot about until this moment). I need to get my act straight, study and hopefully finish all my errands next week including paying Greenhills a visit, not to look for  unlocked cell phones though, but to have my poor Ricardo finally fixed.

I wish tomorrow would be a better and a healthier day for me. I can’t stand having attacks since I’m bound to be tucked in bed when this gets worse. =(

Luck, my dear friends, is what I badly need now.