[::..Screw The Hard PeCK - No Huff, No Puff, No Bluff..::]
As of 9th June 2008, I am officially a non- smoker. It has now been a month since I am on a nicotine free diet. Do I have a withdrawal symptom? Hell YES - and DAMN you all if you think it’s easy. Has it been easy?? Hell NO!!
They all say that the first one-week is the critical seven days. And then I read that the first month is actually the critical thirty days. I’ve been through these bends before. That was many years back when I managed to rehab myself against the habit for almost ten years. The mathematic thus is simple – I’ve negotiated more critical days during that ten years than those critical days that the theorem actually provides; yet it didn’t take me much to get reacquainted with a ‘hard pack of twenty’ habit.
What many of us don’t seem to realize is that to quit this habit, one needs trained mind, with an ability strong enough to determine the best way to lift our spirit out of the consuming desire. It is indeed a hard habit to break. What is frightful to contemplate is what failure might lead to if one easily yields to temptation. It was long taught that the best way to rehabilitate yourself against smoking, is to plan a time-table and introduce a gradual withdrawal. I have freed myself once before from the addiction of smoking only to become prisoner of the habit again. For this reason, I challenged my will to the punishing cold turkey method instead – no plan, no time-table and no gradual withdrawal. Just me, and my will to triumph with the courage of my own conviction to prevail. But equally important is the respect and love for the two women in my life that really care for my health.
While smoking per se is not an offence, lighting up a duty-not-paid stick is. But in the past, this has not distracted me from the task of importing for my own consumption a packet or two OR TEN from across the Causeway. Then, I have a lot to thank Baid for. Once a week, we would cruise together across the Causeway for our own separate reason. In retrospect, Baid spoiled me so much then, I think it’s quite fair to suggest that she was the guilty agent behind my tobacco addiction. After all, back when I was in school, I could have sworn that she was also part of the grand job that propelled me to pick up the habit. I am sure that the memory of Mt. Faber is as much alive within her as it has been within me. I remember being part of Syed Hashim, Jeffrey Anthony and Mustaffa to name a few - those were the smoking good ol’ days. And whatever we smoked back then, I remained convince till now that none among us will ever remember each other as that ‘damned fucking pigs smoking friends.’
For me, I will continue to fight my urge and stronger may I become. As for Baid, many thanx for being such a wonderful buddy. For being the guilty agent behind my tobacco addiction and also for being part of the grand job that propelled me to pick up the habit, I can only say “Engkau pun ada main peranan la Baid!!!” (Of course no offence intended)
They all say that the first one-week is the critical seven days. And then I read that the first month is actually the critical thirty days. I’ve been through these bends before. That was many years back when I managed to rehab myself against the habit for almost ten years. The mathematic thus is simple – I’ve negotiated more critical days during that ten years than those critical days that the theorem actually provides; yet it didn’t take me much to get reacquainted with a ‘hard pack of twenty’ habit.
What many of us don’t seem to realize is that to quit this habit, one needs trained mind, with an ability strong enough to determine the best way to lift our spirit out of the consuming desire. It is indeed a hard habit to break. What is frightful to contemplate is what failure might lead to if one easily yields to temptation. It was long taught that the best way to rehabilitate yourself against smoking, is to plan a time-table and introduce a gradual withdrawal. I have freed myself once before from the addiction of smoking only to become prisoner of the habit again. For this reason, I challenged my will to the punishing cold turkey method instead – no plan, no time-table and no gradual withdrawal. Just me, and my will to triumph with the courage of my own conviction to prevail. But equally important is the respect and love for the two women in my life that really care for my health.
While smoking per se is not an offence, lighting up a duty-not-paid stick is. But in the past, this has not distracted me from the task of importing for my own consumption a packet or two OR TEN from across the Causeway. Then, I have a lot to thank Baid for. Once a week, we would cruise together across the Causeway for our own separate reason. In retrospect, Baid spoiled me so much then, I think it’s quite fair to suggest that she was the guilty agent behind my tobacco addiction. After all, back when I was in school, I could have sworn that she was also part of the grand job that propelled me to pick up the habit. I am sure that the memory of Mt. Faber is as much alive within her as it has been within me. I remember being part of Syed Hashim, Jeffrey Anthony and Mustaffa to name a few - those were the smoking good ol’ days. And whatever we smoked back then, I remained convince till now that none among us will ever remember each other as that ‘damned fucking pigs smoking friends.’
For me, I will continue to fight my urge and stronger may I become. As for Baid, many thanx for being such a wonderful buddy. For being the guilty agent behind my tobacco addiction and also for being part of the grand job that propelled me to pick up the habit, I can only say “Engkau pun ada main peranan la Baid!!!” (Of course no offence intended)
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