Tuesday, June 06, 2006
I need to quit smoking. AT HOME. Yes friends, I'm a backstreet smoker. Means I smoke without my parents knowledge. And worst of all, their consent (why am I even gonna talk about consent here? You think they would allow me to smoke in their right minds?!?!). Back to the story, a while ago I was sleeping in my room with eye covers and suddenly my mom comes in the room with all her birthday glory and straight out from the bathroom after a bath, pulls out my eye covers and says, "Have you been smoking?!?" she asks in a suspicious tone. SHIT, I thought. She goes around the room and sniffs it. "You've been smoking right?! You're room smells like cigarettes! Come here, go outside and go inside your room again, it smells." "No, I haven't" I say, wide awake by this time. Then I get an idea. "It's those inscents!" while pointing to the toppest of my book rack where I keep my unfinished and uncleaned inscent ash leftovers (Lame-o, says CHINO [him] LOL). My mom goes near them and smells them, then goes out of the room. By that time I'm quickly taking the Marlboro Lights Menthol and lighters from my bag (see June 4 post), moving my queen-sized bed and stuffing the pack between the headboard and the bed. My heart was beating oh so hard that it was almost coming out from my body. I knew she was gonna tell my dad. Oh boy..
About 3 minutes later, you know who comes in. My dad. Examining the room and sniffing it, asks me coolly, "Do you smoke?" I look into his eyes ever so convincingly and says, "No." It's killing me, lying like this. I'm not one to lie to my parents. "Are you sure?" he asks, I say yes I'm sure and point to the inscents again. He goes over where the inscents are and smells it. He comes back to me and kisses my hair (to check for the smoke) and kisses my cheeks. I know he wasn't convinced yet, but he let it go. I know for a fact that the reason why my room stunk wasn't coz I had been smoking (well yeah it is, but you get the drift). I had some leftover butts of cigarettes which I hadn't thrown the night before and together with the ones I smoked earlier, I put them together in a plastic bag and rolled them into a ball, threw them in my trash can and hoped for the best. My trash can is beside the door so when you come in, DADADADADAADAMMMM!! The smell welcomes your ever hungry nostrils. Gawd how could I be soo shhtoopid?! Anyway it has passed, let it be. But what sucks is that I had to lie to my parents and I rarely lie to them. My parents and I are very open to each other and and I'm very close to them. It just sucks having to lie that's all. But what was I supposed to do? Say, "Yeah I smoke, you cool with it?" Oh my Gosh the thought of that just gives me the heebie jeebies.
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On a lighter note, I'd like to greet my MOTHER DEAR a HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (I know, the first words my mom said to me on her 45th birthday is, "Have you been smoking?!?" Tsk tsk). She was born 45 years ago on this freaky date in which I don't find freaky at all, because of course, it's my mother's birthday. After my dad went out, I went out of the room and kissed my mom a Happy Birthday, just like the model daughter that I am *chokes*.
Mother and I during my 18th birthday.
No seriously, I love my MOM like HEAVEN. She's the reason I breathe (literally), and the one which keeps me living. When I was studying college in Cebu alone and away from her, it was just different. I'm really close with my mom and we're just like best friends and sisters. I love you MAMIII <33, Happy Birthday!Whoopee, this post is loooong.
I am Justine and this used to be juiceee.blogspot.com / I now have my own domain (e-mail me at ohjazzy@gmail.com to find out), I'm just keeping this for the sake of memories. Feel free to look around if you must! 
