last night it was all about the cigarettes in t bar. and after half an hour of sitting there, i simply could not take it anymore. every single person at our table was smoking and inhaling other people’s dirty exhalation of smoke. there i was sitting at the corner with my head in my heads, my eyes getting dryer by the minute, and my lungs inhaling some really unhealthy substances. i could almost feel the tar seeping into the folds of my lungs. you know, i leanred in law class that you can sue for dying of second-hand smoke? nice.

perhaps i’m exaggerating. but it wasn’t a very good setting for me. way back in the days of elementary school, i had a really mild case of athsma. i couldn’t run too far or play sports for a long duration of time. but i’m happy to say that i haven’t been at a loss of breath for years. both of my parents smoke, too. my dad only socially and my mom addictively. they try to smoke when my sisters and i are not around, but the smoke still lingers in the air. and i’m sure it’s not the most healthiest environment to live in.

cigarettes are a funny thing. most of my friends smoke and they can’t even pin-point the time when they started. was it for style? image? a cure for stress? teenagers who smoke say it’s so hard to quit after smoking for a few years. but try it after you’ve been smoking for 30 years and over. try becoming so completely reliant on it that you feel ill just missing a day of molesting a pack. teens think that they have no control over their lives now when they are probably the most powerful people in the world, in regards to impression and change. my mom will probably never be able to stop smoking. my friends, however, have a lot of power to stop. and i’m sick of watching them slowly kill themselves.