Practicing My Math

I haven't touched a ciggie for eight days now... and still counting.

As Sam would say, "Good. Keep counting. Practice your math. Do multiplication after."

Right.

Haha.

Anyhoo, I don't want to finalize anything lest I eat my words afterwards. But I think I'm really quitting this time. Yeah. For real.

Why the sudden decision, you ask?

Let's just say I had a close call and saw bits of my life flash before me. In between hospital admittance, expensive meds and bouts of unconsciousness, I figured I had nothing to lose if I kick the habit. But a lot to gain if I do.

And even though I always say I am not afraid of dying, I guess at the end of the day, I am not yet prepared to go.

As my gay friends would say, "Kabog kung kabog." This is one wake-up call that has really rendered me wide awake.