Anyway, this morning, I saw students--in all their cuteness in college uniforms and microscopic bags. Of course, for those who weren't born yesterday, it is not an effing fact that "teenagers" get curious earlier these days.To cut the crappy part, they were all smoking.
And so they were. All six of them cuteness.They all looked the same to me. You know, the starstruck appeal (you get that when you get hit by a Starex van, moron!), organized chaos-y ponytails, blue faux-pearl earrings, ballerina shoes (which, to me, just look likes a shoe after eating Mentos--the Freshmaker! =)
I can't recall the faces. First, I'm bad with faces. And second they radiated an aura of "synoymity" --if there's such a term. (I have just coined it, if there's none. hahah!)
What caught my usually non-challant eye is this girl who has her back turned on me. She bought 3 ziggy sticks, sat on her seat, took out a lighting gadget from her bag--and whoa! Another contrapment, which, up until that moment I saw it --was unfamiliar to a professional smoker. It looked like a pair of chopsticks.
Oh, well...it was a pair of chopsticks...I was just trying to make you imagine things! ^_^ Hahaha!
She placed the fire on course. The unhealthy habit which would relieve her of her longing for the vice is finally starting to blaze. And then something happened...she grabbed the sticks...aimed the things in between her vice and went on passing smoke onto her lungs using the sticks. It was as if she was eating a crayon or anything that had the same shape.
Darn..she got me there. I was just sooo "unusually" curious of the thing, I didn't care if she was staring at me!
Must we always be a compulsive sinner without admitting that we are "the sinner"--and not anyone who made us one? Why can't we do dirty things without accepting that our hands will get dirty in the process.
Whatever happened to smoke filters!
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