Most if not all of my ex-s tried to make me stop smoking and guess what? I did. Stopped smoking in front of them )
If there is a lesson to learn out of this is never stop smoking over a dick.
Dicks go by, cigarettes never swing.
Let me tell you a funny story about an ex who terrorized me to stop smoking. And so I did for 2 weeks and after thought better and I decided to just never smoking in his face. But of course the Dude didn’t even notice that. I use to smoke everywhere with him, in his mother’s house, with his mother and sometimes even her cigarettes, at the seaside, in the restaurants, at the country side, everywhere but not in front of  him.
The Dude was pleased that I stopped smoking and I was happy to lie to him (face it, it was for a good cause – I get bored easily).
The funny part of the story is that he made his brother and his sister-in-law to quit smoking too, and they adopted the same style as me.
And actually this thing bonded a friendship between me and that girl until present time.
They smoke their asses up behind his back face and the Dude lives a happily illusion that he cured people from cancer.
Isn’t this lovely?

Thinking of this, quiting smoking would have deprived me from these moments when I enjoy my 4 AM Rose and my pink little Vogue.
I mean really, who wants to live forever anyway? And why? We have only a lifetime and we’d better make the most of it cause it doesn’t give us a second spin.

If I choose to stop something I’d rather do it on my time frame, after all, I am calling the shots in my life, you in yours, we check points at the end

Have a good one dear!!
A la votre!!

I live in a stone cold society based on superficiality and over rated (or in some cases low rated) comfort. The one thing that drives me up the mornings is not the coffee but the wish of making something good of that day.
You see… I’ve been through all… late mornings, late afternoons, late nights and back to normal early mornings.
I must admit, although I love sleeping in the morning and being lazy most of the time, my body just loves, adores the energy of a bright early sunny day. I love that feeling that I have done something that was worth my while that day, or with that night for that mater.

Take for instance today, I have had a late morning, no coffees, lots of e-mails and scans, and nothing worth mentioning until late in the night when I finally got the laziness out and put my hand on my hardly ever used laptop. Being lazy and a lover of technology I am a paradox since I hardly use the lazy-top.

I have this wild dream of doing everything I love and get paid for that as well. As on of my dear and cynic friends would say: “Honey, you’re deluded!”

And… I have Robot Boy who’s dream is to find The One.

Between my wild dream and his I wonder, who’s more deluded?

Me, for wanting the world at my feet and constantly bragging about it or him for searching something who believes it’s out there but he has no idea how that might turned out to be like.
What is the definition of The One these days? Is The One the pair of perfect legs in a Vintage dress, is she the good friend that turned into a good catch and after in the one, or maybe is she’s the pretty face you’ll meet on your way home from work in the bus station OR is The One the perfect match to your dreams and fantasies?
But then you will have to know your dreams and fantasies quite well. And I wonder, when do we know our selves at that better level that we can say: Damn!! That’s the one!! The One who’s gonna give all that was desired and to whom we’ll give us.

Is us enough to give in this society where all is rated?

When do you get to know yourself that good to know what you want and how the one should be?
Is it at 20′s? Is is at 30′s? Or is it never and we all just have to settle with the best that we’ve found out of the people we’ve met?
Cause in that case I’ll definitely end up in the sappy low rated American movie: just me and my cat in a studio with a bunch of sappy movies and a tone of dreams to chase (let’s not forget the ice-cream).

Sorry guys, but so far, none of you are the best, even out of the worst, and even if you were the best for someone, that someone is just not Me.
 I got dreams to chase and flags to run down, I got the spirit to run wild and steam to boost my thirsty heart for living, and I am just not ready to settle for anything less dazing than Me.

 Dedicated to Robot Boy cause heart my friend is the one who’s gonna tell you who you are and what you want.
The One is just the Cherry on top of the cake you surely deserve.

Love is gone, long live the Love!!

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