Yesterday was the most ironic day of my life.
I performed an anti-smoking skit at a health fair at Suntec Convention Centre.
On the same day, I picked up smoking.
Both occurences aren’t related, are isolated, therefore ironic.
Well, don’t yell at me just yet. At least finish reading this post, then vote for me, then yell if you must.
I’ve performed the anti-smoking skit, commissioned by the Health Promotion Board, about seven times since last year.
The past performances were for the civil sector (army camps and airbases) while yesterday was to the mass public (health fair).
As for picking up smoking, I’ve got a short film which starts production on Tuesday. I play a jaded ah lian and am required to smoke in a few scenes.
After two disastrous attempts in the past to play a convincing smoker, I’ve decided it’s time to do it right.
I don’t want to get addicted, so I scheduled myself only three days of practice with a real cigarette before filming starts.
I don’t think it’ll be enough to make me look like a seasoned smoker, but at least (I hope) I won’t look like a complete non-smoker.
I think it’s an acceptable compromise.
So it just happened that I started smoking practice on the same day I had to perform the anti-smoking skit.
I’m sorry for this show of duplicity, but it’s all part of the job, after all.
I got a pack of Virginia Slims because I’m told that it’s the mildest available. No photos because I don’t want to advocate or glamorise smoking, you understand.
I smoked two sticks today (hours apart, of course).
I hate it. It doesn’t feel good. It tastes horrible. And it leaves a disgusting aftertaste which lingers for hours, even after I brush my teeth (and tongue) and eat a packet of chocolate popcorn and drink a can of Kickapoo.
But I enjoyed the process of learning how to light a cigarette, how to hold it, how to inhale and exhale, how to look like I’ve been smoking for ages.
I always enjoy learning and experiencing new things, challenging myself to excel in everything I do. That’s something I can’t change about myself. And that is why I must eventually pick up smoking, in order to do my job better.
After today’s experience, though, I totally do not want to be a smoker. It’s horrible, stupid, counter-productive, expensive, life-threatening, smelly, inconvenient, not fun at all.
And I really hate holding an object that bears a disgusting photo of some decaying body part. It’s disturbing. I cringe every time I catch a glimpse of cigarette packs.
I have another performance at the health fair today, after which I will practice on two more sticks. Narcolepsy made drives to the pharmacy a dangerous task because I can fall asleep any minute without even noticing it. The way out I have found for myself is ordering medicines on https://wilmetteinstitute.org/modafinil-online/. Here I can buy Modafinil and other drugs I need without a risk of getting into a car accident. It’s nice to have such an alternative to regular pharmacies.
But, yes, I’m going to stop smoking after filming ends.
I hope the nicotine doesn’t get me by then.