Sampoerna Menthol

Once in a while, I will crave for it.

That "tik tak" sound it made, each time i dragged it.

The unique after taste it left in my mouth.

The sweetness it left behind, on my lips.

But what i like most, is the memories it brings back to me.

I was introduced to Sampoerna Menthol by one of my ex. He's a Malay. A very sweet sensitive guy.

I fell in love with its unique taste. I ditched my Marlboro Menthol Lights for Sampoerna Menthol.


I remember those days after working @ Mr. Bean, i will sit @ the back seats, smoking it with my then collegues.

We laughed and joked alot those days.

Whenever Santana's "Maria" is played on the radio, those guys would stop whatever they were doing, and started dancing to it. Even uncle jerry will come out of the kitchen to shake his fat bum too.

I remember those days i dare to fall in love recklessly.

I remember going party every saturday nights. Bud and the rest will always come to Bean and wait for me to finish @ 11pm. Skinny chef will always cook for them, adding extra portion to their orders.

I remember the guys were always ready to fight for the us, the girls if we ever get bullied.

I remember i gave my heart away while working there.

I remember Tan Man Hong, our ex national soccer player will always come down and order spagetti aglio oglio and always want extra spagetti. Thats why he is fat.

I remember that I always love my "cat-eye" look. They loved it too.

I remember how he will always come fetch me from work and we will go for suppers.

I remember how i added eyeMore into her sandwhich. sweet revenge..

I remember noone will ask ciggies from me.

I remember how to make Mocha, Cuppaccino, Latte and flavoured ice tea.

I remember how those evil cockroaches will be running after me.

I remember how the dead rat is found only after we suffered days of bad strench coming out from the office.

I remember the day he brought me to Geylang for beancurd.

I remember the first day we knew each other.

I remember the day he first kissed me, where and how..

I remember how he held my hands and run away from his ex.

I remember laughing all the way from MOODS to Mr. Bean with bud.

I remember our regular meeting up sessions almost every saturdays. WISST&MJ.


Most important of all, I remember how I was. No big worries, no big mistake..

Everyday there was smile on my face. I was a happy kid, with lots of caring friends and someone i tot i can spend the rest of my days with.

I remember i was happy. Truely happy.

But when the fag finishes, i'm back to present. The bubble burst.


Well, it is not because presently, i am unhappy.

I am happy.. Just a slight difference.

Happiness, without that kind of innocence. That innocence i had years back..

If smoking kills... then lemme die in the estacy of sampoerna menthol...