Give tat man a Tiger...balm instead.

The 'baby bump' is getting alit too apparent to ignore, even by others. NOW this would totally be celebratory news, if not for the fact that this bump is on the bloody belly of mine. Those tiger beer towers had really done a wonderful job in fertilizing the growth of this tummy ; I wonder if a tiger cub is already taking shape inside. Growl.

For once, I curbed the thirst of wetting my lips with more poison and headed for home on a beautiful Sunday night. I finally succumbed to better sense (with empty pockets again), to realise that pinning my woes to pints, isn't going to resolve much issues at all. I remembered one episode of this TVB production <秋香怒點唐伯虎>, where there's this part when the emperor asked 唐伯虎 for advice on being a good ruler. In my heart, I came up with the answer of 以服得人。But 唐伯虎 replied "早睡早起" instead. I was cynical until he elaborated "..Man who wake up early, shows that he doesn't indulge in vices till late, which compromises his well-being, mind and priorities. Man who sleep early, wake up fresh and recharged, with a keen and sharp mind to make good judgements and decisions."

Simple, trueful and insightful indeed.

No wonder I am lost, disillusioned and disturbed. I evaluated my contributions in the store till date and I am ashamed to say, I haben been the most inspiring of leaders. All those late nights of pondering, drinking and time-wasting are definitely affecting work, health and clarity of mind. I should know better than to harp on the excuse of boredom or loneliness, and construct my presence in areas which are juz not productive to quality of living. Without a goal or direction, the tussle with moderation and liberation is set to continue. I need an inspiration. Or maybe I am lacking love.

I tried hitting the sack earlier than usual for the past nights with much anticipation, but sadly I didn't woke up to a smaller tummy, handsome face or million dollar account. Other than some weird dreams of peeps whom I dun expect to dream of, I still open my eyes to the same room, same routine, same worries. But I do breathe better (cos I smoke lesser), think clearer (maybe the smoke is clearing from my system abit) and coming to work more punctually. And I have more energy and brain power to tackle those problems. On hindsight, even though I didn't morphed into Superman, I become a more responsible man. And tat's is encouraging enough, I guess.

Temptations are great and the heart is always willing...human are the greatest purveyor of justifications. Sigh...I pray for kinder factors/influences to sustain this self-regulation. Since I am such a big sucker/believer in the therapeutic returns of massage, maybe I should channel my attention there and busk in the enjoyment of the other 'tiger'. A good rub can also gets you high, without the intoxifying effects of alcohol.

And there's definitely no worry of a tiger cub growing in your tummy ;)