July 24, 2010 (Day 8150/1)

When there's no hope in sight, only despair,
For miles and miles no ally's there,
You tread the forest path alone, you swim the dirty swamps alone,
You inhale the desert sands alone, And you just don't seem to care...

That's when you rise and say, "Beware,
I've arrived with my spirits debonair,
For when the going gets tough, the tough get going....
Er, excuse me, but where?"

July 23, 2010 (Day 8149/50)

Survival means different things for different people. For a fully-armoured warrior, even a scratch won't be acceptable, whereas a soldier entering naked into the battlefield would consider himself fortunate to limit his loss to a couple of fingers and toes (especially if they can be grown back, albeit through a boring and painful process), but stay alive for the time being. Besides, it also makes him realise the goodness of having full fingers and toes, something which he had taken for granted all this while.

July 22, 2010 (Day 8148/9)

A lion disappointed with the way things are run in 'his' forest should leave the forest quietly (thereby sparing all the innocent weaklings he would so much like to devour) instead of roaring his disapproval from the mountain-tops in such a way that all the neighbouring forest-dwellers would hear and have a hearty laugh.