Did some cosmetic changes to my diary, just alil abit here and there. Added a link to Esther’s diary (I like linking to sites which I visit frequently), added a random quote, quotes written by yours truly, and changed the breaks and paragraphs here and there abit to make it look nicer. Nothing massive.

Check this out:

It’s the banner I got my brother to make for me. Its really cool, isn’t it? I love it a lot. My bro took all of 15 minutes to get it done. Woah. I’m so proud of him. Too bad I don’t have any affinity with graphics.

And while looking for the words you see in the background, in dictionary.com, I learnt a new word which I have practically fallen in love with. Pococurante. I wish I could be a pococurante. It’s a damn cool word. Go find out what it means, if you don’t already know. It is my goal in life.

Apogee. Another word learnt this week. It was in, of all places, Breath of Fire 3? Weird. A nice word with interesting uses.

Enough crap. Two songs which have my attention now are Fortune Faded, which I’m totally addicted to, and Powerless. Here are the lyrics.

Fortune Faded

Lyrics:

They say in chess, you gotta kill the queen
And then you mate it
Oh I, do you?
A funny thing, the king who gets himself assassinated
Hey now, every time i lose
Altitude

You took a town by storm
The mess you made was nominated
Oh I, do you?
Now put away your welcome, soon you'll find you've overstayed it
Hey now, every time I lose
Altitude

CHORUS:

So divine, hell of an elevator
All the while my fortune faded
Nevermind the consequences of the crime this time
My fortune faded

The medicated state of mind you find is overrated
Oh I, do you?
You saw it all come down and now it's time to imitate it
Hey now, every time I lose altitude

CHORUS

(Instrumental Bridge)

Come on God, do I seem bulletproof?
Ooooooooooh

CHORUS x2

Powerless (Say What You Want)

Lyrics:

Paint my face in your magazines
Make it look whiter than it seems
Paint me over with your dreams
Shove away my ethnicity
Burn every notion that I may have a flame inside to fight
And say just what is on my mind
Without offending your might
Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless what are you gonna do
So say what you want
I saw her face outside today
Weatherworn, looking all the rage
They took her passion and her gaze and made a poster
Now it’s moccasins we sport
We take the culture and contort
Perhaps only to distort what we are hiding
Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless what are you gonna do
But say what you want
Hey you, the one outside, are you ever gonna get in, get in
Hey you, the one that don’t fit in, how ya, how ya gonna get in
Hey you, the one outside, are you ever gonna get in with your
Broken teeth, broken jaw, broken mojo
Yeah, this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless, what are you gonna do
Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless, what are you gonna do
So say what you want, say what you want, say what you want

Get these two songs.

So we finished the last battalion exercise ever, excluding reservist ones. Time really flies. We finished our last IPPT, last SOC, last standby, last exercise. What we really have left are guard duties, and Thunder Warrior itself. And soon, we’ll ORD too, like the rest of the guys. And I’ll finally get to move on with my life, and go on my way around it.

“Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you.”

I’ve been smoking a lot more since this week. Maybe it started on Sunday, but I’m smoking like 6-8 a day. I used to smoke 4-6, until this week. And the exercise makes it worse, I’ll smoke like nobody’s business during one.

I’ll smoke until my lungs burn out. No one cares enough about me to want me to stop, so why should I? As long as I enjoy it. =P

Honestly, there isn’t much to write for this entry. How about I write what I wrote during the exercise, on one of the laptops we use for calculating data? I can’t remember exactly what it was, but I’ll paraphrase it.

As I stood in the middle of the field, at 6.30am in the morning, recovering from my physical exertions cumulating from lack of sleep, in gasps of the morning air, I saw it. The sight was simply mesmerizing, and I was rooted to the spot as I was in awe of one of the most beautiful sights nature has to offer. A ball of fire, in the horizon, peeking from between the clouds on the earth. It’s life-giving rays wash over the earth, bring much-needed vision to its creatures and cleansing away the supposed evil of the night. The clouds seem to reflect and magnify this glorious view, lighted up by sunlight; no wonder they say that every cloud has a silver lining. Everyday, we are so caught up by our busy, mundane lives. We repeat the same, monotonous chores over and over again, and derive little pleasure from it. If we could just pause, cease our insignificant work, and take the time to marvel at this wondrous phenomenon, we would realize just how minute we seem. How unimportant our lives are, compared to the majesty of the celestial bodies. For many people who chance on this spectacle, every dawn, every sunrise, brings about a new day and a new meaning. The optimist will see the sun as a herald to a day which can only be better than the previous one. The pessimist would dread yet another day of his wretched life, moaning about his miserable existence. And the realist, like me? He’ll be thinking, “What. The. FUCK. Am I doing out here when I should be sound asleep in my cushy bed.”

Gonna go on with FFX.