<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530910085657307571</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:27:19.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Per Ardua ad Astra</title><subtitle type='html'>through adversity (aim) for the stars</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>reminisce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974793804988354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530910085657307571.post-8689062459436810840</id><published>2008-12-27T10:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:30:57.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm jaded (=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;well well well... its another post for another day i guess?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;life's been going PRETTY good for me i guess.&lt;br/&gt;but i'm jaded.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i believe life's unfair,&lt;br/&gt;loaded with all its bias.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i shouldnt complain,&lt;br/&gt;cuz i'm part of it too!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;oh well Josiah,&lt;br/&gt;just suck it up! (=&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;- thunder warrior -&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530910085657307571-8689062459436810840?l=thunderwarrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/feeds/8689062459436810840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530910085657307571&amp;postID=8689062459436810840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/8689062459436810840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/8689062459436810840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-jaded.html' title='i&amp;#39;m jaded (='/><author><name>reminisce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974793804988354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530910085657307571.post-4697190750482077600</id><published>2008-11-03T02:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:05:57.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Who Give All So Others May Live</title><content type='html'>Every day, we fight battles that are seemingly small, urges that are too quaint to be told and matters too trivial to say. Or so we think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire the many men who have given up their lives for their country, not because I advocate war or love it, but because of the ultimate sacrifice they make for their country. In order for their loved ones to sleep peacefully back home, their buddies to live and fight another day and for a just cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I have drawn much strength and admiration from such valiant men. In life, giving one's best to everything you do can sometimes be hard, even daunting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that i can say i gave alot throughout my life, but i grow tired sometimes just trying to keep giving and sharing. But still, i will continue to inspiration from stories of these valiant people and my own grandfather. I cannot compare my sacrifice to theirs and i pray that i may have the strength to face my daily challenges, stay happy always no matter what and when the calling comes for it - give my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I shan't grumble then that i have been through a rough time and felt really horrible. I shan't feel disgruntled that I am empty or void. I shan't complain or make a sound. Because I am nothing, in the shadows of heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But there's just so much a person can give. I believe heroes have their down-times too. I believe valiant men feel sad too. I believe men cry at their lowest points in life too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbling upon this article of interest, is the US Navy SEALs finest men in war. The latest, master-at-arms 2nd class Michael A. Moore, did what few men ever ventured to. An excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On September 29, 2006, the platoon engaged four insurgents in a firefight, killing one and injuring another. Anticipating further attacks, Monsoor, three SEAL snipers and three Iraqi soldiers took up a rooftop position. Civilians aiding the insurgents blocked off the streets, and a nearby mosque broadcast a message for people to fight against the Americans and the Iraqi soldiers. Monsoor was protecting other SEALs, two of whom were 15 feet away. His position made him the only SEAL on the rooftop with quick access to an escape route.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-NYT_Abruzzese_2-2" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_A._Monsoor#cite_note-NYT_Abruzzese-2" title=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A grenade &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was thrown onto the rooftop by an insurgent in the street below. The grenade hit Monsoor in the chest and fell onto the floor. Immediately, Monsoor fell onto and covered the grenade with his body, saving the lives of three people. Monsoor was critically wounded and, although evacuated immediately, died 30 minutes later. Two SEALs next to him were injured by the blast but lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQ0wHNz-8sc/SQ33SUcwLII/AAAAAAAABT4/ZQe0-X38FNs/s1600-h/Michael_A._Monsoor_-_Medal_of_Honor_080314-N-3404S-115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQ0wHNz-8sc/SQ33SUcwLII/AAAAAAAABT4/ZQe0-X38FNs/s320/Michael_A._Monsoor_-_Medal_of_Honor_080314-N-3404S-115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264135433564990594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael A. Monsoor's Medal of Honor, with the Navy SEAL Trident&lt;br /&gt;A True Hero, Who Gave His Life in Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was posthumously awarded the Medal of Honor. The US Military's highest award for combat chivalry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQ0wHNz-8sc/SQ34d20eKqI/AAAAAAAABUA/Z7U9X8k1H24/s1600-h/800px-George_and_Sally_Monsoor_receive_Michael_Monsoor%27s_Medal_of_Honor_with_George_W._Bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQ0wHNz-8sc/SQ34d20eKqI/AAAAAAAABUA/Z7U9X8k1H24/s320/800px-George_and_Sally_Monsoor_receive_Michael_Monsoor%27s_Medal_of_Honor_with_George_W._Bush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264136731281468066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael's Parents Receiving their son's medal posthumously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just like a small tribute and thank you makes the day of any person for the things they have done for us, I will start by saying thank you to all who have helped me in anyway. I think we should all do this and extend our care to the people around us. This world will definitely be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is in honor not only of Michael A. Monsoor, but the countless other selfless heroes who gave their lives for a just cause, and for their loved ones back home. A salute, a tribute and a reminder for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thunder Warrior -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530910085657307571-4697190750482077600?l=thunderwarrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/feeds/4697190750482077600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530910085657307571&amp;postID=4697190750482077600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/4697190750482077600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/4697190750482077600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/2008/11/men-who-give-all-so-others-may-live.html' title='Men Who Give All So Others May Live'/><author><name>reminisce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974793804988354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TQ0wHNz-8sc/SQ33SUcwLII/AAAAAAAABT4/ZQe0-X38FNs/s72-c/Michael_A._Monsoor_-_Medal_of_Honor_080314-N-3404S-115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530910085657307571.post-5248413699376521337</id><published>2008-10-20T02:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T02:14:41.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E=mc2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Energy (E) = Mass . Constant (square)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As E approaches ZERO, MC2 also approaches ZERO.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It is an approved fact that when critical mass is achieved, a lost of any state is achieved.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;When a person reaches Critical Mass, he experiences a total lost of conciousness, oblivious to his surroundings.  Giving Mass (&amp;amp; energy, since Mass = Energy) will result in the loss of Energy and thus, if it is not replenished, will bring about Critical Mass.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i got cut greatly, bled out for you. all i need now is your care and support.&lt;br/&gt;i feel it aint selfish. but if it is, then i for once, want to be...&lt;br/&gt;nobody likes getting cut and left to bled.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;kudos to me, my pitiful self. be strong myself, thought hard it may seem.&lt;br/&gt;hope to see my light, to fill me up again. curse be the man who cut me deep.&lt;br/&gt;change myself i will, to stop this shit.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;hope is free, but i hope it helps me through.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-thunder warrior-&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530910085657307571-5248413699376521337?l=thunderwarrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/feeds/5248413699376521337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530910085657307571&amp;postID=5248413699376521337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/5248413699376521337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/5248413699376521337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/2008/10/emc2.html' title='E=mc2'/><author><name>reminisce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974793804988354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530910085657307571.post-6384605465143532469</id><published>2008-10-01T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:35:56.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how math relates to life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;doing math 1 in uni isnt all that bad. it tells you alot about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an oil jug that keeps pouring out its contents will have to run out of oil one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the faster you pour, the easier it runs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more you pour, the more you have to pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how big the jug starts off with, no matter how much you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll end at some point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;burnout. it sucks. i hope i'll get refilled someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530910085657307571-6384605465143532469?l=thunderwarrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/feeds/6384605465143532469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530910085657307571&amp;postID=6384605465143532469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/6384605465143532469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;if i could fly away, i'd fly up to the highest peak.&lt;br /&gt;if i could swim away, i'd dive to the deepest valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the buffet of life's challenges are too many to carry&lt;br /&gt;the stress of great burdens too heavy to bear.&lt;br /&gt;the sad times just overwhelm me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with every cloud a silver lining,&lt;br /&gt;with every storm a calm is born.&lt;br /&gt;with every flood greener pastures,&lt;br /&gt;with every calamity a stronger resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my silver lining, my peace and calm.&lt;br /&gt;she is my green pastures and stronger self.&lt;br /&gt;she is my shoulder and significant half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gently, she speaks to me, soothing my every woe.&lt;br /&gt;firmly, she picks me up, helping me stand again.&lt;br /&gt;caringly, resting my sobbing head, nestled on her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though today i feel distressed and disturbed, with everything seemingly against me, it was her that brought the light and joy to my day of sadness... it hurts me so to see her lose her smile. so i hid it all from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but try as i might, it never works to hide. spilling everything out, i cried, during the darkest depth of night. i hate myself for bringing her into the picture, but it was too late. all i wanna do is apologize... its not your fault dear, its not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a crazy world, but you bring solace to my heart. i miss u, i miss u, i miss u. i love u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530910085657307571-7554591731624447252?l=thunderwarrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/feeds/7554591731624447252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530910085657307571.post-3880214284755139442</id><published>2008-09-25T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:09:21.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a special declaration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;dear, not a day passes without me thinking of you...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;and i'm thinking of you too as i type this.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;every teardrop rolling down your cheeks,&lt;br/&gt;makes my heart drop a little more.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;every day that passes without you,&lt;br/&gt;makes my heart long for you much more.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;every passing moment you yearn for me,&lt;br/&gt;makes my whole body wanna run out to you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;every time you're in my embrace,&lt;br/&gt;makes my heart flutter and skip its beat.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;every smooch and fleeting brush of your hair,&lt;br/&gt;makes me fly up to the clouds up there...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;i want to...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;wipe every teardrop from your eyes.&lt;br/&gt;embrace you in my arms forever.&lt;br/&gt;chase away your every fear.&lt;br/&gt;soothe your every sorrow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;be there for you at every moment.&lt;br/&gt;rejoice with you every happy time.&lt;br/&gt;walk with you through this lifetime.&lt;br/&gt;whisper sweet nothings to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;truly you made my heart drop and skip a few beats when those jewels rolled down your cheeks last night. my reaction was one of fear, trepidity and heartache. if i could do anything at all to make those tears go away, i would have done it right away (=&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;you hold an irreplaceable and vital part in my life too. i cant live without you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;big&gt;I LOVE YOU TOO (=&lt;/big&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530910085657307571-3880214284755139442?l=thunderwarrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/feeds/3880214284755139442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530910085657307571&amp;postID=3880214284755139442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/3880214284755139442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/3880214284755139442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/2008/09/special-declaration.html' title='a special declaration...'/><author><name>reminisce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974793804988354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530910085657307571.post-5645063369611803926</id><published>2008-09-24T02:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T02:24:26.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of botak men and fish 'n' chips... Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;why do singaporeans love to eat so much? i guess the answer lies in the fact that it is a 'national pastime'.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ntu's deli apprecio club (i.e. glutton 101 club) organized a 'botak jones bonanza' trip to visit mr botak jones and taste his botak food! out of curiosity, sheer hunger and a tinge of daring, i signed up for it together with my Dear...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;the price didnt come cheap for a poor young 'un like me, but i sure never regretted (well, abit, cuz of the atmosphere - NO AIR CON!!) going for it; out of the sheer fun, laughter and enjoyment i had with &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;.. (=&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;my day started with a mad scramble out of bed, to the hospital and back home once again... then off i was to bugis to meet &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;, as &lt;i&gt;she&lt;/i&gt; was studying with her frens there. having nothing to do, we then hopped on the mrt to marina sq in a vain attempt to catch a movie, but ALAS! the only shows worth watching fell on the wrong time slots!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;so there we had it, 2 hours to kill b4 botak jones and stuck in marina sq! i struck on the idea of gg to starbucks for coffee and to mug too, so we again skipped down to starbucks. there, i whipped out the complimentary $5 voucher for use... as i flipped the voucher to the back, a wave of thankfulness overwhelmed me!! on the first column, it stated that 'Only VALID AT sTARBUCKS mARINA sQUARE'! how close i was to getting the evil stare from my princess if we so much as chose another Starbucks! haha kidding la, she understands (=&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;we mugged there for roughly an hour or so, -i almost fell asleep studying MB107 biz law- where she meticulously poured over her bio science notes. we scooted off after that to esplanade to soak up some view, but ALAS again! something happened...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;we met 3 aging japanese folks! you'll never believe this.. they asked for directions to nearest taxi stand--&amp;gt; out of kindness and a tinge of bo-liaoness, we volunteeered to show them --&amp;gt; walked to esplanade, taxi stand closed due to F1 --&amp;gt; info counter said walk back to raffles city --&amp;gt; after frantic gesticulation, we managed to tell them they haveto walk back --&amp;gt; we led the way again all the way back!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and guess what? their mean age was probably 60+70 yrs old! but they were walking almost as fast as us... gosh, in singapore, you're considered an ANTIQUE at that age! and here we have 3 jolly jap senior folks trekking happily behind us.. we really must take a leaf out of their books and learn from them (=&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;and they gave my princess a gift!!! i dunno what it was exactly, but it was from TOKYO disney land! aUTHENTIC stuff.... and they were so SOOO friendly la!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;thereafter, we realized we were super duper late, then rushed off to catch the train to braddell. this is where our real food adventure begins.. stay tuned!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-thunder warrior-&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530910085657307571-5645063369611803926?l=thunderwarrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/feeds/5645063369611803926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530910085657307571&amp;postID=5645063369611803926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/5645063369611803926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/5645063369611803926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-botak-men-and-fish-chips-part-1.html' title='of botak men and fish &amp;#39;n&amp;#39; chips... Part 1'/><author><name>reminisce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974793804988354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530910085657307571.post-6240178309415573572</id><published>2008-09-11T05:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:55:06.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zany rooftop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;i used to think NTU skool of ADM spent too much money on its rich green slopes...&lt;br /&gt;not anymore (: i now noe why they placed it there. well, at least one of the reasons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent a great evening with &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; on its green undulating slopes and boy, am i the happiest person alive! hahaha... so many firsts for me this year and i'm just so gleeful for them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, perhaps i've got a bit of time here on my hands (and i'm not so much of a descriptive person), so i've decided that maybe i'd dedicate a small poem to my &lt;i&gt;special someone&lt;/i&gt; (: (P.S. Guys, its ok if you wanna copy it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i'd feel this way,&lt;br /&gt;until i held &lt;i&gt;you &lt;/i&gt;in my sway.&lt;br /&gt;Glistening bright as the starry sky,&lt;br /&gt;sparkling are &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; pretty eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and everytime &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; smile,&lt;br /&gt;Takes away my drear and dull.&lt;br /&gt;Always there come what may,&lt;br /&gt;For every boisterous passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise i'll take life's test,&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;'ll walk with me through the rest.&lt;br /&gt;Wiggles of warmth and giggles of gay,&lt;br /&gt;Will i be whenever &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three magical words i so forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;Whispered in my ear when i am down.&lt;br /&gt;For i've been truly blest,&lt;br /&gt;With &lt;i&gt;someone&lt;/i&gt; i wanna share my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; from all fears,&lt;br /&gt;Wipe &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; sad and lonely tears.&lt;br /&gt;Its&lt;i&gt; you&lt;/i&gt; i'll keep as precious treasure,&lt;br /&gt;And my heart's one true desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So journey with me now my &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;And i promise i'll take life's test,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;'ll walk with me through the rest... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josie (11th Sept 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thunder warrior-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530910085657307571-6240178309415573572?l=thunderwarrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/feeds/6240178309415573572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530910085657307571&amp;postID=6240178309415573572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/6240178309415573572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/6240178309415573572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/2008/09/zany-rooftop.html' title='zany rooftop'/><author><name>reminisce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974793804988354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530910085657307571.post-661233965799625932</id><published>2008-09-11T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:36:45.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>subscibe to mi blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;do you know you can now subscribe to my posts? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just bunrt my feed by Feedburner, a great way to burn your blog posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just enter your email address on the left and you can receive updates everytime i post something here ;) cool huh? lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell u soon about another amazing evening i had soon... watch out for 'Zany Rooftop!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thunder warrior-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530910085657307571-661233965799625932?l=thunderwarrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/feeds/661233965799625932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530910085657307571&amp;postID=661233965799625932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/661233965799625932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/661233965799625932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/2008/09/subscibe-to-mi-blog.html' title='subscibe to mi blog!'/><author><name>reminisce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974793804988354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530910085657307571.post-2896883281792014262</id><published>2008-09-08T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:47:56.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of all things ichiban &amp; wall-e</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;wow.. cant believe i just ended another breath-taking &amp;amp; HOT dinner cum session with &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;... HEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz, we met after&lt;i&gt; she&lt;/i&gt; 'booked-in' to hall and whisked away on our 1000HorsePower Carriage - BUS 199 - followed by the elegant Rail Carriage - SMRT - to plaza sing. gosh, was it a relief to be with &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; once again. it just seemed like my entire day went right again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at city hall, we had some fun going up and down the escalators to the same platform &lt;i&gt;twice&lt;/i&gt;... lolx it was zany, since i was mesmerized by &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; and she in turn just followed me. we couldn't stop laughing about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the standard stuff of buy tickets and eat dinner applied here. but it didnt feel at all ordinary to me (: we went to ichiban on the 6th floor to eat and GOSH, was there a heck load of choices for food! we spent like 10-15mins just deciding what to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the waitresses were also super the ENTHU la. our cups of green weren't even 1/4 way through and they came to top it up alr... lol but the dinner at ichiban was really filling! we stumbled out of the place feeling like we just ate a house... kinda felt guilty for making her eat so much! but princess, i think she'll work it all off at dance -winks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we sat through wall-e, i somehow felt like a child again. but again, its good to be a child with the person u like i guess? only that i wished i had a robot like wall-e @ home. and that lil' steward cleaning machine! always mopping up the dirt wherever wall-e went... lol &amp;amp; i didn't know robots could be so romantic! eve was the 'chio bu' i guess.. and its hard to ignore the fact that i was sitting beside a real one!! :P -LY, you're blushing again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, all good nights have to be paused for school i guess.. so was mine. sigh... but it'll be back soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back and continued mugging for a while... and i just can't figure out how on earth physics could be so damn hard...staring at the same question for 15 minutes seemed like the only way out. until my head slammed onto the paper, then i decided to call it quits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, so many things to do, CA next week too.. SO little time! GOSH... okie, gtg, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thunder warrior-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530910085657307571-2896883281792014262?l=thunderwarrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/feeds/2896883281792014262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530910085657307571&amp;postID=2896883281792014262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/2896883281792014262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/2896883281792014262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-all-things-ichiban-wall-e.html' title='of all things ichiban &amp;amp; wall-e'/><author><name>reminisce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974793804988354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1530910085657307571.post-3631983761698931048</id><published>2008-09-07T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T02:17:22.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminisce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;after close to 3 years of dormancy, I am finally blogging again! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i guess it is a good time to restart the mechanism too... after all, this year and esp this month has been the most JOYOUS and MEANINGFUL one to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things happened, amongst them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i started university at NTU&lt;br /&gt;  ... i rekindled my passion for archery&lt;br /&gt;     ... i made a whole bunch of new friends&lt;br /&gt;        ... i've participated in the best Freshie Camps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE BEST PART...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i met my SIGNIFICANT other half in school (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i quote from her: "for me to know, for you to find out!". so you'll have to find out who she is then! haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the most significant events that occurred over the past few days were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY 02 08 09 - dinner with the hottest gal in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY 03 08 09 - celebrating the birthday of Chan LiYong... where the birthday 'surprise' wasnt a surprise at all. she actually knew we were coming like 2 hours in advance. all thanks to my 'covert' art of planning. : P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai Wen tagged along, initially on the premise of 'asking LiYong about dance' to cover up the birthday surprise for me... but to no avail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it went well i guess (: here are a few pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/josiah.sye/SMK0xFlL_ZI/AAAAAAAABLw/SXQiZ7ozTpc/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg" style="max-width: 800px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: observe the knife clutched tightly between her hands!! and the direction of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/josiah.sye/SMK2zaHdxyI/AAAAAAAABL0/caD1PI21yHg/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg" style="max-width: 800px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe too, as I was the cameraman, where the knife was pointing now... (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always such a naughty gal. Sigh... But i noe she will never stab me ;) I TRUST YEW! lolx (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we had much fun eating the blackforest cake. and also removing the candle wax from the cake. the funniest thing? every mouth we took, we fed the floor with a few chocolate shaving crumbs too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also discovered that LiYOng's roomy is really a hardworking person. She cleaned up after us! wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'll be signing out for now, but will be back next time for more posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- thunder warrior -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1530910085657307571-3631983761698931048?l=thunderwarrior.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/feeds/3631983761698931048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1530910085657307571&amp;postID=3631983761698931048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/3631983761698931048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1530910085657307571/posts/default/3631983761698931048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderwarrior.blogspot.com/2008/09/reminisce_07.html' title='reminisce'/><author><name>reminisce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00974793804988354983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/josiah.sye/SMK0xFlL_ZI/AAAAAAAABLw/SXQiZ7ozTpc/s72-c/%5BUNSET%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
