<?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-11243577</id><updated>2011-08-08T20:07:02.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Let Me Go On...</title><subtitle type='html'>I do not thrive on what people think.  Life was not meant to be lived that way, or the other.  Wake up, and stop putting your head in the clouds.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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>302</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-1973056050293581243</id><published>2008-03-26T10:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:09:18.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Month!</title><content type='html'>Someone complained I haven't blogged for awhile, suffice to say, she's right. But anyhowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee, my 21st birthday passed about a week and a half ago... I'm 21! I wouldn't say like finally but yeah, I'm adult. Though it was my 21st, I still had a fairly quiet birthday as usual, spending it with Heartlands and 2 other mates. Thanks for the chocolates from Jones the Grocers, the Marc Ecko watch (bling bling!) and the Agnes B earring. Fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have 2 photos of my bentos from the last 3 days including today, so I'll post it up soon. hahah. People are always amused that I still can find the time to cook everyday. It amuses myself that I can do so everyday too! hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;*tadaaah. pictures. I realised that my camera phone had some dust on it, therefore the pictures that were taken look a little blurred. This was lunch from Monday till today. Tuesday's was a repeat of Monday's and Thursday's was a repeat of today's that's why there's only 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/R-plUzggrnI/AAAAAAAAADg/a5bRThriuEs/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182065729341533810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/R-plUzggrnI/AAAAAAAAADg/a5bRThriuEs/s200/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/R-pljDggroI/AAAAAAAAADo/b8-VXddyVrk/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182065974154669698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/R-pljDggroI/AAAAAAAAADo/b8-VXddyVrk/s200/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've no choice for the next 2 weeks as if I don't cook, I won't have anything to eat. Sending the now 3 month old parcel to New Zealand will wipe out my bank account. Blahhhh. I was supposed to sent it over around December-January but I forgot. Shucks man. Stupid me. Hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-1973056050293581243?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1973056050293581243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=1973056050293581243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1973056050293581243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1973056050293581243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2008/03/birthday-month.html' title='Birthday Month!'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/R-plUzggrnI/AAAAAAAAADg/a5bRThriuEs/s72-c/DSC00723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-4316263231230776728</id><published>2008-02-24T04:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T05:12:41.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's kinda awhile since I last posted.  About a month I think.  I'm just going to type some things here to let you know that I'm still around.  Though I don't know who reads this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Heartlands had a gathering today (or rather yesterday since it has past midnight) for John's super belated birthday celebrations.  While waiting for them to arrive in Siglap, two of us went to The Cheesecake Cafe to chill before dinner.  And honestly I think I had a little too much.  haha.  But it was good, and I tried escargots for the first time in my life.  Pretty nice actually.  Thought it wouldn't be good but yeah, it was!  Continuing on, we went to Blooies which is in Jalan Tua Kong (slightly "ulu" place) for dinner, where we had good food though Patricia, Song Lee and I couldn't finish our food.  Apologies there aren't no pictures of it, because I forgot to take them.  Hurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia and I wanted to go to Karaoke after that to continue on celebrations but the two Boons weren't so keen on it so we ended up at a board game cafe as suggested by Boon Choon near Block 85.  Didn't think it'll be very enjoying, but boy, was I mistaken.  It was darn fun, because we were playing some card game first, where we had to do forfeits and the funniest was Song Lee having to wear a black curly haired wig for the duration of the game.  Followed by&lt;br /&gt;a haunted house game and then Headbandz.  Out of all the lot, Headbandz was the most fun.  Its a game where by you can only ask yes or no answer questions to a character or item on a card that's attached to a headband you're wearing.  Only the rest of them can see what you are.  We had characters like Muhammad Ali, Marilyn Monroe; places like Sydney, Venice, New York; and items like Crystal Ball, Garlic, UFO, etc.  In the end, Gary had to forfeit because he scored the lowest points out of 6 of us and he wore a red coloured hair wig, with a vampire cape and holding this toy.  haha.  Hilarious!  Was laughing so hard, I couldn't stop.  Anyway, I'll post the pictures up when I upload it.  I'm too lazy to now because it's 15 past five.  So goodnight!  Eh, sorry, I meant Good Morning.  Hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-4316263231230776728?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4316263231230776728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=4316263231230776728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4316263231230776728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4316263231230776728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-7627275846820486288</id><published>2008-01-24T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:16:44.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food.</title><content type='html'>I've this massive craving for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udon noodles cooked with carrots, brocolli, mushroom and minced pork with either chicken stock or soya sauce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I need to go to NTUC (honestly I don't like to shop there, but it's the nearest to my place) and get udon.  My only gripe is that they don't have brocolli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-7627275846820486288?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7627275846820486288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=7627275846820486288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7627275846820486288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7627275846820486288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2008/01/food.html' title='Food.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-348480937550760781</id><published>2008-01-21T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T08:55:10.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astoria Needs to Stop Spending.</title><content type='html'>Note to self:  Astoria, you need to stop bloody spending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh.  I saw a pair of Onitsuka Tigers yesterday at Limited Ed Vault.  It will set me back $149 if I get it.  The worst thing about seeing something you like and not supposed to get is when it comes in your size.  It's in my bloody size!  Most likely if it's still available in a month's time I'll get it.  Only if I can wait that long.  I've a good mind to go back and get it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-348480937550760781?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/348480937550760781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=348480937550760781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/348480937550760781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/348480937550760781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2008/01/astoria-needs-to-stop-spending.html' title='Astoria Needs to Stop Spending.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-5552308877909858145</id><published>2008-01-08T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T11:55:38.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BentoBoxes.</title><content type='html'>These days, I have this massive uncontrollable urge to cook all the time.  Okay, granted that most of the time I make the same things due to my habit of buying the exactly same ingredients, it's still enjoyable.  Not say I'm unadventurous, but it's just easier.  Chopping, dicing, frying, sauteing makes me quite calm.  It sounds weird doesn't it.  haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm wondering what can I add to rice.  I'm a rice bucket, and I can eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  Atkins was the worst nightmare for me.  Don't get me wrong, plain rice goes perfectly well with chinese dishes, but what can make it more interesting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-5552308877909858145?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5552308877909858145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=5552308877909858145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5552308877909858145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5552308877909858145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2008/01/bentoboxes.html' title='BentoBoxes.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-6888461302674732997</id><published>2007-12-07T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:58:20.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know?</title><content type='html'>SWITCHFOOT IS COMING TO TOWN NEXT YEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.  I so want to go lar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-6888461302674732997?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6888461302674732997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=6888461302674732997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6888461302674732997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6888461302674732997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-know.html' title='You know?'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-2226785854938334905</id><published>2007-12-03T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T18:01:01.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another List.</title><content type='html'>This is the second list I've posted consecutively, with most being a want rather than nessesities. hurhur. But I like making lists and it helps me sort out my thoughts while at the same time, some what organising my life. For the most part, I've planned out the holiday schedule so I'll get certain goodies delivered on time, since only a tiny portion of friends will get anything store bought. I've already wiped out my bank account today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not hinting or anything, but I thought you may be interested in the following IF anyone's thinking of getting me anything. *winks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Cookie Cutters - random ones, mismatched ones, etc.&lt;br /&gt;02. CuisinArt Professional Ice Cream maker with a self-freezing unit - which you can get at Tangs and it cost a measly S$738. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;03. Havaianas - in Size US6.&lt;br /&gt;04. Sneakers - Puma ones thanks.&lt;br /&gt;05. Ramekins&lt;br /&gt;06. Microplane Zester&lt;br /&gt;07. Silpat Baking Mat!&lt;br /&gt;08. Blowtorch&lt;br /&gt;09. Assorted Piping Tubes&lt;br /&gt;10. Polycarbonate Chocolate Moulds&lt;br /&gt;11. Pure Vanilla Essence/ Paste&lt;br /&gt;12. Heavy Bottom Saucepan from WMF&lt;br /&gt;13. Frying Pan from WMF&lt;br /&gt;14. A block of Kitchen Knives from Henckels - the above 3 which is available at the wonderful Tangs as well.&lt;br /&gt;15. More Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edited 07.12.07 @ 1758hrs-&lt;br /&gt;16.  Switchfoot tickets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-2226785854938334905?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2226785854938334905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=2226785854938334905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2226785854938334905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2226785854938334905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-list.html' title='Another List.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-9075123983613628988</id><published>2007-11-28T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:17:42.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needful Things.</title><content type='html'>These are things I cannot live without in my larder and kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01.  Garlic.&lt;br /&gt;02.  Onions.&lt;br /&gt;- Haven't bought them for awhile, because I can't use them fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;03.  Potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;- Local produce is fine, though I love the Russet varieties.&lt;br /&gt;04.  Olive Oil.&lt;br /&gt;05.  Dried Pasta.&lt;br /&gt;- I can't afford fresh pasta, and when you're not living in a land where pasta is indigenous to the country, fresh pasta wouldn't be quite as authentic (or as nice) I reckon.  Though I suppose good one are available just that I don't know where to go looking for it.  But having said that, I haven't found a Italian deli.  Or tried to source for one.&lt;br /&gt;06.  Sausages.&lt;br /&gt;07.  Minced Beef!&lt;br /&gt;08.  Pesto.&lt;br /&gt;- I would honestly love a little herb garden so I can plant basil, oregano, thyme and all but I think I shall embark on it when I move house. &lt;br /&gt;09.  Black Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;10.  Bell Peppers (or any sort of vegetables)&lt;br /&gt;11.  Beans!&lt;br /&gt;- Garbanzo (or chickpeas as it's commonly known) are my absolute-st favourite!&lt;br /&gt;12.  Rice. &lt;br /&gt;- Because I'm Chinese and I need it.  As in need it.&lt;br /&gt;13.  Butter&lt;br /&gt;- Salted or unsalted is fine.  I wish I could have Lurpak or some speciality made butter, but the prices of it are skyrocketing.  Can you believe Lurpak cost like SGD$4 something now?!  OMGoodness lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think I should just move to France.  ButI can't speak ze language.  If I can think of anything else, I'll add on.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-9075123983613628988?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/9075123983613628988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=9075123983613628988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/9075123983613628988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/9075123983613628988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/11/needful-things.html' title='Needful Things.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-2960437189472619016</id><published>2007-11-20T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:20:12.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>News</title><content type='html'>And so, Astoria is not going to New Zealand this year anymore.  She does not have the funds to do so sadly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means she'll be around for Christmas (which she doesn't want to, not saying she doesn't want to be around friends).  She just wants to experience Christmas in a foreign land in addition to having a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Astoria's kinda sad, she's decided to go splurging this weekend.  Again.  Cross fingers, hopefully she's not returning home empty handed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-2960437189472619016?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2960437189472619016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=2960437189472619016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2960437189472619016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2960437189472619016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/11/news.html' title='News'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-1259079206683485189</id><published>2007-11-14T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:55:00.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of a frittata; with corn, carrots, bell peppers, minced beef and pork sausages. Served with a side of cubed potatoes with garlic. *Yum. Let's see how much time I have tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wouldn't mind a new set of knives.  Proper ones, and a heavy based saucepan to make caramel in.  Sexy kitchen stuff.  Sorry, I think I'm the only one who sees kitchen equipment as sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-1259079206683485189?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1259079206683485189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=1259079206683485189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1259079206683485189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1259079206683485189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/11/food-thoughts.html' title='Food Thoughts.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-7815204237512674750</id><published>2007-11-13T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:26:22.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Desserts.</title><content type='html'>Most likely I'll be flying off to Sydney next year, to attend Le Cordon Bleu (in short, LCB).  That 9 months there for me, hopefully will be heaven because I'm surrounded by desserts all the time.  Nice.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about 2am Dessert Bar ever since the international marketing manager of LCB mentioned it when I went to see him at IDP Aussie Uni fair.  I wanna go there soooooon.  What would life be without desserts....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-7815204237512674750?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7815204237512674750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=7815204237512674750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7815204237512674750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7815204237512674750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/11/dreaming-of-desserts.html' title='Dreaming of Desserts.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-102088882803706901</id><published>2007-11-06T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:31:21.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/Ry_D1TjQUUI/AAAAAAAAADY/8Elgb35GHNQ/s1600-h/in+search+of+hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129533821146911042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/Ry_D1TjQUUI/AAAAAAAAADY/8Elgb35GHNQ/s200/in+search+of+hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'd like to own this book if possible. "In Search of Hope: The Global Diaries of Mariane Pearl by Mariane Pearl, whose husband (Danny Pearl, A Wall Street Journalist) was beheaded by militants in Karachi for pursuing the trail of a shoe bomber. At that time she was 5 months pregnant with her son. Her story was made into a feature length film, A Mighty Heart, starring Angelina Jolie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You choose fear," she says, to those who killed her husband and seek to harm others through violence and hatred. "I choose hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see who wins."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-102088882803706901?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/102088882803706901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=102088882803706901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/102088882803706901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/102088882803706901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/11/choice.html' title='Choice.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/Ry_D1TjQUUI/AAAAAAAAADY/8Elgb35GHNQ/s72-c/in+search+of+hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-4698656323549947369</id><published>2007-10-29T10:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T10:19:13.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hah.  My 300th Blog Post.</title><content type='html'>Here's my 300th blog post.  Good morning!  and here I am, about to write something about kids and their veggies.  hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if you have heard, but Jerry Seinfield's wife has a cookbook on how to slip kids their veggies so that they will increase their intake of the green goodness.  This means slipping in pureed veggies into sweets like brownies and stuff like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1:  Wah lau eh, you're spoiling the taste of sweets lor!  It's comfort food you know?&lt;br /&gt;Number 2:  You're telling kids that sweets is good for them (which technically isn't, that's why you don't give it to them all the time.)  But doing this will just increase their intake of sweets!  Apparently, it's not all that effective as well.&lt;br /&gt;Number 3:  erm, I haven't thought of number 3 yet.  Pureed veg?  That's for babies.  Oh oh, you're showing them that veg comes in pureed forms; they won't know the taste, smell, look of it if you keep liquidifying them.  Just makes them stupider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learnt from being a kid, a teenager and then a young adult.  Take a page from my parents' book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't force your kids to eat their veg.  Because in time they will.  Even if it comes ten years later, they will eat enough for a lifetime, or at least make up the time they lost not eating them when they were kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-4698656323549947369?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4698656323549947369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=4698656323549947369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4698656323549947369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4698656323549947369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/10/hah-my-300th-blog-post.html' title='Hah.  My 300th Blog Post.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-7794925179465194664</id><published>2007-10-29T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:16:09.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends.</title><content type='html'>It's been about a week since I bought my bag.  Guess what?!  I still love it, as in I really really love it!  Carrying it still makes me excited, much like a child given a new toy.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made lunch the entire week.  It's a feat you know, seeing how long it takes to make lunch at night.  I still eat school lunches when I want a hot meal, but most of the time I rather bring it.  Though it's time consuming, I love what I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayi gave me a bar of chocies on Friday, big bar of Turkish Delight.  Yum!  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-7794925179465194664?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7794925179465194664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=7794925179465194664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7794925179465194664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7794925179465194664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekends.html' title='Weekends.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-349871122444681088</id><published>2007-10-21T20:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T20:44:22.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fred's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a392/astoriakoh/DSC00425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a392/astoriakoh/DSC00425.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After whining to a few people this week about wanting the Fred Perry bag, I finally bought it yesterday.  Whee.  I'm damn happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a392/astoriakoh/DSC00423.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-349871122444681088?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/349871122444681088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=349871122444681088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/349871122444681088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/349871122444681088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/10/freds.html' title='Fred&apos;s'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-7324140262037233175</id><published>2007-10-18T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:33:24.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一分啤酒</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you something.  Carrying 2 bowling balls home with no tote bag or a trolley is not fun.  Especially when it weighs 14 pounds each and you have to walk home.  I decided not to bring the trolley to school and now I have very aching arms because I carried one in a carrier on my right, and one under my left arm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\Safra resort is a nice place to go to, but it's located at some obscure corner of the island. I bowled there last night for a friend's team known as One Cent Beer, due to the combination of 2 names (Infer(no) and (Colum)bia.  So if you like translate the Infer = 一分= One Cent.  eh get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have just "buang" last night.  Now my handicap is 11pins, with the maximum being 30 for girls.  Bleahhh.  How to win now?  How to winnn?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-7324140262037233175?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7324140262037233175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=7324140262037233175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7324140262037233175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7324140262037233175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='一分啤酒'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-2305574495391235042</id><published>2007-10-16T15:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:28:26.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging much on blogspot anymore.  Maybe because I found another blog hosting site with a more 'zen' template. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lookie!  It's the Fred Perry bag I've been whining the last few days about.  I saw it at the Laurel Store on Saturday at Ann Siang Road and been comtemplating since then whether or not I should get it.  zzZZzzZZzz.  Only problem is, it's a PVC bag.  It's not even leather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to post pictures.  Gonna try again laterz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-2305574495391235042?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2305574495391235042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=2305574495391235042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2305574495391235042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2305574495391235042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-havent-been-blogging-much-on-blogspot.html' title=''/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-7234270466070492946</id><published>2007-09-27T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:58:20.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Sia.</title><content type='html'>Bleahhh. My iPod has scratches on it's screen already. Emo. haha. I shouldn't have procrastinated to get a screen protecter but I only wanted to buy it from ifrogz.com. Like sad can, I just bought my iPod in May I think. Argh, forget it. I'll buy my ifrogz casing next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, I just got onto their site. Check this link out if you got a 4th Gen iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://accessories.ifrogz.com/622/free-ipod-cases-for-free-get-code-here/"&gt;Free iPod 4th Gen Casing&lt;/a&gt; I'm not kidding! Enter the code that's in the link, and you only pay for shipping, which is US$5. How cool is that! This would mean you get a Wrap (which covers the body), then the band (covers the sides of the iPod), then there's the screen (which is for the click wheel, but depends on the design you choose; whether or not it includes the screen protector). Damn. I think I'll purchase it when I get home. I'm thinking of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114712418505715874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/Rvsb2IFP8KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6dWu7Qr2b_Q/s200/ifrogz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arghhh.  I want it~...  Oh by the way, they've got some for iPod Nano (1st Gen) and some of iPod Mini's too.  But the mini promotion ends tonight, 27.09.07.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-7234270466070492946?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7234270466070492946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=7234270466070492946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7234270466070492946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7234270466070492946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/emo-sia.html' title='Emo Sia.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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/_E8x7kFfzSLA/Rvsb2IFP8KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6dWu7Qr2b_Q/s72-c/ifrogz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-3728353707956339855</id><published>2007-09-25T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:01:54.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Tuesday.</title><content type='html'>Tuesday today.  Starting a new book again.  The forth in as many days.  Yikes.  I'm going through the books Vani lent me too fast.  Wayyy to fast.  If this continues, I'll be done with the final book by the day after.  Hopefully not.  Nothing much this week, just a lot of writing.  And I can't start writing because the events are not over yet.  So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a sleepover at Gracie's place.  It's been very nice to speak to her.  I feel that when I talk to her, she truly understand what I'm talking about.  Which is nice.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, I got to get to the army supplies store later to get bootlaces.  Guess that's the only interesting part of the day for me at least since there's nothing else to do.  I may start writing some nonsensical short stuff again, but it will never see the light of day.  haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherrio.  Now back to my book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-3728353707956339855?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3728353707956339855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=3728353707956339855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3728353707956339855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3728353707956339855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-tuesday.html' title='It&apos;s a Tuesday.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-6796884209887460994</id><published>2007-09-17T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:36:00.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrinne May.</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to Corrinne May's latest album, Beautiful Seed since I came into the office this morning.  I've looped it 3 times already, but I'm not bored of it.  Lovely lyrics, melodies, I reckon I can just go listening to it for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was filled with very very good food times.  Ma Maison, Astons, Banana Leaf Apolo and Pasta Fresca da Salvatore.  This week cannot eat like that already.  Madness I tell you.  Paella, Ribs, Fish Head Curry, Seafood Soup in Tomato Based Stock, etc.  Arghhhhh.  = ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite songs off the album.  On The Side of Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not the easiest person to love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm often the one who lets things go unresolved.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you choose to be on the side of me, on the side of me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you choose to be, on the side of me, on the side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too proud of some things I've done in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Skeletons in my closet are too big for me to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you choose to be on the side of me, on the side of me.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed charity you're on the side of me, on the side of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone needs a friend to hold.&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold outside and there's no place to go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everyone needs a friend to hold.&lt;br /&gt;All alone i cried, there was no place to go.&lt;br /&gt;I remember when nobody cared but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the easiest person to love,&lt;br /&gt;but you, you opened your heart to show me what I'm worth.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you choose to be, on the side of me, on the side of me.&lt;br /&gt;What a mystery, you're on the side of me, on the side of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post another one tomorrow.  Called Scars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-6796884209887460994?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6796884209887460994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=6796884209887460994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6796884209887460994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6796884209887460994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/corrinne-may.html' title='Corrinne May.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-3610213750359017215</id><published>2007-09-07T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:57:55.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>: S</title><content type='html'>I will never forgive myself if it breaks apart because of my foolishness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's breaking apart, but I want to mend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you give me the chance to mend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry is all I can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-3610213750359017215?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3610213750359017215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=3610213750359017215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3610213750359017215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3610213750359017215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/s.html' title=': S'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-6431763820952667106</id><published>2007-09-05T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:02:12.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross My Heart.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt the first real breath that you've have taken after weeks of brooding, thinking and mulling.  Well, I have and it feels FECKING GOOD!  I can tell you that much.  No more tightness in my heart, no more wallowing.  It feels great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-6431763820952667106?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6431763820952667106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=6431763820952667106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6431763820952667106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6431763820952667106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/cross-my-heart.html' title='Cross My Heart.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-6491856853811010661</id><published>2007-09-04T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:39:55.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaks.</title><content type='html'>I ended up going bowling after work with YS and Robbie.  haha.  Robbie says he'll buy anything for me if I can get ten pin 10s in one game!  And make sure to tell him first to bet, only then with the winnings can I purchase anything.  If only it was as easy as talking.  The most I got was 6 in a game, and that was previously when my ball entry was slightly more flat then now!  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, I ended up talking to Sam who was waiting for her boyfriend to finish bowling league.  And ended up talking a lot of things with her.  She's really nice to talk to really, though other people used to tell me that she's quite stuck up and all.  But I don't feel so leh.  She helped me to see a lot of things from a different point of view, which I very much appreciate.  Oh not only her, Gus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite pleasant to have what used to be normal days.  My normal days were all erased when I entered Singtel to work.  Stupid place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-6491856853811010661?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6491856853811010661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=6491856853811010661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6491856853811010661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6491856853811010661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/speaks.html' title='Speaks.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-3804378058026193202</id><published>2007-09-04T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:26:21.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>A lot of things are running through my head (what's new there?).  Makes me realise that I've got a lot to learn and grow into.  Number one being that I should never take things or make things personal.  Suppose it makes you stop thinking too much and letting your mind wander.  I shan't do that.  *nods head* yeap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-3804378058026193202?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3804378058026193202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=3804378058026193202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3804378058026193202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3804378058026193202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-7008674627602107271</id><published>2007-09-01T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:28:25.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craptacular!</title><content type='html'>I learnt a new word yesterday.  Craptacular.  whee.  so many new words to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-7008674627602107271?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7008674627602107271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=7008674627602107271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7008674627602107271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7008674627602107271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/craptacular.html' title='Craptacular!'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-3327571868612266296</id><published>2007-09-01T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T02:10:17.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Let Me Rant for Now.</title><content type='html'>-edited-  last post retracted.  have calmed down and back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-3327571868612266296?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3327571868612266296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=3327571868612266296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3327571868612266296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3327571868612266296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-let-me-rant-for-now_01.html' title='Just Let Me Rant for Now.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-3112582936451229508</id><published>2007-08-30T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T11:31:10.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a new toyyy.</title><content type='html'>I want a new toy.  Or rather new toys.  I want an oven (Miele would do fine, haha.) and a chocolate tempering machine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-3112582936451229508?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3112582936451229508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=3112582936451229508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3112582936451229508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3112582936451229508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want-new-toyyy.html' title='I want a new toyyy.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-736876071479710853</id><published>2007-08-27T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T16:38:25.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siantastic!</title><content type='html'>I am absolutely bored out of my wits.  Been browsing certain foreign culinary schools, but have a feeling that I won't be able to get in due to having no funds to attend a school overseas.  Because of this to I've been a little low. Sigh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I learnt a new word yesterday.  Which is the title of the post.  Marvelous ain't it?  haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-736876071479710853?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/736876071479710853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=736876071479710853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/736876071479710853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/736876071479710853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/08/siantastic.html' title='Siantastic!'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-5379559048421268137</id><published>2007-08-27T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:10:42.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie Jamie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RtIu8MATMiI/AAAAAAAAACA/apPgvPrrJYc/s1600-h/jamiemain_070205035107478_wideweb__300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RtIu8MATMiI/AAAAAAAAACA/apPgvPrrJYc/s200/jamiemain_070205035107478_wideweb__300x400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103192939313705506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got the full season of the new Jamie show, Jamie at Home!  It's absolutely fantabulous!  Makes me want to have a little patch of earth to plant things.  I've always wanted a herb garden on a window sill, filled with basil, bay leaves, parsley, mint leaves and the list goes on of herbs.  Delish! (that's what Jamie kept saying on the first episode with potatoes) I'd really like a garden.  Maybe when I get to New Zealand during summer, I can ask my aunt to teach me how to garden.  She has this marvelous back yard with cherry tomatoes that she brought back the last time, purple cabbages the size of human heads or larger! (which I don't think she plants anymore because no one eats it), carrots and I really can't remember anymore.  Hee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, lettuce, strawberries, raspberries, and a wholeeee load of herbs.  Can you imagine?  : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-5379559048421268137?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5379559048421268137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=5379559048421268137&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5379559048421268137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5379559048421268137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/08/jamie-jamie.html' title='Jamie Jamie!'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RtIu8MATMiI/AAAAAAAAACA/apPgvPrrJYc/s72-c/jamiemain_070205035107478_wideweb__300x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-2601996828259768292</id><published>2007-08-26T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T23:17:25.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goood Morning Baltimoreee!</title><content type='html'>Watched Hairspray yesterday evening.  Ever since I heard ''You Can't Stop the Beat" at one awards show, I've been dreaming of watching the musical.  However, you can only do that in New York as they only play on Broadway.  It's absolutely fantastic!  It's like finally I'm watching it after the longest time.  I knew all the songs by hard because I love it so much, and I really wanted to sing-a-long, but I don't think the people next to me would take it so kindly.  Prolly ask me to shush it or something even ruder.  haha.  I was smiling through the whole show.  Hopefully the DVD comes out soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a duller note, I almost lost my phone at Tangs.  Thank God when I ran back to look for it, it was still there.  I've never lost my phone, and I don't plan to start now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/orange+range/track/ikenai+taiyo"&gt;Orange Range - Ikenai Taiyo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-2601996828259768292?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2601996828259768292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=2601996828259768292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2601996828259768292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2601996828259768292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/08/goood-morning-baltimoreee.html' title='Goood Morning Baltimoreee!'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-5824350835771835654</id><published>2007-08-24T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:19:14.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok.</title><content type='html'>I'm okay already.  Why think so much right?  Yups.  : )  Thank you for talking to me and getting me out of my funk.  I had to just talk it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-5824350835771835654?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5824350835771835654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=5824350835771835654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5824350835771835654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5824350835771835654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/08/ok.html' title='Ok.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-2376618063270595964</id><published>2007-08-23T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:48:38.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>-edited-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too too deep in thought.  Very bad for one's health you know as it's always pointed out to me.  I must try not to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-2376618063270595964?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2376618063270595964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=2376618063270595964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2376618063270595964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2376618063270595964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-5778397654216715605</id><published>2007-08-22T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:36:26.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Chopped Off.</title><content type='html'>I went to chop off my locks on Saturday.  I actually don't enjoy cutting my hair because usually I end up with an awful look.  But thennn, for the first time, I felt that what I came out of the salon with is nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I went to Malaysia on Saturday to this quaint little salon about ten minutes walk from the Johor customs.  Housed in a small shophouse, the place incorporated a second hand clothing store for guys with a salon in front.  (I'll upload the pictures when I get home..)  Doesn't look like a typical salon really, but it was nice.  And the stylist was nice too!  She really looks at your facial shape and lets you know how she's going to do it.  It's not like she'll cut your hair and leave the tidying up to her assistant, she really does everything by herself.  Well, except shampooing.  I tell you, I doubt I'll be ever cutting in Singapore again!  Oh, and she taught me how to style my hair since it's quite short now.  And it's the only thing I don't like, having to wax and spray my hair every morning.  : )  Generally, people get shocked when they see me now.  Like, eh?what happened to you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, actually, this is quite redundant.  A post about my haircut.  *shakes head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-5778397654216715605?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5778397654216715605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=5778397654216715605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5778397654216715605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5778397654216715605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-chopped-off.html' title='All Chopped Off.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-1097697540185184501</id><published>2007-08-15T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:32:13.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I wrote anything.  I miss writing and all, but with the kind of scheduling I have due to my job, it's technically impossible to do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm getting out of that hell hole, though I'll miss quite a lot of people.  Divya, Ninan, Erwin, Farhana, Keith and the batch of 08.05.07 training people.  Got to remember to take photos with them before I leave on Friday, and I haven't gone to work for the past few days because of my knee.  And I'm sort of bored at home, but at the same time, answering calls are not exactly fun with all the people calling in who talk rudely, expect to be treated like king or queens and all the nonsense.  My dad says to leave my job, why bother to work when the pay's not exactly good, you get scolded by people for no reason at all and when as a temporary staff, you get treated like shit.  Sorry Jolene, but your buzz sessions to hear feedback from your staff is USELESS, because you don't bother to hear any grievances, you just shoot back.  I obviously would not like to be part of a company that treats temporary staff like that.  Think about it, since almost half of your staff is temporary people.  Treat them like that, and I can guarantee no one would want to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 3 more days!  And good riddance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my latest craze is watching Prince of Tennis and Hanazakarino Kimitachie.  It's madness, but nice to watch.  Tezuka!  Ryoma Echizen!  Sano Izumi!  Ashiya Mizuka! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/%e5%91%a8%e6%9d%b0%e5%80%ab/track/%e8%bf%b7%e8%bf%ad%e9%a6%99" title="'周杰倫 - 迷迭香' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;周杰倫 - 迷迭香&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-1097697540185184501?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1097697540185184501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=1097697540185184501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1097697540185184501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1097697540185184501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/08/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-4517473852058170887</id><published>2007-05-24T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:43:06.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm jealous of you.  First time I've ever said it so blatantly.  I wish that the person that likes you notices me.  But I highly doubt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-4517473852058170887?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4517473852058170887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=4517473852058170887&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4517473852058170887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4517473852058170887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-jealous-of-you.html' title='-'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-8064056156552361992</id><published>2007-05-21T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:42:08.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad.</title><content type='html'>Graduation came and has gone.  I'm starting to feel wistful all of a sudden.  The friendships forged and all, it can't be forgotten in an instant.  Especially since now I realise that 98% of my friends are NOT, from my course.  IMD and a few VSC people too.  Even some lecturers think that I was from IMD.  I will miss the school definately, and the people that went through times with me from the start till the end.  Lost for awhile, but found myself in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be thankful that I entered Temasek Design School.  More so being the last batch of interviewed students before the school started taking in students via JAE.  It has been a wonderful journey with my insane bunch of friends from IMD, and my clique from IAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Photo updates will be done again once I've got all me pictuuures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG4FJLkGgI/AAAAAAAAABA/S0HBoJ2cEMY/s1600-h/DSC00220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG4FJLkGgI/AAAAAAAAABA/S0HBoJ2cEMY/s200/DSC00220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067033454271797762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhh, part of the IMD group I hang with.  As one of them always says, "NAISHhhhhh".  meaning, erm, nicccccccce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG5PJLkGhI/AAAAAAAAABI/QCo_S6kER2k/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG5PJLkGhI/AAAAAAAAABI/QCo_S6kER2k/s200/DSC00221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067034725582117394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glenn-inah.  Heh.  He actually looks handsome today!  HAHA.  My Street 11 buddy (hence our finger signs).  Will try to find the link of the video Shan took of him trying to 'disappear' under his gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG5oZLkGiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/x9Q0xPj6Ki8/s1600-h/DSC00223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG5oZLkGiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/x9Q0xPj6Ki8/s200/DSC00223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067035159373814306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Samson Lam Pui Hang, the Canadian.  Who's actually VERY tall.  People said he kneeled to let me be taller for once.  Because I was looking for a crate to stand on when I wanted to take a picture with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG6SJLkGjI/AAAAAAAAABY/sc3mkyy0nlQ/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG6SJLkGjI/AAAAAAAAABY/sc3mkyy0nlQ/s200/DSC00227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067035876633352754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin Lim.  The one who always has to emphasize our height difference each and every time we meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG6eJLkGkI/AAAAAAAAABg/NqeiGdpOoaA/s1600-h/DSC00228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG6eJLkGkI/AAAAAAAAABg/NqeiGdpOoaA/s200/DSC00228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067036082791782978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wei Shanz.   Shan Shan Shan!  Wheeee!  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG7LZLkGlI/AAAAAAAAABo/z3jRpTcZJDE/s1600-h/DSC00229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG7LZLkGlI/AAAAAAAAABo/z3jRpTcZJDE/s200/DSC00229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067036860180863570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beatrice, commonly known as Ryce.  Always will remember her loan shark ways (I'm kidding, but at the same time not really) but she's efficient I have to say..  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG71pLkGmI/AAAAAAAAABw/JnRbynwqIVk/s1600-h/DSC00234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG71pLkGmI/AAAAAAAAABw/JnRbynwqIVk/s200/DSC00234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067037586030336610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stanley.  My chairman when I was part of Main Comm.  Whom I will always respect.  And whose laughter is always contagious.  ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG8fZLkGnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2Op-Sjb3oFQ/s1600-h/DSC00239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG8fZLkGnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2Op-Sjb3oFQ/s200/DSC00239.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067038303289875058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JiaWei, Royston and Kenneth.  The people I will always associate hard work and damn 'power' design.  I wouldn't be surprised if they were a force to reckon with in the near distant future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I found that actually I may.  But I'm scared to say anything.  Fear.  I cherish all the infrequent times we have talked in depth, and I think that has what contributed to now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-8064056156552361992?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8064056156552361992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=8064056156552361992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/8064056156552361992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/8064056156552361992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/05/grad.html' title='Grad.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RlG4FJLkGgI/AAAAAAAAABA/S0HBoJ2cEMY/s72-c/DSC00220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-3996315264732284577</id><published>2007-05-15T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:52:37.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian la can?</title><content type='html'>Prelims and finals were on the same day.  I'm pissed off no one told me about it or to even check.  And left me dangling till this day wondering when it was going to be held.  I could have freaking won, and I believe I would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I get too conscious.  Convo doesn't come naturally and I feel all awkward.  ) :  help me...  haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-3996315264732284577?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3996315264732284577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=3996315264732284577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3996315264732284577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3996315264732284577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/05/sian-la-can.html' title='Sian la can?'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-8297685155609064</id><published>2007-05-01T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:57:55.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>( :</title><content type='html'>i miss you.  i miss all our random chats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-8297685155609064?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8297685155609064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=8297685155609064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/8297685155609064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/8297685155609064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='( :'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-5596956410028238704</id><published>2007-04-24T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T14:36:01.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Know.</title><content type='html'>I've apologized and yet I still feel very upset.  It's like you don't want to talk to me.  I don't know, maybe I'm thinking to much but it feels this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-5596956410028238704?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5596956410028238704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=5596956410028238704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5596956410028238704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5596956410028238704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-know.html' title='Don&apos;t Know.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-6098285669539953930</id><published>2007-04-24T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T01:03:01.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouldn' Have.</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't have said the truth.  It feels as though suddenly you're not wanting to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-6098285669539953930?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6098285669539953930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=6098285669539953930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6098285669539953930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6098285669539953930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/shouldn-have.html' title='Shouldn&apos; Have.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-1414411731923799158</id><published>2007-04-16T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T01:42:13.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben and Jerry's</title><content type='html'>Why oh why do we, the little island of Singapore, have such little choices of Ben and Jerry's Ice Creams?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-1414411731923799158?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1414411731923799158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=1414411731923799158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1414411731923799158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1414411731923799158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/ben-and-jerrys.html' title='Ben and Jerry&apos;s'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-1004947713452038325</id><published>2007-04-12T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T23:54:55.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been looking at my secondary school classmates profiles on friendster.com and it's sort of strange for me to find out how much everyone's moved on and changed.  Pardon me for the lack of ability to verbalise it properly so if you want to read on, then just bear whatever nonsense I've got to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone (sorta) is hooking up, getting attached and all, and I feel like I've remained the same ever since I left secondary school.  Nooo, I'm not looking or anything but it feels as if I'm missing out.  Some how.  But then sometimes I think about it and I'm like, hey, I got objectives and goals I've not met, things I'm attached to (as in very attached to), I don't feel as if I've missed out.  I find it's just that you've no one to share it deeply.  Oh well, I don't really know what I'm rambling about.  I've close friends (guys to boot) and all but it ain't the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pardon Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Heaven Forbid" by The Fray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Twenty years, it's breaking you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; now that you understand there's no one around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Take a breath, just take a seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; your falling apart and tearing at the seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Heaven forbid you end up alone, you don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; It's on your face, is it on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; would you care to build a house of your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; How much longer, how long can you wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; It's like you wanted to go and give yourself away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Heaven forbid you end up alone, you don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Heaven forbid you end up alone, you don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; It feels good (Is that reason enough for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; It feels good (Is that reason enough for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; It feels good (Is that reason enough for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; It feels good (Is that reason enough for you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Heaven forbid you end up alone, you don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Hold on tight wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Heaven forbid you end up alone, you don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Hold on tight wait for tomorrow, you'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; Out of this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; I don't know how to get you out of this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; I don't know how to get you out of this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; I don't know how to get you out of this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt; I don't know how to get you out of this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Sums up what I've been saying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-1004947713452038325?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1004947713452038325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=1004947713452038325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1004947713452038325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1004947713452038325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/strange-no.html' title='Strange No?'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-232148212424317249</id><published>2007-04-10T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:54:31.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves.</title><content type='html'>I love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best pals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simpang bedok with the usuals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lollies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;petit fours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pump bottles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chance to go FHA2008 as a spectator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ASIAN PASTRY CUP.. here I come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-232148212424317249?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/232148212424317249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=232148212424317249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/232148212424317249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/232148212424317249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/04/loves.html' title='Loves.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-396320982435028278</id><published>2007-03-26T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T02:13:28.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the More.</title><content type='html'>HAH!  Another reason why I like to do chocolates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://health.yahoo.com/news/173386"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think going to EIT (Eastern Institute of Technology) in Hawke's Bay is impossible.  Where am I to find NZ$32,000 from?  If only...  Yema's going back on the 3rd of April.  I wish I could go back with her.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-396320982435028278?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/396320982435028278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=396320982435028278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/396320982435028278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/396320982435028278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-more.html' title='All the More.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-17913678117575294</id><published>2007-03-17T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:20:09.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>Forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-17913678117575294?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/17913678117575294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=17913678117575294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/17913678117575294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/17913678117575294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/03/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-3429973546563007898</id><published>2007-02-26T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:18:03.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants.</title><content type='html'>Ants has invaded my baking cupboard.  Which means my sugars, and my chocolates have been affected.  Biang le, the sugars cost little to replace, but I had to throw out almost a kilo of white couveture (forgot how to spell it) by Cacao Barry.  Wah lau, expensive can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to replace my truffle making items.  *Rolls eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-3429973546563007898?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3429973546563007898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=3429973546563007898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3429973546563007898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3429973546563007898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/02/ants.html' title='Ants.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-708714621806514500</id><published>2007-02-24T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T16:20:49.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suay.</title><content type='html'>Wa lau, so suay can?  External examination is on Monday, and I'm really really worried can?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-708714621806514500?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/708714621806514500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=708714621806514500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/708714621806514500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/708714621806514500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/02/suay.html' title='Suay.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-7844371589282595923</id><published>2007-02-06T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:06:28.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Look!</title><content type='html'>One more week!  *Cheers loudly* ONE MORE FREAKING WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and look what I had for lunch the past 2 days.  Roast Beef, Turkey Ham and garlicky Egg Sarnie!  With a ciabatta loaf split in two.  ooooo yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RciLIPCPpII/AAAAAAAAAAw/-oNPLVVqJ-M/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RciLIPCPpII/AAAAAAAAAAw/-oNPLVVqJ-M/s200/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028421957550318722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, which reminds me.  Ruffles are much better than Lays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, get your arse back to work.  NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-7844371589282595923?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7844371589282595923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=7844371589282595923&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7844371589282595923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7844371589282595923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-look.html' title='Oh Look!'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RciLIPCPpII/AAAAAAAAAAw/-oNPLVVqJ-M/s72-c/DSC00109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-8946049760155853873</id><published>2007-01-31T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:18:35.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sighhh*</title><content type='html'>You know, it's been three years and my dream has not diminished.  I thought it would, then maybe I wouldn't be so miserable.  But thus far, it hasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now as an interior design student, I'm supposed to be researching on things related to interior design.  I'm supposed to be looking up magazines like cubes, ish, etc.  However, my favourite magazines are BBC goodfood, Olive, Donna Hay, Baking and Pastry Asian Pacific.  I'm still more interesting in baking and pastry.  Whether or not I can emulate the cake design, or whether I can make a centrepiece for an occasion, etc.  These things matter more to me still, perhaps now more than ever as I come to the end of my tenure in TP.  The only thing that mattered to me in TP is my bowling, the friends and the exposure that I was given by certain people to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I lost three years of my life.  Sometimes I wonder why did I not follow my heart and insist on doing something I had passion for.  Nowadays, everyday is like a dread, I need to finish my Finals, but I have no mood, I have no desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want that stupid piece of paper.  That's all.  Then maybe if pastry doesn't work out (which I highly doubt will not not happen), I've a backup.  For all the money that dad paid, at least I have a stupid piece of paper.  Whatever happened to apprenticeship, passion, desire and all?  Why does papers seem more important than anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I make sense?  I don't ask for much really.  Just the allowance to bake cakes, make chocolates with approval is all I ask.  I'm happy doing it.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:  Thailand players are sore losers.  Wanting to boycott the match just because of a penalty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-8946049760155853873?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8946049760155853873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=8946049760155853873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/8946049760155853873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/8946049760155853873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/01/sighhh.html' title='*sighhh*'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-7727315437137968411</id><published>2007-01-27T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T01:34:20.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 More Weeks.</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated for the longest time.  I didn't really think I had anything to write about, besides Christmas and the New Year with the lads, but procrastination put it off.  So here I am, slightly more than a month and a half late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something different this year,  for Christmas.  Gingerbread trees, which surprisingly managed to stand upright, as I had seen pictures of amateur looking ones which were lopsided.  heh, not implying that I'm good or what, just sharing that I was pleasantly pleased with the outcome.  HAH.  Oh, and chocolates for some people.  Which to me didn't go as planned because I think I melted the chocolate till it lost its tempered temperature.  Ohhh, what I would give for a tempering machine.  I baked this year in my godma's house, which filled the entire kitchen with the smell of ginger, and I had to contend with 2 kids running in and out of the kitchen.  Nathan was so cute, he refused to let me go and baked, instead I had to play with him and his Playskool bus until it was naptime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/Rbo0hxurycI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vq_y9Kwp9Ps/s1600-h/DSC00065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/Rbo0hxurycI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vq_y9Kwp9Ps/s200/DSC00065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024386089174682050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent New Year's in the bowling centre (what's new right?).  Last few hours before 2007 were spent bowling, and the few hours after that too.  I tried cosmic bowling with my Rampage (a bowling ball, info for the bowling illiterate) and all I saw was my thumb plug and my finger inserts!  Same case with all the rest of my bowling balls, cause it all had yellow plugs and inserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best (or is it worse?) was the reopening of school.  All I'm left with now is... 3 weeks of school and my FYP is not exactly going fine.  But no matters, because my dream is not to be an interior designer.  So I'm just aiming for my diploma and then into pastry will I go into.  haha.  That's my dream, to be a top pastry chef, like Pang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhh, deadline's like Valentines Day.  Sadistic sia I think the entire design school lecturers.  hehe.  Then Chinese New Year, which I will spend in the bowling centre again.  hurhurhur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love.  With the show, hua yang shao nian shao nu.  It's lovely really, and somewhat, I can understand the feelings of the main female character.  All my mates treat me like a lad, which in some case is good, but in some rather annoying.  So in that sense, I can understand how she feels.  Oh well, I seriously cannot wait for the last 5 episodes.  *impatiently walks around the room*  no la, kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I off now, I think I provided a well enough update for those who read, or maybe not.  Because I don't think anyone reads it.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:  I lost my yellow pump bottle!  sighhhhh.  and my knee's got this sharp pain.  YAY, and dinner with the lads again...  I miss my best friends, and I want the green coloured snake from ikea (it's freaking 2 bucks!)  arghhh [SHUT UP ASTORIA!  WHAT ARE YOU RAMBLING ABOUT?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, byes. *waves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-7727315437137968411?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7727315437137968411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=7727315437137968411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7727315437137968411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7727315437137968411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2007/01/3-more-weeks.html' title='3 More Weeks.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/Rbo0hxurycI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vq_y9Kwp9Ps/s72-c/DSC00065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-1283523892341275725</id><published>2006-12-21T04:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T04:06:35.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooooo Hooooo!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, or rather today, is baking gingerbread day.  Followed by truffles night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!  2 nights without sleep, just to get things done.  I miss my Kenwood Chef Classic stand mixer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-1283523892341275725?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1283523892341275725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=1283523892341275725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1283523892341275725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1283523892341275725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/wooooo-hooooo.html' title='Wooooo Hooooo!'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-3972706262728401819</id><published>2006-12-17T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:39:20.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Dreams.</title><content type='html'>Here's my list of wants this year.  Currently no needs except for an Oven and a Chocolate Thermometer which I don't think anyone will get for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Birkenstocks.  One can never have too many pairs of Birks.&lt;br /&gt;-  Papillo Florida in Party Turquiose.  Size 38.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Le Cordon Bleu Baking Books.&lt;br /&gt;3.  A new bowling ball.  hur.&lt;br /&gt;4.  A Nikon DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Crumpler King Single in Red.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Crumpler Complete Seed in black.&lt;br /&gt;7.  An external hard disk which resembles a Lego brick.  Where you can find in the Apple Shop.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Macbook Pro.&lt;br /&gt;9.  A scholarship to Le Cordon Bleu in Sydney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-3972706262728401819?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3972706262728401819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=3972706262728401819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3972706262728401819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3972706262728401819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-dreams.html' title='Christmas Dreams.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-6384136498776700089</id><published>2006-12-17T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T11:13:51.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spongebob.</title><content type='html'>Last minute gathering for the usual gang last night.  6 of us in the CRV again.  Telling Song to sit in the boot because the car is a 5 seater.  And he going, "har?!" again.  heh heh.  I can't remember what we were talking about, I think it was adaptibility or something and then John remarked that Song was like Spongebob.  Because he's flexible and his face also resembles Spongebob.  The girls burst out laughing and we couldn't stop till we laughed ourselves hoarse.  It was like -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RYS1uiy9-3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tAfv9A8Z01U/s1600-h/DSC00032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RYS1uiy9-3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tAfv9A8Z01U/s320/DSC00032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009328496762026866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Song did to his spinach after his dinner.  Sheesh.  The gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Secret Garden's ambience was nice, though the food wasn't that fantastic.  Eragon was nice too.  Christmas gathering's next week.  haha.  Looking forward to it.  Though I don't know what to get for gift exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to John and YiHong.  John, you better propose to her properly hor...  haha..  Cheers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-6384136498776700089?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6384136498776700089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=6384136498776700089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6384136498776700089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6384136498776700089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/spongebob.html' title='Spongebob.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E8x7kFfzSLA/RYS1uiy9-3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/tAfv9A8Z01U/s72-c/DSC00032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-394239889583414102</id><published>2006-12-15T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:24:49.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim-ing.</title><content type='html'>I've been sims-ing the past few days.  Maybe too much already.  Downloading all sorts of nonsense just so my interiors would look nice, rather than use all their furniture.  Why use the given when you can get nicer stuff online by modifiers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  Christmas is coming soon, and I need to stop my procrastination before it gets the better of me and my friends.  Meaning, unless I start soon, many people won't end up with presents.  haha.  I need to shop for a lot of things; flour, sugar, food colouring paste, cellophane wrap, thick red ribbons, and the list continues on and on.  I may make truffles if time and money allows. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know how some people write Christmas as X'mas?  I can't stand it when I see that.  You know why?  Because by putting that X there, you're crossing Christ out of Christmas.  And Christmas was ALL about Christ.  Not about Santas and reindeers, and all that rubbish.  Think about what Christmas really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my best friends so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-394239889583414102?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/394239889583414102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=394239889583414102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/394239889583414102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/394239889583414102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/sim-ing.html' title='Sim-ing.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-7801769024363665123</id><published>2006-12-10T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:39:00.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dots Dots Dots.</title><content type='html'>I should have.  I should have.  *Screams*  I should have!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had six fecking pin 10s.  6 plus another 2 in the game after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Please ignore me*  Christmas would have been a little nicer with that money won...  Or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-7801769024363665123?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7801769024363665123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=7801769024363665123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7801769024363665123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7801769024363665123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/dots-dots-dots.html' title='Dots Dots Dots.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-5278723465949835982</id><published>2006-12-06T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T02:45:54.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need.</title><content type='html'>A chocolate thermometer.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-5278723465949835982?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5278723465949835982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=5278723465949835982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5278723465949835982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5278723465949835982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/need.html' title='Need.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-6901498583946089355</id><published>2006-12-04T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T01:31:55.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now It's Silly Songs with Larry, the Part of the Show where Larry Comes Out and Sings, A Silly Song.</title><content type='html'>Infinite wisdom by the likes of vegetables.  Namely a cucumber known as Larry who sings these songs, along with his buddy, Bob the Tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can Be Your Friend - Veggie Tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a boy with funny clothes?&lt;br /&gt;A girl with braces on her teeth or freckles on her nose?&lt;br /&gt;Some kids call them odd balls, some kids call them weird&lt;br /&gt;Is it my imagination or does aunt ruth have a beard?&lt;br /&gt;God makes lots of people in all colors, shapes and sizes&lt;br /&gt;He loves them very much and what we need to realize is:&lt;br /&gt;That calling people names because they're different is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Instead we need to look on them in love and sing this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I can be your friend&lt;br /&gt;I can be your friend&lt;br /&gt;Any day in any weather&lt;br /&gt;We can be friends and play together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya were all pretty different some are skinny some are stout&lt;br /&gt;But the inside is the part were supposed to care about&lt;br /&gt;Aye! thats why we have feelings that are very much the same&lt;br /&gt;So instead of saying weirdo i think friends a better name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chours]&lt;br /&gt;I can be your friend (la la la)&lt;br /&gt;I can be your friend (la la la)&lt;br /&gt;If your hair is red or yellow&lt;br /&gt;We can have lunch i'll share my jello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be your friend (la la la)&lt;br /&gt;I can be your friend (la la la)&lt;br /&gt;It's okay if we are different,&lt;br /&gt;we can still play and i can be your friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-6901498583946089355?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6901498583946089355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=6901498583946089355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6901498583946089355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6901498583946089355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-now-its-silly-songs-with-larry-part.html' title='And Now It&apos;s Silly Songs with Larry, the Part of the Show where Larry Comes Out and Sings, A Silly Song.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-2453006391971645032</id><published>2006-12-03T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T04:53:16.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring.  and some Randomness.</title><content type='html'>Ended bowling earlier than usual, slightly before 1am.  I know that's not exactly early but you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy rocks.  I finally got a new phone after 4 years or so.  W850i and it only cost *drum roll please* $99!  heh.  Mum asked me whether or not I want an iPod, but truthfully speaking,  I don't really want it.  I want an oven and a chocolate tempering machine.  Or some new baking, pastry or professional chocolate books.   Or a set of circular, star-shaped and heart-shaped metal cookie cutters.  Or some 64% - 70% Barry Callebaut Dark (obviously, look at the cocoa percentages) Chocolate with some cartons of double cream to make dark chocolate truffles.  Maybe some irish cream filled ones too. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm boring.  I only like to bowl and bake.  I only KNOW how to bowl and bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe the way I feel now.  I'm tired, I want to sleep but I can't fall asleep.  Funny.  A tad worried too, because I really want to go to Le Cordon Bleu in Sydney to get a Diploma in Patisserie.  And I want to do it properly, meaning from basics to professional terms and all the works.  The total cost (not including transportation, lodging, spending money and misc.) will be AUD$25,000.  *Said singlish-ly*  Liddat how to go?  Burn already la!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;iwishyouwouldconfideinme.  thank you and good night folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-2453006391971645032?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2453006391971645032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=2453006391971645032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2453006391971645032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2453006391971645032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/12/boring-and-some-randomness.html' title='Boring.  and some Randomness.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-6804875419684706183</id><published>2006-11-30T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:58:45.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty. Lost.</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling a little empty and lost at the moment.  seems as if something's out of place, but then again, i think it's the by product of me thinking again.  sooo, let me try to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;design review today, and hurhur, it didn't go well because i think my brief got rejected oh yet again.  damn.  i can think of so much more i could do with the time sketching and all, but i have to hold on for another 3 months and that's it.  the reality beckons that i won't be able to get in tp again to do what my heart really wants to do which is culinary management.  fees would rocket to sky high prices because student grant is only for three years.  so this means, either try to get an apprenticeship orrr go to shatec.  maybe this is why i'm feeling lost?  maybe, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mouth is itchy, i feel the need to chew on something, but i shall wait till closer to dinner.  fun bowl tonight yet again, dad just keeps registering for me, not that i'm complaining but yeah.  heh  =)  (somewhat still smiling... arghhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;edited:&lt;br /&gt;i need an oven soon.  like very soon.  so i can do up my stuff.  i told john about it, and he asked be to ask boon hian to lend me the oven to take home, then he'll get it from his place for me.  i replied saying, the oven is with the stove, you're not planning to take the entire thing for me right?  and he went, oh yeah i forgot about that. -_-  funny?  ok, not funny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-6804875419684706183?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6804875419684706183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=6804875419684706183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6804875419684706183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6804875419684706183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/empty-lost.html' title='Empty. Lost.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-5249821815568771189</id><published>2006-11-29T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:48:01.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two hundred and fiftieth post.</title><content type='html'>and right, so it's my two hundred and fiftieth post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asto, asto, what are you waiting for now?  stop staring into space.  get on with it already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here in my nice enclave sketching my heart out, with butter paper all over my bed, after a day searching for the remains of my butter paper since year one.  since my table has all my erm, important stationary and papers, i've been relegated to using a mobile side table and an a2 sized drafting board as my make shift table for the time being.  because the paper on which my plans are on is of a1 size.  riight.  sketchy sketching.  for tomorrow's design review which will last for two days.  i don't understand why this round it's 2 days.  doubtful any of my lecturers can understand what the heck i'm drawing.  bless their cotton socks for trying to figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love a latte now actually.  or ben and jerry's marsha marsha marshmallow.  just to keep me sane.  cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and erm, listening to third day now is swell.  heh.  okays, byes. *waves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-5249821815568771189?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5249821815568771189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=5249821815568771189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5249821815568771189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5249821815568771189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-hundred-and-fiftieth-post.html' title='two hundred and fiftieth post.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-4466030438215944506</id><published>2006-11-29T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T15:29:10.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soundtracks.</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I mentioned about having a soundtrack to your lives.  Haha.  Well, I haven't been mulling over it but then I thought, heck, let's get going with it.  Music was one of God's bestest creations ever.  haha.  And I mean it.  I'm not going to explain why all of them are in my soundtrack, but then more may be added and some taken out.  It just feels correct at the moment.  Cheerios then...  (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh well, so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4153/1372/1600/137808/OST%20of%20my%20life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4153/1372/320/609158/OST%20of%20my%20life.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-4466030438215944506?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4466030438215944506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=4466030438215944506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4466030438215944506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4466030438215944506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/soundtracks.html' title='Soundtracks.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-4084866035299857200</id><published>2006-11-25T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T02:11:15.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit in the Air.</title><content type='html'>You know, I'm supposed to be concentrating on my FYP (final year project for those who don't know) but then, all I have in my head currently is showpieces for Christmas.  I'm becoming more and more sure that pâtisserie is going to be my life.  I love the feeling of thinking about the best way to present cakes and biscuits, and I love to do chocolates (though it's been about a year since I last did it).  Though my works run along the line of conventional, I really do wish that one day I'll be able to break out of the mould (no pun intended, heh) and be a really famous pâtisser.  I just want to bake and create cakes, biscuits and chocolates for the rest of my life.  That would make me a very happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I wrote a christmas song today.  Wheeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-4084866035299857200?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4084866035299857200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=4084866035299857200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4084866035299857200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4084866035299857200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-spirit-in-air.html' title='Christmas Spirit in the Air.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-4741512895643138561</id><published>2006-11-24T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:29:38.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free. by Corrinne May</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I can be free&lt;br /&gt;I can be free from this place&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful healer&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful grace&lt;br /&gt;Help me to see&lt;br /&gt;Everything fall into place&lt;br /&gt;Wake me from dreaming &lt;br /&gt;No more deceiving&lt;br /&gt;Break these chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-4741512895643138561?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4741512895643138561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=4741512895643138561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4741512895643138561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4741512895643138561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/free-by-corrinne-may.html' title='Free. by Corrinne May'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-5567292475172677665</id><published>2006-11-23T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T02:16:49.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny.</title><content type='html'>Having gastrics suck.  Big time.  No matter how much I eat, I still get it.  Not saying that I've been eating a lot.  I've actually been eating half of my meals rather than the whole, because I just can't finish it.  I can't even eat a bowl of instant noodles finish!  So maybe that's why.  Stomach's empty but I'm not hungry at all.  So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-5567292475172677665?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5567292475172677665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=5567292475172677665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5567292475172677665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5567292475172677665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/funny.html' title='Funny.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-80757124775343184</id><published>2006-11-22T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:39:39.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave. by Nicole Nordeman</title><content type='html'>"So long status quo&lt;br /&gt;I think I just let go&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to be brave&lt;br /&gt;The way it always was&lt;br /&gt;Is no longer good enough&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to be brave&lt;br /&gt;Brave, brave "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-80757124775343184?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/80757124775343184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=80757124775343184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/80757124775343184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/80757124775343184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/brave-by-nicole-nordeman.html' title='Brave. by Nicole Nordeman'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-3830073489206744725</id><published>2006-11-22T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T02:01:14.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The OST of My Life.</title><content type='html'>I was just hopping round the web here, searching for Corrinne May's music and I happened to chanced upon this site, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gentlewhisper&lt;/span&gt;.com and it mentioned something about soundtracks.  How each person has a soundtrack to their lives.  Well, certain songs would &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; be on mine, but then again, it'll extend to a 2 maybe even a 3 CD compilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall sort this out tomorrow,  the soundtrack of my life.  The last 19 years of my life with many more years (God willing) to come.  And to this blog, shall I post the track list.  Though I have more pressing things to do like my Finals, but I shall worry about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you think about yours as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-3830073489206744725?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3830073489206744725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=3830073489206744725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3830073489206744725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3830073489206744725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/ost-of-my-life.html' title='The OST of My Life.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-7817748847693590730</id><published>2006-11-21T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T01:20:36.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showpiece and Ovens.</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking about showpieces for Christmas.  A nice woodcutter's cottage or a nativity scene would be a nice present.  Baked of course by your's truly.  Godma would definately get it, as she gets one from me every year.  Last year she got a christmas tree made out of Valrhona dark chocolate done by your's truly. haha.  This year if there's time, a few of my mates families will get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still thinking so nothing's concrete.  I need a new oven anyway.  A Miele would do nicely.  Or an Ariston or Idesit.  I'm not too particular as long as it's a professional, fully digital one.  heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISHFUL THINKING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-7817748847693590730?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7817748847693590730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=7817748847693590730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7817748847693590730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7817748847693590730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/showpiece-and-ovens.html' title='Showpiece and Ovens.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-6874689023648408180</id><published>2006-11-19T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:01:17.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heard.</title><content type='html'>Returned home to find some disturbing news on MSN.  A friend private messaged me about some going ons lately about some people who he, thought were friends and how he was being treated.  I could tell he was very hurt, and it was not only him.  Another person was involved as well.  Seriously, I can't believe how thoughtless some people are and how again, words hurt people very badly.  It's a myth when they said sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.  Don't anyone realise that life and death is in the power of the tongue?  I mentioned it once before to that friend, please take into consideration others people's feelings.  But now I reckon, it has fallen on deaf ears.  This issue may cost quite a bit, losing certain stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whoever you think this may concern.  Please don't bother anymore.  It pointless to hold on for anything if this continues.  You're not plan B.  You've other friends like me and *hem hem*.  I just mentioned it to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the other.  Up to you if you think it concerns you.  You've changed a lot, where's was the friend we all once used to know?  Hopefully you'll find your way back if not, I guess, what you reap is what you will sow.  It will come back to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-6874689023648408180?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6874689023648408180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=6874689023648408180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6874689023648408180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6874689023648408180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/heard.html' title='Heard.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-6551352908858501119</id><published>2006-11-19T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T02:07:05.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And So.</title><content type='html'>I finally went back bowling after a week long break.  And I sucked in the beginning.  As in seriously.  Then I decided to take off my Mec and try to bowl.  Hah.  The bowling ball can hook without the Mec!  I was surprised, Coach was right!  And *drum rolls* I beat my dad 3 games in a row again; first by 1 pin, then 2 pins, then hurhur 40 pinfalls.  haha.  Fun.  Maybe I shall just bowl without the guard... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to think of lyrics to a tune I got.  Finding it a little hard.  I have all these rough papers on my table with little anecdotes and stanzas and yet nothing fits.  Never mind, I'll try some more and see what I can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to hit the sacks.  Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-6551352908858501119?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6551352908858501119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=6551352908858501119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6551352908858501119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6551352908858501119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-so.html' title='And So.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-487850571500333491</id><published>2006-11-15T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:40.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hymns.</title><content type='html'>I realised I've always loved hymns, the timeless lyrics that still ring true today.  Even the way I write lyrics, it's the same, it has very old-time flavour.  But I like it, because it's a part of me that's exposed; raw and vunerable and there's no need for me to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favourite now, the rendition that Avalon did, made me fall in love with the song.  In Christ Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;In Christ alone my hope is found&lt;br /&gt;He is my light, my&lt;br /&gt;strength, my song&lt;br /&gt;This Cornerstone, this solid ground&lt;br /&gt;Firm through the fiercest drought and storm&lt;br /&gt;What heights&lt;br /&gt;of love, what depths of peace&lt;br /&gt;When fears are stilled, when&lt;br /&gt;strivings cease&lt;br /&gt;My Comforter, my All in All&lt;br /&gt;Here in the love of Christ I stand&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-487850571500333491?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/487850571500333491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=487850571500333491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/487850571500333491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/487850571500333491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/hymns.html' title='Hymns.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-422636000441725656</id><published>2006-11-13T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T00:38:36.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POLITE and other stuff.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, or rather the day before yesterday was the day or reckoning.  hah.  I'll post more about it when I actually feel like typing a long entry.  Or you can go to Marian's blog and read what she wrote there because in some way, I feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4153/1372/1600/IMG_48451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4153/1372/200/IMG_48451.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to shoot photos in town today with Augustine.  One seriously hilarious thing happened when we were at the stage door of Victoria Concert Hall.  4 cones; 3 orange ones and 1 green one, were placed there to prevent cars from parking in front of the stage door.  Gus came up to me and pointed to the orange one and asked me whether it was orange or slightly pinkish (yes, he's slightly colourblind).  And I said yes, it's orange.  And he went, "I CAN SEE THE F**KING GREEN!"  My gawd, I tell you, I was laughing.  Because when he asked me about the colour, he was being very serious.  I thought something was wrong.  And that kind of answer came out.  Flabbergasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm tired.  I want to knock out.  Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-422636000441725656?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/422636000441725656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=422636000441725656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/422636000441725656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/422636000441725656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/polite-and-other-stuff.html' title='POLITE and other stuff.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-8135615510689999556</id><published>2006-11-10T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:54:09.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Say...</title><content type='html'>When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."&lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering "I was lost,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm found and forgiven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble&lt;br /&gt;and need Christ to be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;And need His strength to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging of success.&lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting I have failed&lt;br /&gt;And need God to clean my mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect,&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are far too visible&lt;br /&gt;But, God believes I am worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the sting of pain.&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of heartaches&lt;br /&gt;So I call upon His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian"&lt;br /&gt;I'm not holier than thou,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a simple sinner&lt;br /&gt;Who received God's good grace, somehow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-8135615510689999556?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/8135615510689999556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=8135615510689999556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/8135615510689999556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/8135615510689999556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-i-say.html' title='When I Say...'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-61779960186154022</id><published>2006-11-10T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T01:45:55.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Sickness.</title><content type='html'>To my title, I was going to add "and in health".  haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to school for the pass 4 days, since I'm down with high fever, the flu and the cough.  What a time to be sick.  As in seriously.  Annoying really, when you're on the lanes (or off), sniffling and coughing.  So I'm going to stay home tomorrow again.  Because right now, all that's important for me is the Pol-Ite games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IP is like in a day.  I pray I'll do well, just to make God proud.  That's all I ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-61779960186154022?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/61779960186154022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=61779960186154022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/61779960186154022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/61779960186154022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-sickness.html' title='In Sickness.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-638601218723840883</id><published>2006-11-08T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:36:55.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice.</title><content type='html'>My voice is going to go soon.  The throat's very sore.  It's worrying because I'll be unable to shout on Saturday.  And at the same time I cannot sing.  I'll be so bored.  Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help Mr Strepsils and Mr Woods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-638601218723840883?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/638601218723840883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=638601218723840883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/638601218723840883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/638601218723840883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/voice.html' title='Voice.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-2438371282567076176</id><published>2006-11-05T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T00:50:48.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's not mine.  I don't want it to be mine.  I don't want to mind.  But why do I do?  It is so hard not to mind, when it is you indirectly and unconsciously being ____ ___ (fill in the blanks).  Key words being gravitation, attention and erm, back-up plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avalon - Where Joy and Sorrow Meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; There’s a place of quiet stillness ‘tween the light and shadows reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Where the hurting and the hopeless seek everlasting peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Words of men and songs of angels whisper comfort bittersweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Mending grief and life eternal where joy and sorrow meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; There is a place where hope remains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; In crowns of thorns and crimson stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; And tears that fall on Jesus’ feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Where joy and sorrow meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; There’s a place the lost surrender and the weary will retreat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Full of grace and mercy tender in times of unbelief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; For the wounded there is healing, strength is given to the weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Broken hearts find love redeeming where joy and sorrow meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; There’s a place of thirst and hunger where the roots of faith grow deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; And there is rain and rolling thunder when the road is rough and steep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; There is hope in desperation there is victory in defeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; At the cross of restoration where joy and sorrow mee&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-2438371282567076176?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/2438371282567076176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=2438371282567076176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2438371282567076176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/2438371282567076176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/11/say.html' title='Say.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-5874690361271862884</id><published>2006-10-31T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T00:40:38.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piglet.</title><content type='html'>Totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 24inch stuffed toy Piglet is hanging through the window grilles by it's head.  Thanks to a certain mate of mine.  My youngest brother says it looks like its awaiting execution.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-5874690361271862884?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/5874690361271862884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=5874690361271862884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5874690361271862884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/5874690361271862884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/piglet.html' title='Piglet.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-6178289932317089331</id><published>2006-10-30T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:25:46.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Facts for Today.</title><content type='html'>I did a Wiki search on my name today.  After I read my friend's blog which mentioned that a band called The Ataris had an album titled, "So long, astoria".  It turned up quite a few interesting results.  I have cities, villages and towns in the United States, a few famous places, and other facts like, Astoria is the name of Waldorf's wife from the Muppets Show.   -_-|||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, now I remember why Pastor David Stitt used  to call me Waldorf whenever he saw me.  He lives in the States with Aunty Dee and came to stay at my godma's for a holiday.  He told me about the hotel in New York and from then on, my name was no longer Astoria.  haha.  Only he called me Waldorf, not Aunty Dee.  I used to laugh whenever he called me that.  He's like a grandad to me, I haven't seen him for two years sadly.  My pap used to talk about him when I was growing up, and I think he was the one who did my dedication in church when I was a baby, however I only met him like 10-15 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wonder why my FoxyTunes add-on for Firefox has a album cover picture of Green Day when Blame It On The Weatherman by B*Witched is playing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-6178289932317089331?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/6178289932317089331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=6178289932317089331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6178289932317089331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/6178289932317089331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/interesting-facts-for-today.html' title='Interesting Facts for Today.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-631560152542311789</id><published>2006-10-29T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T01:33:35.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Breathe In?  Or Out?</title><content type='html'>We all had school training at Pocket Bowl on Friday.  Augustine, Jeremy and Clement stood in for the missing-in-bowling girls.  All had girly names after that, namely Augustina, Jeremina (he commented that it sounded so Malay-ish, and rightfully it should since he replaced my Malay team mate) and Clementina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach told us to be aware of our breathing before we execute. And Jeremy remarked to me,  I don't know if I breathed in or out, it feels as if I'm holding my breath or something like that.  And he went, "Can choke!"  Jill and I burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funniest thing happened later.  To Jeremy again.  He striked, and came back with his hands aloft and went, "yay yay!  woah"  Woah meaning he almost tripped on our extra bowling balls lying on the floor while celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-  Jeremy Leng, jokester sia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-631560152542311789?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/631560152542311789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=631560152542311789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/631560152542311789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/631560152542311789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/did-i-breathe-in-or-out.html' title='Did I Breathe In?  Or Out?'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-3527174369344750361</id><published>2006-10-27T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T01:29:59.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo-ness and the effects.</title><content type='html'>I can see what emo-ness does for you.  I just want to break out of the cycle, and not give in to my emotions.  It's not kind or nice to what you're confronted with when you give in.  It took a friend to make me realize that effects the people around me, and makes me look like I have a sourball in my mouth.  That same friend told me not to make a certain issue become my problem.  And I will not give in.  (I want to put ever again, however, due to my being human, lapses will happen)  I know this certain friend would read this and I want to thank you for a lot of things.  For being able to sense, for allowing to say (at the risk of sounding ridiculous and feeling super embarrassed) and for sound advice you given me, even though I've known you for how long (or rather how short)?  I also want to apologize for anything, predicaments I've put you in (that is if there is), etc.  I'm ashamed of how I've behaved and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to be thankful for yet at the same time apologetic for allowing you to see the weak and vunerable side of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-3527174369344750361?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/3527174369344750361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=3527174369344750361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3527174369344750361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/3527174369344750361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/emo-ness-and-effects.html' title='Emo-ness and the effects.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-4747011600948181624</id><published>2006-10-24T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T15:22:10.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>I finally broke the "curse" of not being able to achieve over 199 at Safra Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY! YES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-4747011600948181624?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/4747011600948181624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=4747011600948181624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4747011600948181624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/4747011600948181624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-1222359849892070757</id><published>2006-10-21T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T03:29:19.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Camp and Post Camp Jamming.</title><content type='html'>Bowling camp was interesting thing to have.  Bonding was the ain objective here, but I must say that it was only achieved partially.  But I did bond with my own team mates, which to me was a rather good thing.  Oh oh, by the way, Marian's nose is a PSI reader.  haha.  We were walking back to the main clubhouse, when she went *sniff sniff*, I think the PSI is 83.  When we reached the chalet and turned on the telly, it was 63.  Not that far off mate, though you might have to subtract about 20 from a reading that she gives you...  =P  (told you Marian!  I was soooo going to post this on my blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's us in the room; JianFen, me and Marian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4153/1372/1600/IMG_4504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4153/1372/200/IMG_4504.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left today (meaning Friday), and ended up at Safra Tamp. with Yong Shearn, Marian and Asri in the morning.  Daryl joined us later along with Alvin.  Had a jamming session after that at Augustine's place,  and man, was it fun.  I learnt that I cannot sing anything in G, for me, it's "blardy" high.  haha :)   and Burnout Legends is cool, I was mucking around with Gus' PSP while the rest were on the guitars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4153/1372/1600/IMG_45741.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4153/1372/200/IMG_45741.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4153/1372/1600/IMG_45911.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4153/1372/200/IMG_45911.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daryl being very happy and that's an Ovation you see, and Augustine being lazy as usual (hahha, oops) with the Epiphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look at this photo I took, nice right?!  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4153/1372/1600/IMG_4579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4153/1372/200/IMG_4579.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, goodnight, that's it from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-1222359849892070757?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/1222359849892070757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=1222359849892070757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1222359849892070757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/1222359849892070757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-from-camp-and-post-camp-jamming.html' title='Back From Camp and Post Camp Jamming.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-7573624040139121218</id><published>2006-10-16T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T01:20:46.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Urgh. Like Woah.</title><content type='html'>I look like a lad in my short hair.  Urgh.  Mich says my long hair was better.  Dang, my idea was not to look like a lad, but seemingly, most hairdressers think this is the best way to cut it.  Second time that this hairstyle emerged when I told him I wanted short, but suited to my face.  And both times, at different places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, guess who I saw today in the airport!  David Holmes and Andrew Naylor.  Ok, to those that don't listen to Hillsongs or read the album sleeves, they're one heck of a guitarist and a keyboardist.  I walked past them in the transit area when I was walking to Nike and went like, "eh, they look familiar... Arghhhh, they just ministered in church yesterday!"  I didn't stop them or anything, but was sorely tempted to get their autographs.  No one recongnised them so it would have been kind of strange.  That's the second and third celebrity I've seen in the airport, though to one, they're probably not considered celebrities since not many people know who they are, and that even rings true for people who are into Christian music.  Oh well, but swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to Pacific Plaza on Tuesday after training to get something for someone.  TRAINING TOMORROW AGAIN!  yay..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-7573624040139121218?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/7573624040139121218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=7573624040139121218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7573624040139121218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/7573624040139121218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/like-urgh-like-woah.html' title='Like Urgh. Like Woah.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-939084688939825868</id><published>2006-10-15T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T02:16:34.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Validation.</title><content type='html'>Matthew Lim's back! hah!  I haven't seen him in yonks.  And he brought back the best stuff from Sdyney.  KRISPY KREME DOUGHNUTS!  yum yum.  heh.  Congratulations to you for passing, and I do hope you get your wings too.  Its amazing how long I've known you, since Sec 1, and you're still the same lad that cares for the people around you.  You're damn lucky to have Mel too! hah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, well, I'm going to get my hair cut later on in the morning.  Bowling was good today, I made two measly dollars.  haha, from my league team captain.  And I made quite a bit of moolahs for my league team mates who kept betting on my pin 10.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite happy today, because of what I heard in church.  About approval and validation.  I don't need the world to approve me because what God thinks of me is more important!  Because approval from the world would probably cause me to compromise, and we shouldn't be.  As we're the head and not the tail! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-939084688939825868?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/939084688939825868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=939084688939825868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/939084688939825868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/939084688939825868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/validation.html' title='Validation.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-116076526296598544</id><published>2006-10-14T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:29.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doors and Windows.</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking about something.  Most of the time, when a door is closed upon us, we're so focused on that closed door that we don't realise that another door, window,  cat flap or what have you is opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know what to do, what friendships that need to be kept and worked on and those that I need to stop harping on that closed door.  Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-116076526296598544?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/116076526296598544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=116076526296598544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/116076526296598544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/116076526296598544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/doors-and-windows.html' title='Doors and Windows.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-116075463046569061</id><published>2006-10-13T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:29.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love. I like.</title><content type='html'>Thank God for simulation today.  I like.  Which gave me the chance to escape my director's talk in the morning.  Apparently, its a recap of how block teaching is good.  BULL.  Period.  We've given it a chance, but it's not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my best friends, seriously.  They never fail to come through when I need them.  Thank God for them, JingHui, Michelle and Xin Yi. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-116075463046569061?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/116075463046569061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=116075463046569061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/116075463046569061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/116075463046569061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-love-i-like.html' title='I love. I like.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-115945672753642981</id><published>2006-09-28T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:29.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All These Ideas Floating Round My Mind.</title><content type='html'>My mind has been filled with lyrics and sentences the past few days, so much so that there's a line or two floating round my head every hour or so.  And the more I think about it, the more it escalates into something bigger, like a song or a poem (not nessesarily a poem because none of the words rhyme).  I was reading something earlier that worship was part of your spirit man since the beginning of time, people offering sacrifices to priests, etc even when they weren't Christians. This shows that there's a spirit of worship ingrained in our very own being.   Writing all these things puts what I'm thinking currently down, be it little stanzas of praises to long choruses of worship, or even what I want to ask the Lord above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always listen to artistes like MercyMe and wonder how in the world are they able to write songs that are so simple but yet very poignant.  Mine's more of the other way around, confusing and questioning but forgetable.  I guess going back to the basics, of the very simple truths that were stated in His Word.  Everyday I find myself thinking about the Lord more, with these sentences that are "floating" around.  Simple sentences, makes it feel like I'm going back to the "old" way of writing worship songs.  haha, but God loves it no matter how I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I praise the Lord for I can sing&lt;br /&gt;I praise the Lord for I can write&lt;br /&gt;I praise the Lord for his goodness&lt;br /&gt;though very undeserving&lt;br /&gt;I praise the Lord for he loves Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115945672753642981?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115945672753642981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115945672753642981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115945672753642981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115945672753642981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-these-ideas-floating-round-my-mind.html' title='All These Ideas Floating Round My Mind.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-115938941120667324</id><published>2006-09-28T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:29.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Bloody Hell Half Four in The Bloody Morning!</title><content type='html'>My oh my, look at the bloody time!  It's half four and I'm out of bed.  Still!  I can't sleep anyway, though I'm yawning very much.  I guess it was dinner, indigestion and all, and my arms are pretty much aching dragging 3 balls home.  Yay, this is random, but I finally got my plastic ball which I can use!  So yay, Praise God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no matter that it's half four,  I'm having a catch up with a friend on MSN.  Which is funny because it's so early/late (depends on how you look at it) in the morning/night (ditto to this).  We're meeting next week, yay again, because I've not seen her for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My joy comes from above&lt;br /&gt;My joy comes from only one&lt;br /&gt;My joy comes from above&lt;br /&gt;My joy comes from the Lord"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115938941120667324?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115938941120667324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115938941120667324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115938941120667324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115938941120667324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-bloody-hell-half-four-in-bloody.html' title='It&apos;s Bloody Hell Half Four in The Bloody Morning!'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-115873167934722457</id><published>2006-09-20T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:29.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6.</title><content type='html'>Unknowingly, it was to be my last day for duties.  Someone called me today telling me there isn't a need to come down as the City Hall routes have been cancelled.   Sad...  Well, here's some memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2868/904/1600/IMG_4477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2868/904/320/IMG_4477.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus Bay.. Not clear because obviously as you can tell, it's taken at night.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2868/904/1600/IMG_4467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2868/904/320/IMG_4467.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nessesaries of a Bus Host.  Pass, Guide, Jacket and Walkie. The tentage is freaking cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2868/904/1600/IMG_44741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2868/904/320/IMG_44741.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bus Uncle, Mr Wong.  Or what some other bus auntie call him, Ah Pok. haha.  He usually drives 105 from Jurong.  He was damn irritating yesterday, kept disturbing me.  I almost wanted to bang my head against a wall.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2868/904/1600/IMG_4472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2868/904/320/IMG_4472.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usually empty bus.  I hate sitting buses now.  Scared of it, because for the past one week, I sit in the bus every alternate hour for an hour each time.  2 hours if there's a jam.  The police presence in the bus is damn useful.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2868/904/1600/IMG_4471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2868/904/320/IMG_4471.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115873167934722457?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115873167934722457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115873167934722457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115873167934722457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115873167934722457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-6.html' title='Day 6.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-115850081324738938</id><published>2006-09-17T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:29.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5.</title><content type='html'>It's Day 5 for me today.  My bus uncle was nice as usual, today he kept for me honey dew... Wahaha, I sound like some happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very strange conversation with HQ cluster today.  It went something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Me, " BG1 paging HQ cluster,  approaching Grand Copthorne Waterfront hotel."&lt;br /&gt;HQ, " Where are you heading and please tell me there are no delegates on the bus pleaseeee."&lt;br /&gt;Me, " Heading towards City Hall, and don't worry, there are ZERO delegates on the bus."&lt;br /&gt;HQ," Tell me how not to worry?  If there are delegates on the bus then I have to go and hide myself or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remark:  At this point I was like, what's the point of this report again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, " Roger that, over.."&lt;br /&gt;HQ, " ROGER... RABBIT... over..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like, WHAT?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115850081324738938?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115850081324738938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115850081324738938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115850081324738938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115850081324738938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-5.html' title='Day 5.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-115833586741067944</id><published>2006-09-15T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:29.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4.</title><content type='html'>My bus uncle is very nice.  Today he kept a watermelon for me.  Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, ZERO delegates again...  I'm paid to sit in buses all day long.  Now I hate bus rides...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115833586741067944?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115833586741067944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115833586741067944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115833586741067944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115833586741067944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-4.html' title='Day 4.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-115824979284178578</id><published>2006-09-14T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:29.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMF and other stuff.</title><content type='html'>Day 3 of IMF duty as a Bus Host, and till now, I've hadn't had a single delegate on my bus so far.  To think that it's reportedly 23,700 people who have registered for the event.  However, the police officers and bus drivers are very nice.  They always ask if we've eaten and if we have not, some of them actually give us their food.  Which is swell as their food is catered and ours is not, and we have to pay for our own food if we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I wonder why.   Someone will always top you.  No matter how good you are and how deserving you might be.  I am just jealous, because I don't think it's fair.  No matter how hard you try, or how nice you might be, someone will always be better and more well liked.  Unfair.  But then again, who said life was fair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115824979284178578?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115824979284178578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115824979284178578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115824979284178578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115824979284178578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/imf-and-other-stuff.html' title='IMF and other stuff.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-115781924426695552</id><published>2006-09-10T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:29.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think.</title><content type='html'>Youknowsomething?  IthinkthepeopleIcountasmygoodfriendsareavoidingme.  ShootsIthinkImusthavedonesomethingwrong.  SometimesIthinkthewholeworldhatesme.  PerhapsI'mnotpartofthecliqueIthoughtIwaspartof.  Sigh.  Iwishjustoneofthemwouldcomeandtalktome,seemsthatI'vebeenforgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybeit'smethinkingtoomuch,butwhydoIfeelthisway?  I'vebeensoemothepastfewdaysthatIdon'tknowwhat'sgoingon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115781924426695552?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115781924426695552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115781924426695552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115781924426695552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115781924426695552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-think.html' title='I think.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-115747042293766716</id><published>2006-09-05T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:29.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Can Do Now.</title><content type='html'>You dream, you wish, you hope, you pray.  But doing all these things and still not getting what you want gets you down.  Either that, or it's not your time.  I think it's not my time.  However, when will that time come? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming is all I can do.  Currently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115747042293766716?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115747042293766716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115747042293766716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115747042293766716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115747042293766716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-i-can-do-now.html' title='All I Can Do Now.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-115711922896480116</id><published>2006-09-01T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:28.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Alone.</title><content type='html'>I'm always surrounded by friends, yet at the same time, I feel all alone, by myself.  I remember what one of my lecturers said before, that I'm never seen by myself.  However that's the case currently.  With my clique of friends out of school, I'm the only one left finishing up one more module.  And it sucks, because I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ignore me, I'm emo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On My iTunes: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing of Your Love - Planet Shakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115711922896480116?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115711922896480116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115711922896480116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115711922896480116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115711922896480116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-alone.html' title='So Alone.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-115677974216069346</id><published>2006-08-28T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:28.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My My, Look At the Date.</title><content type='html'>It's only the end of August, and my iTunes is playing "Let It Snow, Let It Snow".  I reckon they should have this inbuilt date system where you don't play christmas songs till the month of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, what was the point of this entry again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new blog skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115677974216069346?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115677974216069346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115677974216069346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115677974216069346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115677974216069346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-my-look-at-date.html' title='My My, Look At the Date.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-115538687357775762</id><published>2006-08-12T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:28.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind's made up.</title><content type='html'>I've made up my mind, thanks largely to an Apple supporter who can't believed I asked him the question of which player to buy.  So I've settled on the iPod U2.  At least for now.  But yes,  it's about 99% confirmed that I'll get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news.  I came down with food poisoning yesterday, vomitting my heart out.  Even water couldn't be kept in my stomach for longer than an hour.  At least I haven't vomitted today.  It was funny in the sense that a friend of mine saw me at noon, all laughing and fine.  But later that evening when he saw me again, I was sick like hell and still went to help him do his girlfriend's birthday cake.  haha.  Had hell from my dad when I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Bangkok in like 5 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115538687357775762?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115538687357775762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115538687357775762&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115538687357775762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115538687357775762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-minds-made-up.html' title='My mind&apos;s made up.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11243577.post-115514576125283572</id><published>2006-08-10T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:28.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This or That?</title><content type='html'>One of my best friends just asked me how to spell the word, Garbage.  The way she spelled it was funny.  She's decided not to go to school tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Bangkok in 10 days I think.  I reckon most of my mates are in the holiday mood. On a happier note, I'm glad with my room mate in Bangkok.  My shopping list is more or less out, got to get some things for friends too.  Keith says not to wear shorts, bermudas or slippers there.  That was my plan.  Now got to lug trousers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPOD U2 OR CREATIVE ZEN VISION M? Current score u2 0 - 3vsion m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iTunes just quit on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115514576125283572?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115514576125283572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115514576125283572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115514576125283572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115514576125283572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-or-that.html' title='This or That?'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-115503920281161051</id><published>2006-08-08T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:28.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will celebrate.</title><content type='html'>"I will celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Sing unto the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Sing to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;A new song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my heart rejoicing within&lt;br /&gt;With my life focused on you&lt;br /&gt;With my hands raised to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;All I am worshipping him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like these, lift the Lord's name.  In good and bad times, always praise him, for he's worthy.  He still knows best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115503920281161051?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115503920281161051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115503920281161051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115503920281161051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115503920281161051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-will-celebrate.html' title='I will celebrate.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-115503834491301060</id><published>2006-08-08T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:28.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm.</title><content type='html'>It's over, finally.  But I'm disappointed in myself, because that's way below my standard.  Well, work hard from now.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115503834491301060?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115503834491301060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115503834491301060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115503834491301060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115503834491301060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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-11243577.post-115487098110676893</id><published>2006-08-06T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T14:40:28.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching.  Desperately.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It feels like you're searching for a path, for a way out yet nothing is in sight, just overgrown bushes, untended plants, and a whole lot of tangled weeds.  It's like you're lost in a maze, searching continually for peace and guidance to find your way out, yet all that's in front of you is a dead end.  Why run away from the person who holds the world in his hands, and will never let anything as long as he is still on the throne? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Keep on holding on, even when you're physically, mentally and spiritually tired.  The Lord is still on his throne.  Be clear of who God is, and his plans for you.  Plans to prosper and not to harm you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Perhaps this describes the turmoil that's in me.  I wonder how one human can feel so many emotions all at once, but that's one of the beauty of creation, the creation of a complex being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Singing without tongues&lt;br /&gt;Screaming without lungs&lt;br /&gt;I want more than my lonely nation&lt;br /&gt;I want more than my lonely nation&lt;br /&gt;Desperate we are young&lt;br /&gt;Seperate we are one&lt;br /&gt;I want more than my desperation&lt;br /&gt;I Want more than my lonely nation"&lt;br /&gt;-Switchfoot's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lonely Nation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11243577-115487098110676893?l=astoriakoh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/feeds/115487098110676893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11243577&amp;postID=115487098110676893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115487098110676893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11243577/posts/default/115487098110676893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astoriakoh.blogspot.com/2006/08/searching-desperately.html' title='Searching.  Desperately.'/><author><name>astO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11966251930177161884</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></feed>
