<?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-5803074</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:01:57.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seeking for solitude</title><subtitle type='html'>Life sux</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>railroad</name><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>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803074.post-113535509295655068</id><published>2005-12-24T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:24:52.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://handwriting.feedbucket.com/"&gt;%20src="</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/113535509295655068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=113535509295655068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/113535509295655068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/113535509295655068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/12/hrefimg20src.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-113370048215337732</id><published>2005-12-04T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T20:48:02.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boy, what a night it was. The mindless chats over coffee, trying out of the various assortments of products at Bodyshop, the late night roaming around city hall in a search for an atm machine as well as the weird roadblock that was instilled to facilitate a marathon competition. It has been a long time since i hit the sack on a beautiful sunday morning.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/113370048215337732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=113370048215337732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/113370048215337732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/113370048215337732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/12/boy-what-night-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-113145291792699968</id><published>2005-11-08T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T20:37:04.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I shall just spew randomly for this entry. Readers of my blog will realise that i do not blog very regularly.Sometimes, I realize that i often demand too much to come out of friendship. Perhaps I tend to exceed the threshold that this thing can withstand. But to justify this, I admit that I have high expectations because i trust in this special bonding that is unique to the homosepians, besides </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/113145291792699968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=113145291792699968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/113145291792699968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/113145291792699968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-shall-just-spew-randomly-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-112570122990570618</id><published>2005-09-03T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T06:56:01.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All of a sudden, I found myself overwhelmed by a bout of nostalgia. As my last few papers are approaching, this will soon mark the end of my tertiary education. Though this may sound cheesy and corny, time really flies, literally.Just over a span of three years, I have learnt to mature a great deal. No longer do I see grades solely as the prerequisite for an all-rounded education. Project works, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/112570122990570618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=112570122990570618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/112570122990570618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/112570122990570618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/09/all-of-sudden-i-found-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-112324523539375365</id><published>2005-08-05T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T20:33:55.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A pretty accurate test i must sayhttp://quizbox.com/personality/Get to know yourself betterYour view on yourself: You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/112324523539375365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=112324523539375365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/112324523539375365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/112324523539375365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/08/pretty-accurate-test-i-must-say.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-111663124144811243</id><published>2005-05-21T07:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T07:29:00.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, I really find it hard to fathom the mentality of some people. It's evident in the way they write their entries in their blog. They will blog about what they have carried out for the day or to list down people they met up with. There's nothing perfectly wrong with writing about that. But it's mundane to be talking about activities without substance. It's just like having cakes without </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/111663124144811243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=111663124144811243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111663124144811243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111663124144811243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/05/sometimes-i-really-find-it-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-111641125547388881</id><published>2005-05-18T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T18:17:14.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The stakes are high as American Idol is coming to an end on 24th May 2006. Remain standing are Vonzell Solomon, the soul sensation, Carrie Underwood, the country-pop singer as well as the last man standing, Bo Bice, a true blue rock and roll artiste in its own right.Even though my personal favorite is Vonzell, there's a high chances that both the forerunners, Bo and Carrie, will advance and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/111641125547388881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=111641125547388881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111641125547388881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111641125547388881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/05/stakes-are-high-as-american-idol-is.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-111521690380790736</id><published>2005-05-04T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T22:34:03.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ENFP - The ChampionYou scored 72% I to E, 36% N to S, 14% F to T, and 65% J to P! Your type is known as the Champion type, which is part of the larger group called idealists. Nothing occurs that does not have some deep and ethical significance in your eyes. You see life as an exciting drama. You are very charismatic, yet tend to be too harsh on yourself for not being as genuine as you think you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/111521690380790736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=111521690380790736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111521690380790736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111521690380790736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/05/enfp-champion-you-scored-72-i-to-e-36.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-111418029493784112</id><published>2005-04-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T22:31:34.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AftermathIn retrospect, the trip to Taiwan has been an enjoyable one. It has been a lovely and wonderful experience. I am not regretting a single bit of it.I am pretty amazed at the measures the Taiwanese government has implemented, for the good of the elderly citizens. Elevators are placed at strategic locations to facilitate and ease the movement of old people from one place to another. Take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/111418029493784112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=111418029493784112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111418029493784112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111418029493784112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/04/aftermath-in-retrospect-tr_111418029493784112.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-111330328557109264</id><published>2005-04-12T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T18:54:45.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wheee! I'm heading to Taiwan in 3 days (known as the cheena-celeb haven by someone). Hahas. And don’t get me wrong. No. I'm not gonna take part in campaign against China's anti-secession laws. There's so many things I’m gonna miss during the one-week vacation. This includes TV programmes like Desperate housewives and American Idol as well as late night msn chats. Hope that I would enjoy myself. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/111330328557109264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=111330328557109264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111330328557109264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111330328557109264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/04/wheee-im-heading-to-taiwan-in-3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-111286027532147255</id><published>2005-04-07T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T15:52:36.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Travesty! How could it be possible that the smooth R &amp; B crooner get booted out of the show, leaving Scott safe! I'm not saying that there's no saving grace for Scott performances so far. But in comparison, Nikko was clearly the superior one. He’s technically better, smooth and enticing performances week after week. Whereas for Scott, heh. He's unexciting, ordinary (Simon commented that) and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/111286027532147255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=111286027532147255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111286027532147255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111286027532147255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/04/travesty-how-could-it-be-possible-that.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-111156891865489430</id><published>2005-03-23T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:21:20.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love will lead you back. I have come to a conclusion. Either this is an extremely hard song to sing or it's jinxed. Jeassea Thydor sang it and was sent home promptly that week. This week, Mikalah sang it and was lambasted. Hope that she can make it through. *fingers crossedFish?? Which Creature Of The Sea Are You??brought to you by</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/111156891865489430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=111156891865489430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111156891865489430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111156891865489430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-will-lead-you-back_23.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-111115335232129079</id><published>2005-03-18T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:43:49.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cocktail?? Which Alcoholic Drink Are You ??brought to you by Current tunes: Joss Stone Super duper love                           ( can someone send me the mp3 for this song! hahas)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/111115335232129079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=111115335232129079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111115335232129079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/111115335232129079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/03/cocktail-which-alcoholic-drink-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110898389679522752</id><published>2005-02-21T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T19:04:56.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I give SHALL WE DANCE 5 popcorns! Hahas! It rawks IMAO(FYI, it stands for in my arrogant opinion).The plot is pretty predictable. A man found a new interest in ball room dancing, a turning point in his otherwise boring and mundane life.Richard Gere still looks charming despite his age. But the real star of the show gotta be J Lo. She definitely rawks. Drop-dead gorgeous. She seemed like any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110898389679522752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110898389679522752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110898389679522752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110898389679522752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-give-shall-we-dance-5-popcorns-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110815053677080434</id><published>2005-02-12T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T03:35:36.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which of the Lords of Rainbow do you serve?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110815053677080434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110815053677080434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110815053677080434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110815053677080434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/02/which-of-lords-of-rainbow-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110779048576744098</id><published>2005-02-07T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T23:34:45.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick of putting on a false front and be pretentious in front of people! Argh! Why cant we be allowed to express our feelings freely and not be afraid of getting the backlash.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110779048576744098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110779048576744098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110779048576744098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110779048576744098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-sick-of-putting-on-false-front-and.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110748510666486950</id><published>2005-02-04T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T10:45:06.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don feel like blogging anymore. At least not now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110748510666486950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110748510666486950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110748510666486950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110748510666486950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/02/don-feel-like-blogging-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110667400468115059</id><published>2005-01-26T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T01:26:44.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't seem to breathe easy these days. Especially with the projects that i have on hand. It's just not easy for me to spend time searching for relevant resources. I just cant seem to sit still and do my part. But i don wish to burden my group members by being a free rider. Time to get a reality check.Another thing is that I don't like to socialise anymore. I suppose the real problem still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110667400468115059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110667400468115059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110667400468115059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110667400468115059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-cant-seem-to-breathe-easy-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110656829737454220</id><published>2005-01-24T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:04:57.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate getting caught in a traffic jam! Now i can fully empathise with the government for implementing COE. If not, the situation might worsen. Term break started but doesnt seem a break for me. But who cares. I'll make time for myself. Hahas!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110656829737454220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110656829737454220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110656829737454220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110656829737454220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-hate-getting-caught-in-traffic-jam.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110605884286173739</id><published>2005-01-18T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:34:02.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Idols coming  to our screen in exactly two days. Whee. I'm really looking forward to this. Especially after knowing that the format would be changed for this year show. Unlike the past, the top 24, which consists of 12 guys and 12 girls, would compete different platforms. On monday, the guys would compete. And we would actually get to see the elimination of two guys each week. Down to the final 6</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110605884286173739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110605884286173739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110605884286173739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110605884286173739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/01/idols-coming-to-our-screen-in-exactly.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110528876374711139</id><published>2005-01-10T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T00:39:23.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just when i was living with the hope of surviving in a project-less course, something has to dash my hopes. Now i'm bombarded with 3 projects and still counting. And unlike my other pals in other course who have projects constantly, at least their timetables are more 'forgiving'. On top of my 8-6 timetable, i still have projects. Well, what can i say. Besides lamenting my fate of being in this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110528876374711139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110528876374711139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110528876374711139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110528876374711139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-when-i-was-living-with-hope-of.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110459040723077831</id><published>2005-01-01T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T00:42:37.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bid farewell to 2004 and a huge shoutout to the year 20052004It has been one hell of a year. 2004 marked the crowning of Fantasia as the third American Idol as well as the crowning of our very first Singapore idol, Taufik Batisah. I'm indeed privileged to be involved in the production of Singapore idol. Alas, i had been helping out during the auditions and acquainted with a cool bunch of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110459040723077831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110459040723077831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110459040723077831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110459040723077831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2005/01/bid-farewell-to-2004-and-huge-shoutout.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110280328073571246</id><published>2004-12-12T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T06:14:40.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watching the encore of the final showdown of Singapore Idol brings back all the wonderful memories i had. From the days of the audition(in which i help out as a crew) to the spectacular and then to the crowning of our idols. It's definitely one helluva ride for me; Happening crews i had acquainted with. Boisterious laughter which would rock the whole room while viewing the audition tapes. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110280328073571246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110280328073571246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110280328073571246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110280328073571246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/12/watching-encore-of-final-showdown-of.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110228351994600421</id><published>2004-12-06T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T18:32:48.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I DreamIn my mindI can climb all the mountains that surround meMy spirit's there where eagles dare to flyIn my heart there’s a spark that can light the world around meAn open door where I am sure dreams areDoesn’t matter if I winOr the colour of my skinCoz the race is all about believing in yourselfAnd I dream I can run like the wind and be strongWhen my heart just wants to give inI</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110228351994600421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110228351994600421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110228351994600421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110228351994600421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-dream-in-my-mind-i-can-climb-all.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110197239963639887</id><published>2004-12-02T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T15:26:39.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's welcome our very own first singapore idol. Taufik Batisah! He truly deserves the throne and the honor that comes with it. Oh ya! I lurve the composed song for the SI winner. I dream. It's a slow power ballad that is both soothing and yet poignant. A masterpiece. Cut above the rest. Come to think of it. It's beats the song penned for the American Idol winner, I believe. WheeeThe energy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110197239963639887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110197239963639887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110197239963639887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110197239963639887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/12/lets-welcome-our-very-own-first.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110171547756877590</id><published>2004-11-29T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T16:04:37.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Idols final showdown in 2 days time. Excited? Yeap! Maybe not cos i've a hunch that sly would win. Thanks to his hormone-raging teenage girls/chinese boyband fanatics/fans of bubblegum pop. Well, hope for the best. May the best talent(read taufiq) win this race and do us proud for world idol!PS: Fingers cross for now. Yikes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110171547756877590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110171547756877590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110171547756877590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110171547756877590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/11/idols-final-showdown-in-2-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110084782542789493</id><published>2004-11-19T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T16:23:39.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway LyricsGrew up in a small townAnd when the rain would fall downI just stared out my windowDreaming of a could-beAnd if I'd end up happyI would pray (I would pray)Trying not to reach outBut when I'd try to speak outFelt like no one could hear meWanted to belong hereBut something felt so wrong hereSo I pray (I would pray)I could breakaway[Chorus:]I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110084782542789493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110084782542789493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110084782542789493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110084782542789493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/11/kelly-clarkson-breakaway-lyrics-grew.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-110063253949002004</id><published>2004-11-17T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T03:15:39.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I loathe this feeling. It's coming back again, haunting me like the past. I needa break away.It's such a hassle to shop for presents especially when one doesnt want to appear too cheapskate. On the contrary, they don fancy spending a bomb on it. Well, it's up to individual discretion. One can often expect to hear cheesy comments like 'Oh, it's the thoughts that counts'. When deep in their heart</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/110063253949002004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=110063253949002004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110063253949002004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/110063253949002004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-loathe-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109923936677807056</id><published>2004-11-01T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T00:16:06.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cellular is a must-watch! I would give my thumbs up! 5 popcorns(that's how they rate movies over at perfect 10). Initially, we(yatt, mandy and i) had our reservation abt this film since it's still a B-grade film(read actors unheard of) after all. But well, after much consideration, we settled on that show still. Thanks to my insistence on that show. I'm intrigued by the plot. It's amazing how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109923936677807056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109923936677807056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109923936677807056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109923936677807056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/11/cellular-is-must-watch-i-would-give-my.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109909038950155171</id><published>2004-10-30T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T06:53:09.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm lurving it. I simply lurve this track to bits. Left outside alone by Anastasia. Infectious chorus backed up by her powerful, husky, unique vocals. Simple refreshing from all those saccharine-coated tracks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109909038950155171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109909038950155171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109909038950155171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109909038950155171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-lurving-it.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109874848364640912</id><published>2004-10-26T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T07:54:43.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know i havent been blogging often. Simply dont get the urge to compel me to blog often. Oh well, i better blog now. Otherwise this would be deemed as a dead blog. Soon. AhahhasSatCaught my late-nite movie with yatt and xt. Since there's not really much of a choice there, we went ahead and bought tixs for THE GRUDGE. Oh well. One word of advice here. If u have caught the original jap horror </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109874848364640912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109874848364640912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109874848364640912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109874848364640912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-know-i-havent-been-blogging-often.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109811939390396748</id><published>2004-10-19T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T01:09:53.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After watching the finale of friends, the thought of having real friends(like what they have in FRIENDS) kept reverberating at the back of my mind.  How i wish i can have friends like them; stay in the same abode; share joy and laugher; bitch about the hard day at work or love lives. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109811939390396748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109811939390396748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109811939390396748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109811939390396748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/after-watching-finale-of-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109796012173985437</id><published>2004-10-17T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T04:55:21.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swear that i was laughing my ass off while watching White Chicks. It's damn hilarious. Of course, entertaining in its own arena. It's a must-watch. So ppl who has yet to catch it. Hurry! Before it's too late. Wheee!Really enjoyed the company of xt and yatts. Can really bitch about anything under the sun for the whole day. Strangely, though we seemed to chat like for eternity, it's only an hr.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109796012173985437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109796012173985437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109796012173985437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109796012173985437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-swear-that-i-was-laughing-my-ass-off.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109786509263875727</id><published>2004-10-16T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T02:31:32.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My heart nearly skipped a beat when i heard than Leandra was in the bottom 2. Along with Jerry. But my effort did pay off in the end. This was the first time i ever voted for an idol and this, to a certain extent, helped to keep her in the competition. Bye jerry! Rejoice! My nightmare will never come true. Phew! Went to catch Ouija Board with feez and fadz. That show was well..uninspiring. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109786509263875727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109786509263875727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109786509263875727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109786509263875727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-heart-nearly-skipped-beat-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109781178969114259</id><published>2004-10-15T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T11:43:09.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been feeling so bored lately. This cant carry on. I needa get a job and this will help me pass time faster. Hopefully. *grinzYesterday, the spectacular show was disappointing. It's worse than rock n roll. Bad dressing(read Olinda. SHe looks like she juz came out from a nightclub) and bad singing(even leandra was not sparred :( )Judging by this standard, i have my doubts as to how far we could</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109781178969114259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109781178969114259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109781178969114259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109781178969114259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/been-feeling-so-bored-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109749629908933935</id><published>2004-10-11T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T20:09:07.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Library@Esplanade is too good to be true. I don mind spending hours over there. This kinda feeling is beyond words. Description just don do justice to it. I think i'm exaggerating a bit.  Pardon me!I simply adore sunset. That warm, inviting sun rays that fall onto ur skin. Fab! On top of that,  i have all the privilege of having the breeze blowing directly at my face. It's just so therapeutic. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109749629908933935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109749629908933935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109749629908933935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109749629908933935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/libraryesplanade-is-too-good-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109749607860874293</id><published>2004-10-11T20:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T20:01:18.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>view 2</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109749607860874293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109749607860874293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109749607860874293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109749607860874293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/view-2.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109749606050582219</id><published>2004-10-11T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T20:01:00.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>view of the sunset @ esplanade</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109749606050582219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109749606050582219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109749606050582219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109749606050582219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/view-of-sunset-esplanade.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109749601093562880</id><published>2004-10-11T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T20:00:10.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>esplanade as the backdrop! =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109749601093562880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109749601093562880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109749601093562880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109749601093562880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/esplanade-as-backdrop.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109749598544350078</id><published>2004-10-11T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T19:59:45.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sunset view!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109749598544350078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109749598544350078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109749598544350078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109749598544350078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/sunset-view.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109743159120924162</id><published>2004-10-11T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T02:06:31.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now i can truly understand the pain and agony of an organiser.When u have painstakingly organised an event, it would eventually end up in two ways.  One is that the event will go on smoothly, full attendance and wot-so-ever. A successful in a nutshell. OR it can end up with the people who are MIA(read missing in action) or the event simply get postponed till an unknown time. . This sickens me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109743159120924162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109743159120924162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109743159120924162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109743159120924162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/now-i-can-truly-understand-pain-and.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109742065753391711</id><published>2004-10-10T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T23:04:17.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The holiday is here. But i'm not really anticipating or holding high hopes for anything. Don ask me why.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109742065753391711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109742065753391711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109742065753391711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109742065753391711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/holiday-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109739968009908890</id><published>2004-10-10T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T17:14:40.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109739968009908890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109739968009908890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109739968009908890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109739968009908890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109715582398581114</id><published>2004-10-07T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T21:30:23.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonite's idols rawks. Rock n Roll! Initially, i had my apprehension of the finalists taking on classic tunes. But they proved me wrong. It was fab!I'm starting to get sick of David. He's such a camera-hogger. Wipe off that goofy grin pls! It's getting irksome.Daphne has always been one of my fav idol-ites. A radical change from her usual wholesome cute image. You go girl! A crazy little thing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109715582398581114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109715582398581114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109715582398581114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109715582398581114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/tonites-idols-rawks.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109687263060057527</id><published>2004-10-04T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T14:51:26.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please do not advance further if u do not want ur mood to be ruined. You have been forewarned.Today marks the first exam paper that i'm gonna be taking. And it definitely did not make my day any better. In fact, it just worsen the condition, aggravating my pre-exam depression.Initially, i had pinned all my hopes on this paper. Yet reality always contradicts our dreams. My hope of getting an A</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109687263060057527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109687263060057527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109687263060057527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109687263060057527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/please-do-not-advance-furt_109687263060057527.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109671464525544608</id><published>2004-10-02T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T18:57:25.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are purple.  What a romantic person you are.You're sentimental and forward-looking (thoseare opposites.).  You're a sophisticated andrefined--with a refind taste for chocolates andwine (yum...).  Tempermental and moody, you letpeople know when you're angry.  But othertimes, you just sit and sulk.  Alone.  Whenaround people, you're a generous person, withinsatiable needs.  You're a starving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109671464525544608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109671464525544608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109671464525544608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109671464525544608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-are-purple.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109661405719682544</id><published>2004-10-01T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T15:00:57.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IDOLSYesterday, the supposedly-spectacular show featured disappointing performances by most of the idol-ites. As agreed by yatt and myself, we did not really got taken in by the phrase "parents' choice". Some of the chinese contestants' parents dont even tune in to english songs. How could it be possible for them to pick songs for their sons/daughters? It's just illusions. They might just 'ask'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109661405719682544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109661405719682544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109661405719682544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109661405719682544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/10/idols-yesterday-supposedly-spectacular.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109631107676706816</id><published>2004-09-28T03:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T03:05:19.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to sch to study today. It's the study week officially. But again, we still hafta go back to sch on tue and thu for revision lectures. Hopefully the lecturers will drop hint for the exams. *winkActually didnt really study much today. Went to snap many pics when waiting for fizoh to finish her tutorials. We went bonkas taking pics, esp someone(u should know who u are ;P). I have uploaded it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109631107676706816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109631107676706816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109631107676706816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109631107676706816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/went-to-sch-to-study-today.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109631171617760682</id><published>2004-09-28T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T03:01:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at the rooftop</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109631171617760682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109631171617760682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109631171617760682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109631171617760682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/at-rooftop.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109631165725615131</id><published>2004-09-28T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T03:00:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in the lift</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109631165725615131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109631165725615131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109631165725615131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109631165725615131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/in-lift.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109631162155697949</id><published>2004-09-28T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T03:00:21.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all 'cuddled' up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109631162155697949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109631162155697949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109631162155697949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109631162155697949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/all-cuddled-up.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109631156396069846</id><published>2004-09-28T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T02:59:23.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the magnificent foursome</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109631156396069846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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game). All thanks to that someone. It's people like him that allows me to see things in a different light. Now i can fully apprehend the situation when innocent people are cheated by these charlatans. Come to think about it. They are just sad cases. Pathetic earthling. Even by the mere action of mentioning their names, it's just eating up my precious time. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109622429267247743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109622429267247743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109622429267247743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109622429267247743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally-able-to-kick-off-sponline-game.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109621422714529083</id><published>2004-09-26T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:57:07.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm becoming increasing insecure with myself. This feeling is so intense that i can hardly breathe at times. I reckon i need to bask continuously under the care and concern of my pals. It starts to get overwhelming, especially in the middle of the night. The silence of the night almost threatened my existence. Yes, it's so vivid.Enough of my ranting. Frankly speaking,  i have yet to embark on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109621422714529083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109621422714529083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109621422714529083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109621422714529083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-becoming-increasing-insecure-with.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109621121238568671</id><published>2004-09-26T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:06:52.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mid autumn festival(betta known as lantern festival :P)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109621121238568671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109621121238568671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109621121238568671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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tree(slightly)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109621108863930890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109621108863930890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109621108863930890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109621108863930890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/lantern-no-2.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109621105703444811</id><published>2004-09-26T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:04:17.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lantern no 1</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109621105703444811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109621105703444811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109621105703444811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109621105703444811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/lantern-no-1.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109621160850527116</id><published>2004-09-26T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T23:13:28.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm becoming increasingly insecure with myself. The feeling of loneliness starts to set in whenever i'm alone. I suppose i need to bask continuously in the arms of my pals. Jus cant stand being alone. Given a choice of staying alive alone on a deserted island, i would rather juz die than to live a solitude life.Enuff of me ranting. I attribute this to my pre-exam syndrome. Even though i'm fully</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109621160850527116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109621160850527116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109621160850527116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109621160850527116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-becoming-increasingly-insecure-with.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109559861992874361</id><published>2004-09-19T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T02:17:01.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally gotten the pics.Went down to mediacorp for the wildcard show on thursday. A good deal of the 'idolites' went for the show(yatts, zan, jude, harie, nat, char, and myself). The show was great. It's a pity that we didnt get to sit nearer to the stage. (For your info, we were seated at the upper deck. The ones below are strictly reserved for the families and friends only. ) I wanted Maia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109559861992874361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109559861992874361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109559861992874361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109559861992874361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/finally-gotten-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109559700040077224</id><published>2004-09-19T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:30:00.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>us!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109559700040077224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109559700040077224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109559700040077224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109559700040077224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/us.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109559695391326058</id><published>2004-09-19T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:29:13.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>zan and yatts</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109559695391326058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109559695391326058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109559695391326058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109559695391326058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/zan-and-yatts.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109559692275614924</id><published>2004-09-19T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:28:42.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me with zan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109559692275614924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109559692275614924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109559688188472643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109559688188472643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109559688188472643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/idol-stage.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109559681976255198</id><published>2004-09-19T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:26:59.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me with one of the wildcarders(benjamin eio)</summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803074.post-109559676430138884</id><published>2004-09-19T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:26:04.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grp pic with dick lee =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109559676430138884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109559676430138884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109559676430138884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109559676430138884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/grp-pic-with-dick-lee.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109559672975455310</id><published>2004-09-19T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:25:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that singapore idol trademark logo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109559672975455310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109559672975455310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109559672975455310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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AbsolutelyOn my way to sch today, as usual, i boarded the bus. But the moment i boarded the bus till i gotten my seat, a middle-aged chinese guy kept on staring at me. I was like "Is there something wrong with my dressing/hair".. I looked perfectly normal. Maybe i'm just being too self-conscious. Nevermind. While i was seating down(the last row, coincidentally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109514659505728857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109514659505728857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109514659505728857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109514659505728857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-completely-freaked-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109500844456105050</id><published>2004-09-13T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T01:00:44.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time flies. No suprise there. In few weeks time, i'm gonna take my semestral exam. What's next. I'm going into the last sem of yr 2. It's damn fast. Suddenly i dont feel like graduating that fast. I reckon that till now, i have nt study for more than a yr in poly. Yea. It's true if u do not take those breaks into consideration. Hope that i wont have to change class next sem. Well there's only two</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109500844456105050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109500844456105050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109500844456105050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109500844456105050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109466097187424435</id><published>2004-09-09T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T00:29:31.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Very impatient and hyper!!! You want things to be done as quick as possible. At  heart, you are quite simple and love if you are the center of attraction. That  way, you people are unique. You would like to keep yourself safe from all the  angles. Shall your name be dragged or featured in any sort of a controversy, you  then go all panicky. Therefore, you take your precautions from the very  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109466097187424435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109466097187424435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109466097187424435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109466097187424435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/very-impatient-and-hyper-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109432810815243831</id><published>2004-09-05T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T04:01:48.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm satisfied. Finally. Revamped my blogskin once again(some ppl muz be yawning at this moment :P). Oh ya. I lurve this song, esp hearing it from idols. Cant hurry love. It's an uptempo love song by the fab country band, Dixie Chicks. They rawk alr. Hahaha ;)Time really flies. Especially for yr 2. Soon i will gonna take my semestral exam. In a mth time to be precise. Well then yr 2 sem 1 will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109432810815243831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109432810815243831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109432810815243831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109432810815243831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/im-satisfied.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405812132721076</id><published>2004-09-02T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:19:31.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh well, my caregroup went out for dinner after school. Apparently, in conjuction with teacher's day, we decided to have dinner with our beloved cp as well as a gathering for AB24. Yeap.On our way there, we were still wondering if we can get a seat at seoul garden cos we're not going there in groups of 4 or 5 but thirteen of us. Woot. Nearly half the class turned up for that. Kudos for that...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405812132721076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405812132721076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405812132721076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405812132721076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-well-my-caregroup-went-out-for.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405897048730859</id><published>2004-09-02T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:16:10.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>group pic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405897048730859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405897048730859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405897048730859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405897048730859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/group-pic.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405893329834941</id><published>2004-09-02T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:15:33.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>girl power </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405893329834941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405893329834941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405893329834941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405888676868773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405888676868773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/don-snatch-my-apple-looks.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405883812360871</id><published>2004-09-02T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:13:58.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don envy :P </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405883812360871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803074.post-109405877349184397</id><published>2004-09-02T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:12:53.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the Bubbly sisters </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405877349184397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405877349184397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405877349184397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405877349184397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/bubbly-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405874285863823</id><published>2004-09-02T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:12:22.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>remnants </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405874285863823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405874285863823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405874285863823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405874285863823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/remnants.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405871179311324</id><published>2004-09-02T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:11:51.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the bubbly sisters </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405871179311324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405871179311324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405871179311324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405871179311324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/bubbly-sisters_02.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405868843869810</id><published>2004-09-02T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:11:28.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my careperson..not-so-glam pose...muahahha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405868843869810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405868843869810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405868843869810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405868843869810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-careperson.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405862495341181</id><published>2004-09-02T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:10:24.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me, feez, suilala </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405862495341181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405862495341181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405862495341181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405862495341181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/me-feez-suilala.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405860683292844</id><published>2004-09-02T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:10:06.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me and suilala </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405860683292844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405860683292844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405860683292844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405860683292844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/me-and-suilala.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405856959245012</id><published>2004-09-02T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:09:29.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the sisters </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405856959245012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405856959245012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405856959245012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405856959245012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405852839989550</id><published>2004-09-02T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:08:48.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey..don damage the car </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405852839989550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405852839989550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405852839989550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405852839989550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405849189616625</id><published>2004-09-02T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:08:11.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>deep in thoughts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405849189616625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405849189616625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405849189616625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405849189616625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/deep-in-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405844735073638</id><published>2004-09-02T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:07:27.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>juanz and tf picking up their food </summary><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5803074.post-109405840764605390</id><published>2004-09-02T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:06:47.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>don caress elmo...hahah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405840764605390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405840764605390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405840764605390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405840764605390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/don-caress-elmo.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405835752202435</id><published>2004-09-02T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:05:57.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>our food for the day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405835752202435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405835752202435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405835752202435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405835752202435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/our-food-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109405831985732615</id><published>2004-09-02T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T01:05:19.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>act cute lar :P </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109405831985732615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109405831985732615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405831985732615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109405831985732615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/09/act-cute-lar-p.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109388455772700406</id><published>2004-08-31T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T00:49:17.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Bloody Valentine- All The Time In TheWorldYour theme song is mellow and spirited, perfect fora long day of relaxing. You know how to slowdown and enjoy life for what it is, withoutgetting stuck on the past or worrying about thefuture - good for you! Sometimes people may seeyou as lazy, but they'll never get the samepleasures out of life as you do.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109388455772700406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109388455772700406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109388455772700406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109388455772700406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-bloody-valentine-all-time-in.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109380001375274973</id><published>2004-08-30T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T01:20:13.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WeekendsWent back to school on a Saturday for my project. Such a spoiler. Don fancy going back to school on a sat. Imagine going to sch 6 days in a row. I could have managed to squeeze more time on sleeping. Boo..After spending roughly 4 hrs on carrying out microbial testing, it's time to hit the theatre for a weekend movie. Yeap. Finally. Havent been to a cinema for ages.Had a tough time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109380001375274973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109380001375274973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109380001375274973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109380001375274973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekends-went-back-to-school-on.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109353459181059735</id><published>2004-08-26T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T00:19:16.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feeling so drained these days. Must be cos of the cold weather. It stimulates my body to go into hibernation mode. LolWas freaking late for my pmic practical class today. Initially, i thought of flagging down a cab. But guess wot. It's damn hard to get cabs at that hr. Phew luckily the teacher didnt say anything even tho i was late like 30 mins. If he follows the book, i would have been marked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109353459181059735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109353459181059735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109353459181059735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109353459181059735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/08/feeling-so-drained-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109328071714845367</id><published>2004-08-24T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T01:14:14.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Without YouNever even thought to cryWhen I heard you say goodbyeNever said where you were goingThere's no laughter in the airOnly silence everywhereAnd so much left unspokenSince you've been goneI haven't been the sameI wish that i could seeWho's to blameWithout you, where do I belong?Without you, how can I go on?And No love but yours will ever doTell me how am i supposed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109328071714845367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109328071714845367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109328071714845367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109328071714845367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/08/without-you-never-even-thought-to-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109318739107661708</id><published>2004-08-22T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T23:09:51.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was a heart-thumping fight just now. Was glued to my google box from 6pm onwards.I couldnt believe that i would find myself watching some sports event of any sort. Perhaps it's because one of the players represented S'pore. Otherwise wont even bother to tune in at all. Especially since i'm not someone who's really into sports. I used to be involved in volleyball last time, back in primary sch</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109318739107661708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109318739107661708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109318739107661708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109318739107661708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/08/it-was-heart-thumping-fight-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109311476760819136</id><published>2004-08-22T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T03:04:09.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never refuse any advance of friendship, for if nine out of ten bring you nothing, one alone may repay you.It’s the friends you can call up at four a.m. that matter. Be courteous to all, but intimate with few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109311476760819136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109311476760819136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109311476760819136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109311476760819136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/08/never-refuse-any-advance-of-friendship.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109301905772585148</id><published>2004-08-21T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T00:29:16.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phew..those tumultuous moment are finally drawing to a close. Oh i mean my projects. Done with Organic Chem and pract lab report. Now i still have my pmic(carrying out actual practical tests) as well as the upcoming PIPC project. I'm so sick of project. Absolutely. To think that i have no project when i'm yr 1. I 'm starting to hunger for that bliss once again, knowing that it's juz wishful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109301905772585148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109301905772585148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109301905772585148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109301905772585148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/08/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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-5803074.post-109301803942771150</id><published>2004-08-21T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T00:07:19.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my dinner for the day at swensen.. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/feeds/109301803942771150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5803074&amp;postID=109301803942771150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109301803942771150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5803074/posts/default/109301803942771150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://railroad.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-dinner-for-day-at-swensen.html' title=''/><author><name>railroad</name><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>
