<?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-6287159</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:57:28.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The IvoRy ToWers @ LAGRANGE point</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the mind of a weirdo...not a blog that narrates everyday life, but a panorama to my world of imagination, drama, parody, comedy and philosophy. I am not a strawberry short cake but an insignificant plain bread. You may disagree with my point of view and not interested in my writtings at all. But I don't care, it's the way I want.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-108411486678860942</id><published>2004-05-09T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T23:05:37.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shifted</title><summary type='text'>My webbie is shifted to http://www.livejournal.com/users/piggypeugeot/pls take note ar!!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108411486678860942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108411486678860942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108411486678860942' title='Shifted'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-108325045696255325</id><published>2004-04-29T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T23:03:21.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE's a woman, SHE's a man</title><summary type='text'>Man and Woman are god’s two greatest creations. Meant to be together and balance out one another. One is physical strong, insensitive and prefer what they see rather than what they feel. Whereas another one is mentally strong, sensitive, follow what they feel than what they see. Just like two reactants, perhaps they can only combine to form a miracle called LOVE, and no room for other compounds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108325045696255325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108325045696255325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108325045696255325' title='HE&apos;s a woman, SHE&apos;s a man'/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-108256717504330472</id><published>2004-04-22T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T01:10:21.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Small Thoughts of the dayPublishing of columns will be delayed as i will be meditating for a week...So many things to do and think... wonder will I get balding..touchwood*at least one good news to me this week, my germany trip will be at july rather than next week...this is gonna be a significant point in my life, as it marks my first stop around the world not in 80 days but in my whole life. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108256717504330472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108256717504330472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108256717504330472' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-108169354850712633</id><published>2004-04-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T22:30:41.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dream CatcherMankind is great because they dream. Men need dreams to live on, to strive on and to progress on. Centuries ago, Men were once filled with all kind of dreams, willing to dare, willing to sacrifice. Therefore, we had the Wright Brothers whose dream was to fly, Gandhi whose dream was to make India independent, and Sun Yat-Sen, whose dream was to create Republic of China.They brought</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108169354850712633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108169354850712633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169354850712633' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-108153175143075445</id><published>2004-04-10T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T01:33:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My ideas and writtings are in inconsistent flow. So to play safe and prevent my ideas from being dry up too fast. The blog will be updated weekly. Here are the upcoming issues you can look forward to:11/4 - Dream Catcher18/4 - Oh no! There's a white tiger in my class!25/4 - The Shaolin Polar Bears2/5 - I hate Male Chauvinist9/5 - Guys - the Luxury goods, the Normal goods and the Inferior </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108153175143075445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108153175143075445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108153175143075445' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-108117643295127668</id><published>2004-04-05T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T22:50:56.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pampered with Pampers (Part III)Some of you may think that it is not nice for me to write about her shortcomings on the blogs and publicizes to everyone. Yes, I am very mean, but I would like to share this valuable experience and lesson to everybody. For me, I learnt a lot of things on her. She dug out many of my achilles’ heels. I never realized how serious a small character flaw can be if I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108117643295127668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108117643295127668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108117643295127668' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-108117603594283151</id><published>2004-04-05T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T22:44:19.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pampered with Pampers (Part II)Written in a semi PLAY Script Style, the idea was adapted from my secondary school literature book.Main roles: Bubble as the pampered girl                   Chels as me                   Tuat as my male colleague                   Tortoise as my female colleague and ex-roomie of bubbleOpening scene: On the 6th floor staircase of a building. Bubble was crying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108117603594283151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108117603594283151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108117603594283151' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-108057653235813223</id><published>2004-03-30T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T00:12:27.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pampered with Pampers (I)Being the youngest in the family, I know I am the most pampered one. Yet I am glad to know that I am not so pampered after all as compared to most youngsters today. Thanks to my childhood living environment. Luckily, there was no silver spoon in my mouth when I was born. I once told my friend that men cannot be too rich (esp. children), because they will forget the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108057653235813223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108057653235813223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108057653235813223' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-108057644027989053</id><published>2004-03-30T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T00:10:54.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grasshoppers!!!!I finally bought their classic hits last week, after considering for a few weeks. I don’t like boy bands but they are exception. I grew up with their songs. Dancing, singing and composing are definitely not a problem to them. Despite their not so good looking appearance and not so young age, they really won my picky listening ears with their capability in music making and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108057644027989053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/108057644027989053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108057644027989053' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-107860115126875408</id><published>2004-03-07T03:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T03:28:54.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My immortalWhenever I heard of this song, bitter feeling will start chipping away my heart. Perhaps because of its tunes and lyrics, saying about someone close to you has left you. True indeed, the greatest sorrow is the sudden departure of someone who is always close to you. Without a word, without a farewell, they take away nothing but leave behind memories and pain. Tears fills the eyes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107860115126875408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107860115126875408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107860115126875408' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-107859003114649198</id><published>2004-03-07T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T00:23:34.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ice-creamMy friend mentioned that my blogs are not interesting.. cos i didn't write about myself.. and most of them are general stuffs. Okie.. i shall talk a little bit about myself this time.. but what to say about myself? Been living for nearly 22 years, i still don't understand myself. Jus when people think that they are getting smarter and smarter, i am feeling more and more stupid day by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107859003114649198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107859003114649198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107859003114649198' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-107815626842386625</id><published>2004-03-01T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T23:54:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My RuNninG ShoEsI started running at the age of 14, but I am not a great runner. I consider myself as a lazy runner. Only start to pick up stamina when I have running competitions. So most of the time, I will laze around and not doing anything. My SHOES will do the same way as me, sleeping comfortably on the shelves and letting troops of moulds intruding them. However, there are three pairs of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107815626842386625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107815626842386625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107815626842386625' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-107669090670765948</id><published>2004-02-13T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T00:58:08.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clowns...nuts and the naivesIf u check ard, the hottest topic among the young people will be none other than the very distinguish-looking 20 yr-old (god! he's younger than me!) man, WILLIAM HUNG!! He is really hot now, though he did not get through the first round, he BANGED his way louder than any other American Idols Winners!"I love music, i want to make music my living..." a simple dream he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107669090670765948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107669090670765948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107669090670765948' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-107436379980735998</id><published>2004-01-18T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T02:28:33.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sounds Of CoLoRs!!!! La musica de color^^Been waiting of the soundtrack for a long long time since the day I had watch the movie.A fairy tale movie with beautiful soundtracks... indeed the whole soundtrack album is filled with sounds of color. It's kinda rare for a mandarin movie to have soundtrack, cos' most of the asian movie makers don't really use MUSIC to make their movies stand out. Some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107436379980735998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107436379980735998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107436379980735998' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-107409465969525746</id><published>2004-01-14T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T23:44:20.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RaInIt is always nice to see water droplets falling from the sky to the earth. Just like pieces of slim white, clear crystals dropping from the sky which penetrate through the ground, concrete, trees and ourselves. Some don't like it at all, and always end up cursing the RaIN.To me, RaIn is always a blessing to the living things on earth. Its tasks don't just confine to support lives ,but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107409465969525746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107409465969525746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107409465969525746' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-107393190792660194</id><published>2004-01-13T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T02:25:28.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MARRIAGEMarriage... is it a stage that everyone must experience to make oneself more complete? Some don't think it's important anymore, as long as happiness is always by the side, there's no need for MARRIAGE to come in.I am one of them. I rather have a boyfriend than a husband.Just talked to my mama, realised that she was quite disappointed with all of us when MARRIAGE came to visit her mind</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107393190792660194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107393190792660194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107393190792660194' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6287159.post-107340870522969513</id><published>2004-01-07T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T01:05:24.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chinese new year is always a day I anticipate, with a lot of clearing tasks to accomplish. My mum always says the same to me during this time,:"Throw all the rubbish and things which are not useful away. Throw away, don't let them stack up and occupy space in the room!" This year, I did throw away lotsa things, probably i am trying to find some space in my study room so that i can buy a big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107340870522969513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6287159/posts/default/107340870522969513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piggypeugeot.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107340870522969513' title=''/><author><name>Chelsea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447137324536703562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
