<?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-38448751</id><updated>2011-11-25T21:20:20.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(o:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tan Tam Mei</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448751.post-8047747546740545087</id><published>2007-03-24T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T06:01:00.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ttmttmttm.livejournal.com"&gt;moveddd (o;&lt;/a&gt;actually had the livejournal account for quite sometime already. Just not techie-savy enough to know how to use it. (o:My ear bleeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448751-8047747546740545087?l=ttmttmttm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/feeds/8047747546740545087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448751&amp;postID=8047747546740545087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/8047747546740545087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/8047747546740545087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/2007/03/actually-had-livejournal-account-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Tan Tam Mei</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-38448751.post-8563961045608802004</id><published>2007-03-24T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T06:00:04.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ttmttmttm.livejournal.com"&gt;movedddd&lt;/a&gt;(o: actually had the livejournal account for quite sometime already. Just not techie-savy enough to know how to use it. (o:My ear bleeds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448751-8563961045608802004?l=ttmttmttm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/feeds/8563961045608802004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448751&amp;postID=8563961045608802004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/8563961045608802004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/8563961045608802004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/2007/03/movedddd-o-actually-had-livejournal.html' title=''/><author><name>Tan Tam Mei</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-38448751.post-117164027678744584</id><published>2007-02-16T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T07:37:56.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just tore all the petals off my valentines day flower. Not because I hate the person who gave it to me -namely Sarah, but becaure my flower was dying. You see, there's this 'trick' to make your flowers last longer by putting panadol in the water your flower is soaking in, it sort of 'medicates' the flower. Don't ask me why, ask my mummy the botanist. I figured that menstrual panadol would work just as well, so I used it instead. And my flower instantaneously died.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Had reunion dinner today. I've got a feeling that my grandmother doesn't know today is the eve of the eve of chinese new year. Got a scare when I reached there. We were reaching my Grandma's house, then we saw her walking by the road side! Which was pretty scary, cause why in the world was she walking by the road side? So we stopped, it turns out she ran out of fishballs for steamboat so she wanted to go out to buy some. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Did you know that Loveletters with milk tastes really good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448751-117164027678744584?l=ttmttmttm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/feeds/117164027678744584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448751&amp;postID=117164027678744584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/117164027678744584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/117164027678744584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-tore-all-petals-off-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Tan Tam Mei</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-38448751.post-117145768112924360</id><published>2007-02-14T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T04:54:41.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be studying for math tomorrow. But I'm assuming that a supreme mircle will befall on me tomorrow and I'll just ace the test and impress the Lingster with my excellent Logarithms. And they say I need counselling. NAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I take afternoon naps everyday. Feels great!(o: Know what? Just when I started running during recesses in a bid to lose weight, chinese new year comes round the corner. I'd love to say Wa Piang right now. But it's a swear word. Guess how loser I am. I actually bought myself a flower on Valentines Day! Well. Technically Sarah bought it for me. We actually did a flower exchange, which in it's own way is quite loserish. But it's okay. Losers are special cause they make winners winners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My mum looked really happy today. She said she bought me something. It was underwear.-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448751-117145768112924360?l=ttmttmttm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/feeds/117145768112924360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448751&amp;postID=117145768112924360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/117145768112924360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/117145768112924360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-supposed-to-be-studying-for-math.html' title=''/><author><name>Tan Tam Mei</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-38448751.post-117068913876027069</id><published>2007-02-05T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T07:25:38.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pretty excited. Sendspace is finally working for me!(o: Hello again downloading illegal music.(o: Technically it's not illegal. (o: I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I think I have many Mr Ling jokes everyday. I think today was the funniest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Me: Mr Ling! You cut your hair!&lt;br /&gt;  Mr Ling: *pauses for a moment* No. The hair stylist cut my hair. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Haha. It was really funny. Cause he rarely makes 'jokes' and smiles. Jane went into a frenzy when she saw him smile, haha. The math bot learns new emotion everyday. Last week it was to smile. And today it was humor. (o: aha. My fingers are freezing as I'm typing. It's so cold, that when I put my hand on my head, my head actually feels cold. Wait. That's supposed to happen right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Great. Sendspace just died on me. )o; So much for free music. boo. It's sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I talk too much to my seat partner Julia. So now I'm cast away to sit next to Jane, with Zhang Hui sitting in the middle of Julia and I. I'm going to miss Julia's auntiness during class. And now I've got no one to hide behind when I want to sleep. poo. I sit next to Jane. (o: Which is quite fun too. Cause she laughes at everything I say. Which makes me feel useful. Cause I make her happy.(o: Nevermind the fact that I asked her what was 7 to the power of 1, and she started laughing at me. It's okay. Laughing keeps morale high. And she's good in math, so my math should start improving soon with some copying sessions with her.(o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I froze. So can't type anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448751-117068913876027069?l=ttmttmttm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/feeds/117068913876027069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448751&amp;postID=117068913876027069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/117068913876027069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/117068913876027069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-pretty-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Tan Tam Mei</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-38448751.post-117033648667996398</id><published>2007-02-01T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T05:28:07.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just remembered the stupidest things while I was feeling kinda blue earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Math&lt;br /&gt;  Astrid: Mr Ling, how do you do this question?&lt;br /&gt;  Mr Ling: Experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mr Ling: Can anyone tell me the answer to this question?&lt;br /&gt;  Class starts giving many answers.&lt;br /&gt;  Mr Ling: By the way. There is no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Another Mr Ling one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sarah and I: Hi Mr Ling! *Smile brightly*&lt;br /&gt;  Mr Ling: *stops walking and smiles* Hello girls. I see you are making up for lost time?&lt;br /&gt;  Us: HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Someone: AH! Look a dragonflyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;  Sarah: Julia! I think it's on your bag... wait...&lt;br /&gt;  Julia: *looks stunned*&lt;br /&gt;  Sarah: I think you sat on it.&lt;br /&gt;  True enough. There was a flattened dragonfly on Julia's seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Me: Aye, look! 40 cents on the table, I don't think it belogns to anybody.&lt;br /&gt;  Julia: I want! *grabs to money and goes to buy pineapples*&lt;br /&gt;  Me: er. That was fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Minutes later...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Sarah: Aye! Look 10 cents!&lt;br /&gt;  Julia: Where??? *picks it up* I'm 10 cents richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Someone: Mr Tay! My cheek cell slide is done&lt;br /&gt;  Mr Tay: *Looks into microscope* Aiyah! That's not a cheek cell, that's a piece of food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well. I always steal stuff from the bio lab. Stolen goods 26 items and counting, 18 pieces of filter paper, 5 slides, 3 slide covers, and I use plenty of water to wash my hands and face during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Today I laughed till Satay beehoon sauce came out my nose. (o: Everytime Ms Tan mentions the Tammy video, she gives me this weird look. )o:&lt; I had nothing to do with thattt. I think I'm going mad. Logarithms are making me sleepy. And the only examples Mr Ling can come up with are apples and oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  'Girls. You can use simultanous equations in every day life. Like when your mother goes to the market and buys 10 oranges and an unknown number of apples. And next day she goes back and buys 5 apples and an unknown number of oranges. She spens the same amount of money each day. Then she asks 'Girl. How much is one apple?' You can use simultanous equations to figure it out.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I call that siao. My mother won't even buy the apples and oranges if she didn't know how much they cost. And why can't we just count the number or appleas and oranges. Or even better, ask the shop keeper?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448751-117033648667996398?l=ttmttmttm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/feeds/117033648667996398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448751&amp;postID=117033648667996398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/117033648667996398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/117033648667996398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-remembered-stupidest-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Tan Tam Mei</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448751.post-116999671934601809</id><published>2007-01-28T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T07:05:19.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nobody knows who the true Tan Tam Mei is. Only me is know. Cause me is her. Who is Tan Tam Mei. Me. Not you. Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  How I wished I knew more Emo songs like Sarah, so I can write provocative introductions for silly compos like her. Instead of starting with things like &lt;em&gt;In the world, there are many countries, but my favourite country in Singapore, In Singapore, there are many places, but my favourite place is Yio Chu Kang, In Yio Chu Kang there are many Roads, but my favourite road is Seletar Road, Along Yio Chu Kang there are many houses, but my favourite house is 7 Nim Crescent. And because 7 Nim Crescent is in my favourite country, place, and road, it is thus my favourite place. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My future for a career in writing looks dark and gloomy. Dark and gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I'm quite happy.(o: I bought a doggie vending machine thingy, like the miniture version of real toy vending machines. But I lost a ball ball in the back seat of somebody's car. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Some stuff has been bothering me alot. But I can't tell anybody. It'll spoil everything. And it'll spoil me too. But it feels irritating bottling it up, cause it's all I can think about, and it never goes away long enough for me to feel happy. I'm quite scared that I'll do something silly that will make everyone not like me, cause as much as I would like to hope, it's obvious that I'm not that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I like alcohol ice cream. badddddd. I shouldn't be taking alcohol. But it's nice.(o: And I don't even drive, so no harm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I em mat nat   tan tam me I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448751-116999671934601809?l=ttmttmttm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/feeds/116999671934601809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448751&amp;postID=116999671934601809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/116999671934601809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/116999671934601809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/2007/01/nobody-knows-who-true-tan-tam-mei-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Tan Tam Mei</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-38448751.post-116939060038031308</id><published>2007-01-21T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T06:43:20.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired my eyes twitch on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I got absolutely pissed at nothing at all. Liz knows. But to everyone else, it's really nothing. I'll get over it. I just hope the situation improves. Though I actually doubt that. oh man. I'm not being a good christian. )o: I must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I still haven't quite lived through a whole week of schoo yet, cause the first week was just 3 days, and last week I was sick on monday, so only had 4 days. So from tomorrow onwards I shall try to get a full attendence record.(o: Like I did in Primary school. But I bet my teacher was really sian of my face like the 'aiyah... you again arh???' kinda look. Cause I went to school all 280 something days.(o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I got 3 free taxi rides this week. (o: Actually it's these 2 days. Yesterday night, this morning, and this afternoon.(o: Great right? And I didn't even have to walk much cause the taxi driver sent me right to my doorstep. (Apart from walking to the lift and taking it and then walk that 3 metres to my house, technically it is my doorstep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I think I'm quite smart actually. Cause I realise that alot of things that people say and alot of scenarios that they give, I've actually thought of them a few times before, and worked them out.(o: Or to burst my own bubble, it may just be a coincidence. drat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I have realised many things. That there are some people who are there for you only when someone else isn't there. It hurts pretty much, but I can't really change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Me have just realised that I start all my paragraphs with an 'I', so I'm starting this paragraph with a 'Me'. Hopefully it sounds better than selfish ol' 'I'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  paopaocha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448751-116939060038031308?l=ttmttmttm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/feeds/116939060038031308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448751&amp;postID=116939060038031308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/116939060038031308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/116939060038031308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-so-tired-my-eyes-twitch-on-their.html' title=''/><author><name>Tan Tam Mei</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38448751.post-116895768742225651</id><published>2007-01-16T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T06:28:07.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whew. 2 hours of maths burts my butt. I managed to squeeze out some Chemistry pointers from my Maths tutor, so maybe the $60 is worth it after all.(o: Before tuition I understood 2.4% of chemistry. Now I understand 5% of chemistry. whoopeee. My teacher just doubled my knowledge!(o:&lt;br /&gt;  (o:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448751-116895768742225651?l=ttmttmttm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/feeds/116895768742225651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448751&amp;postID=116895768742225651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/116895768742225651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/116895768742225651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/2007/01/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Tan Tam Mei</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-38448751.post-116886762639652092</id><published>2007-01-15T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T05:27:06.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's only been the first week of school and I'm already behind on homework. That's really bad. I think I should stop counting the days till this year ends, right now I've got a bout 270 days of school left. That's alot. It's demoralising me. So I shall pretend that school ends in only 7 days. Pretend. Pretend. It's been a tiring week, many things to do and many places to go. My mum has been complaining alot about me, to alot of people. It seems alot of the church mummys have been 'attacked' by her. When is my Crumpler backpack going to arrive??? I desperately want to see it. And feel it. And smell it. And taste it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448751-116886762639652092?l=ttmttmttm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/feeds/116886762639652092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448751&amp;postID=116886762639652092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/116886762639652092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/116886762639652092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-only-been-first-week-of-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Tan Tam Mei</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-38448751.post-116792700427781287</id><published>2007-01-04T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:10:04.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I keep looking at the golden VISA card on the table and I really really want to buy something with it. Actually the correct term would be 'I really really want to buy something else with it'. Cause I already used it to bid for some pretty bag on ebay. I hope I win the bid. Goodness. Auctions are sooo exciting(o: Since I have the shiny golden VISA card, I can go get my red Ipod nano, and that digital camera, and that pretty shirt I've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  OK. RESIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I really don't like school. The first thing I want to do when I reach school is to go home. And the only reason I go to school, is so that I can go home. And the first thing I say in school is 'I want to go home'. I sound really depressed. Well. I'm not. I'm pretty happy. As long as I win the bid on ebay that is. (o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I've decided. If I buy anything special, I shan't tell anyone. I shall just 'tadah'! and surprise them with my special thing. Because if I tell them about my special thing, they may go buy it behind my back while I'm still saving money for it and 'tadah'! me. But the 'tadah'! won't be such a surprise anymore- to me that is. oh well. I bet you don't know what 'tadah'! is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Up your ziggy with a wa-wa brush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I don't know what that means. But is sounds like something to end off with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38448751-116792700427781287?l=ttmttmttm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/feeds/116792700427781287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38448751&amp;postID=116792700427781287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/116792700427781287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38448751/posts/default/116792700427781287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ttmttmttm.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-keep-looking-at-golden-visa-card-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Tan Tam Mei</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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
