<?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-4419030853899685573</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:06:54.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keat Tales!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419030853899685573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mun K3eat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222188558503496069</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419030853899685573.post-3916246979136897240</id><published>2010-01-30T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T23:25:09.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/S2RPTgSs8fI/AAAAAAAAA1c/IccsBk3oKQI/s1600-h/2010+Jogathon+prizes"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/S2RPTgSs8fI/AAAAAAAAA1c/IccsBk3oKQI/s400/2010+Jogathon+prizes" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432554247020147186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419030853899685573-3916246979136897240?l=keat-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3916246979136897240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419030853899685573/posts/default/3916246979136897240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419030853899685573/posts/default/3916246979136897240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Mun K3eat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222188558503496069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/S2RPTgSs8fI/AAAAAAAAA1c/IccsBk3oKQI/s72-c/2010+Jogathon+prizes' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419030853899685573.post-7849276833395261283</id><published>2009-11-26T17:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:49:52.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of A New Beginning(part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15936_169342653251_531023251_2672126_4177648_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 449px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15936_169342653251_531023251_2672126_4177648_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;All along, they were there for me. Every time I would have a sudden breakdown, they were there. Whenever I would feel alone and depressed, all I had to do was think about them, and suddenly everything's alright. I can't imagine my life without them. They've become such a big part of my life, and I can't imagine... to live in this world without Chi Yean,Li Yan &amp;amp; Pui Teng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; I absolutely love them, and I wouldn't trade them for another set of friends. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; contented with them, and I couldn't ask for more. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt; I'm sorry if lately I've been keeping a lot of things from you guys. Doing things by myself... without even telling you guys. I'm sorry. I'm sorry if sometimes I tend to become too distant that you guys don't know what's going on with me anymore. I regret not telling you guys everything that's wrong with me, and most of all I regret being so ill-tempered around you guys, who were just there to brighten up my day. I love you guys and I promise never to be like that anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15936_169342648251_531023251_2672125_4345220_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 273px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15936_169342648251_531023251_2672125_4345220_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've known Li Yan since form 1 but back then we were very distant. She didn't really think of me as a friend but more of like a "chee cheong kai" sitting nxt to her. As a result she always stayed away from me :( I mean, during form 1 I didn't really have much friends back then. Considering the fact that I still had some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attitude problems,&lt;/span&gt; and I was afraid, afraid that i would be a loner and I knew that i already was.But I was wrong.She never really said anything about me. All along i was the one being distant from her. And I really regret that. Anyway, as time passed we got to know each other and by like the near end of the school year we became great friends! Ain't that right xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/Sw5T6vx6uJI/AAAAAAAAA1M/RY4Xnep5SHw/s1600/Pui+Teng+and+I.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/Sw5T6vx6uJI/AAAAAAAAA1M/RY4Xnep5SHw/s400/Pui+Teng+and+I.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408352471241898130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Pui Teng cuts her hair short*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pui Teng haircut so...." (all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PT cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pissed off at why people are being so mean*(me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you all right?dun give a shit bout what those people think, you look great" (me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the story of how Pui Teng &amp;amp; I got to know each other :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before that it was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pass this book to Pui Teng, Mun Keat" (random teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks round the class room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pui Teng"???Mdm's who is that?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Pui Teng, i just wanna say a big thank you for being there for me all the time , for comforting me and for understanding my stupidity. I know it wasn't easy, but you tried your best to understand me a little. Even just a little, and I really appreciate it.You are really fun to be with and to talk to despite the fact that you love hitting me on my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey"(me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*Knocks me on my head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell was that for??!"(me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dun noe??!!Just felt like it! :) tee hee"*Pui Teng*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs088.snc3/15559_1062316534901_1735597015_111744_3933665_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 325px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs088.snc3/15559_1062316534901_1735597015_111744_3933665_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last but not least Chi Yean,the first day i met you it was a real blur...literally..Cause I have no idea how i know you..sry :( Hey, but we turned out alright right ;D&lt;br /&gt;Anywwaayysss,Chi Yean and I got really close and I told her EVERYTHING!well mostly lar.. and well she tells me everything too! Right!?I hope.. xD  I'm thankful she was there to lend an ear and listen to my ...stories. Hahaha! Of course, I also listened to hers. ;) Lately she very ganas,to Victor the most..Damm mean!...pms maybe..Dun wanna say anymore, later she marah me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only been like 3 years with you guys but I've feel like i've known you guys since the day i was born.I'm sure that you guys will be my friends until the very end. (but I do hope that day will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; come!) Much has happened during this year,still, mostly about... well, my heartaches. Though I did feel that you guys were kinda getting tired of me, you were still there. This time, I didn't even know why. I already said it's okay if you don't stay by my side... but still, you guys kept on worrying about me. You guys &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt; how much I appreciate that. All the times I needed you guys, you were there. Through it all, you never left me. You were there to help me mold myself to become the person I am today, the person who's typing this sh*t out. ;) Thank you, guys. You helped me grow a lot. You helped me realize that... there really is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rainbow&lt;/span&gt; after the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15936_169342638251_531023251_2672124_5701299_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 556px; height: 417px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs092.snc3/15936_169342638251_531023251_2672124_5701299_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DO YOU GUYS HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT MY LIFE WOULD BE WITHOUT YOU? It would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meaningless, lonely, pointless, and very, very, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; depressing.&lt;/span&gt; Without you guys, there wouldn't be anyone to help me get up every time I fell on the ground. Without you guys, there wouldn't be any shoulder to cry on. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Without you guys, there would be no meaning to the word "happiness" at all.&lt;/span&gt; You guys are all I need to be happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways head starting to hurt..so much writing...&lt;br /&gt;Going camping tomorrow,  won't be back till Saturday night?..till then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419030853899685573-7849276833395261283?l=keat-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/7849276833395261283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-of-new-beginningpart-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419030853899685573/posts/default/7849276833395261283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419030853899685573/posts/default/7849276833395261283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-of-new-beginningpart-2.html' title='The End Of A New Beginning(part 2)'/><author><name>Mun K3eat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222188558503496069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/Sw5T6vx6uJI/AAAAAAAAA1M/RY4Xnep5SHw/s72-c/Pui+Teng+and+I.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419030853899685573.post-3587625156713470049</id><published>2009-11-25T10:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:49:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Of A New Beginning(part 1)</title><content type='html'>20th November &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Last Day of School"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the day when tears, laughters, cheers, cameras and embarrassing incidents happen all at the same time. One year has come and gone. It's this time of the year again where we bid farewell to our fellow schoolmates and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1P &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; was certainly one of the better classes in my life. It showed me eye-opening events and experiences that I've never seen before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would do anything to turn the clock back but everyone has to move on...&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first day I walked into 2L and it was a dark dark day.Everything was a real blur&lt;br /&gt;*bumps*&lt;br /&gt;Shit..must have kena table...*thinks in head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oi diu you! wat's ur problem man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*huh huh?? whose that!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theresh Aplasamy stands up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eheh,sry bro din see u man.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So just cause I'm black lar!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this sounds like a bad friendship just beginning to happen but&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, after a couple of months, we turned out to be pretty good friends.The times when we would fool around in Mdm's Robiah's,Mr.Pandian's and Mdm.Mano classes! Awesome :P although the consequences weren't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/Swyl4g09xVI/AAAAAAAAA08/L6suvT26bCo/s1600/3L.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/Swyl4g09xVI/AAAAAAAAA08/L6suvT26bCo/s400/3L.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407879642868467026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;L class is one of the best classes any student could wish for!!&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; They've been there for me through thick and thin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who could possibly ask for more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Despite the fact that I have an anger-management problem, they still accepted me whole-heartedly and saw right through every little wrong I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;They saw through my imperfections and flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;They accepted me and decided to become my FRIEND :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs034.snc3/12140_178687513234_730158234_2858597_4554146_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs034.snc3/12140_178687513234_730158234_2858597_4554146_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secrets we have shared with each other&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;through Truth &amp;amp; Dare xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs034.snc3/12140_178685173234_730158234_2858569_3538107_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs034.snc3/12140_178685173234_730158234_2858569_3538107_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes like L are rarely found.ok well maybe not  cause got 1L,2L,4L AND 5L but being a team is what really catches the mind of others when they see L :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10857_1149325344499_1568554389_30388325_1457916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 402px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10857_1149325344499_1568554389_30388325_1457916_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kaki's of 3L.Benedict,John,Yong Hui, Tjun,Theresh , Joel and Yun Zai!! U guys have been great. I just wanna say a big thank you to you guys You've been there for me when shit happens which is practically most of the time.....*shit* Willy's missing....&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10857_1149326424526_1568554389_30388348_7772214_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs021.snc3/10857_1149326424526_1568554389_30388348_7772214_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 greatest moniters ever!There wouldn't be anyone better to do this job!&lt;br /&gt;Danny and Juin Le are not just moniters but great friends as well! Unfortunately,at the beginning of the year they didn't really like me :(&lt;br /&gt;Danny cause I was damm noisy and playful and keep getting out class into trouble he is constantly pissed with me...&lt;br /&gt;Random Teacher:"Noisiest class of form 3 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"3L"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*everyone wtf??!!*&lt;br /&gt;Juin cause something to do with her sister,which I am still confused about...&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that danny has a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voice of a lion&lt;/span&gt; he only shouts when it is needed...unlike Brandon Ooi ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwywYyZ0ISI/AAAAAAAAA1E/gn7NvbCurzo/s1600/Dan%26+Juin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwywYyZ0ISI/AAAAAAAAA1E/gn7NvbCurzo/s400/Dan%26+Juin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407891192458518818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without cheese what would the macaroni be, Mdm Rozita has been the cheese of 3L and she's cheezy literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kelas jika kamu dapat 7A saya akan beri hadiah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YAY* (ALL)&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Mun Keat dan Theresh"  Jika kamu dapat 7A saya beri 2 hadiah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!!wtf?(Theresh and I)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what she's trying to say... xD&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Rozita is really nice and we all love her dearly but one thing i realize about her is that she's emo a lot.I'm not really sure of course and I don't wanna jump into conclusions but Mdm if u are reading this and u need someone to talk to,I'll always be there for you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10857_1149958160319_1568554389_30389645_2203132_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs001.snc3/10857_1149958160319_1568554389_30389645_2203132_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the "MAN"!She may look really nice and kind and all but deep deep down!She's a real fire breathing dragon!Dun mess with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16742_193411784456_731999456_2900252_5710394_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs120.snc3/16742_193411784456_731999456_2900252_5710394_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Anne as well,although she's doesn't teach,she's a great person and listener.&lt;br /&gt;Any problems or whatsoever can just go find her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mdm, I like this girl/guy but i don't know if she/he likes me!???"*random guy/girl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's ok I help u ask her k :D" *Ms Anne*&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm,I wonder if she'll do it... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the teachers played a major role in my lower secondary life. Not to some of the boring ones lar(you know who you are), but yes to all the times they dedicated to help, whether as a group or as an individual. Teachers, if you somehow managed to find this place, I want to really say a big thank you to all of you, for the care and guidance that you gave throughout the 3 years, be it academically,  or emotional. And these really came from the bottom of my heart, no scripts. I'll miss all of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419030853899685573-3587625156713470049?l=keat-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/3587625156713470049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-of-new-beginningpart-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419030853899685573/posts/default/3587625156713470049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419030853899685573/posts/default/3587625156713470049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/end-of-new-beginningpart-1.html' title='The End Of A New Beginning(part 1)'/><author><name>Mun K3eat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222188558503496069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/Swyl4g09xVI/AAAAAAAAA08/L6suvT26bCo/s72-c/3L.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4419030853899685573.post-4462331128641214659</id><published>2009-11-16T18:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:50:25.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm BACK!</title><content type='html'>It's been a Long LONG time since i've blogged,but I'm BACK!The past 3 or 4 months have been a real roller coaster ride. There were so many happy moments, stressed moments, laugh out loud moments, frustrating moments. But it's all over!!! A part of me is overjoyed beyond belief. Yet a part of me wants this to go on forever.....Managed to give my blog a whole new look and name! xD It's such a good feeling having to stress myself to think of something to blog about again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dun wry no more hamsup random stuff xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR's finally over and holiday is just around the corner...&lt;br /&gt;Was planning to blog straight after pmr but was just too lazy...So much has passed and i'm too lazy to type about everytime so my pictures will do the talking :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEoQMe4QbI/AAAAAAAAAzg/_GTSiLtUTXE/s1600/Futsal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEoQMe4QbI/AAAAAAAAAzg/_GTSiLtUTXE/s400/Futsal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404645286515065266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futsal organized by Mark Chui who is leaving out school because he hates The Dai Lou of the school....Hopefully we see each other in a ManU game in the near future :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEoViTSRRI/AAAAAAAAAzw/nzIVwXVO_cw/s1600/My+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEoViTSRRI/AAAAAAAAAzw/nzIVwXVO_cw/s400/My+Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404645378271364370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Black&amp;amp;White party!Party of the year! xD(just jkin Nik)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEoSz4zesI/AAAAAAAAAzo/XQiGYr5wg2E/s1600/Kelly%27s+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEoSz4zesI/AAAAAAAAAzo/XQiGYr5wg2E/s400/Kelly%27s+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404645331452525250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering at Kelly's house...Played some racing game on the PS2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEpdDxiDPI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/FyUMDrdJOng/s1600/loss+10-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEpdDxiDPI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/FyUMDrdJOng/s400/loss+10-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404646607027309810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loss 10-0 to Kelly,but just cause I gave her chance xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEoZP8fE7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/YJVdMgVtiWU/s1600/Nik%27s+Party%28group+pic%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEoZP8fE7I/AAAAAAAAAz4/YJVdMgVtiWU/s400/Nik%27s+Party%28group+pic%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404645442063373234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nik's party!&lt;br /&gt;Bow/Jon/Chen Yang/Me: But If I let you go,I will never know,what my life would be holding you close to me! Westlife Malaysian Style x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEoeCXdXQI/AAAAAAAAA0I/HyVxDt26KMY/s1600/Ultimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEoeCXdXQI/AAAAAAAAA0I/HyVxDt26KMY/s400/Ultimo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404645524317756674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine Dining lunch @ Ultimo with Yi Han,Noami,Bow and Sia!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!Sia you still owe all of us RM10!!!I just remembered!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEob1n_DAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/eA4NKcPpb1I/s1600/Pui+Teng+leaving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEob1n_DAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/eA4NKcPpb1I/s400/Pui+Teng+leaving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404645486537673730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3L gang :( finally splitting up after 2 years of fun and laughter&lt;br /&gt;Pui Teng left the day after we took this photo for Aus...miss her a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is about part of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post exams started 2 weeks ago,and this week will be the very last week of school..which will be the end of our lower secondary life :( So depressing thinking about it all the time..&lt;br /&gt;It's probably been the best three year I have had so far. Friendships were made, memories were made, all of which I will not forget.With all of you, there was never a dull moment :) I'm going to miss everything and everyone...except for studying of course!&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,hope you guys like my new blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4419030853899685573-4462331128641214659?l=keat-tales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/feeds/4462331128641214659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419030853899685573/posts/default/4462331128641214659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4419030853899685573/posts/default/4462331128641214659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keat-tales.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m BACK!'/><author><name>Mun K3eat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04222188558503496069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PcZAfxBifnQ/SwEoQMe4QbI/AAAAAAAAAzg/_GTSiLtUTXE/s72-c/Futsal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
