PS: I am not walking out on the cyberworld. Not yet. Maybe not ever. But this place is turning to dust. Give me time.
PPS: I hate Mozilla.
No matter how dark the night, morning always comes, and our journey begins anew.
Oh, what a night.
Late December back in '63.
What a very special time for me,
'Cause I remember what a night.
Oh, what a night.
You know, I didn't even know her name,
But I was never gonna be the same.
What a lady. What a night.
Oh, I. I got a funny feeling when she walked
In the room and I,
As I recall it ended much too soon.
Oh, what a night,
Hypnotizing, mesmerizing me.
She was everything I dreamed she'd be.
Sweet surrender, what a night!
I felt a rush like a rolling bolt of thunder
Spinnin' my head around and taking my body under.
Oh, what a night!
Oh, I. I got a funny feeling when she walked
In the room and I,
As I recall it ended much too soon.
Oh, what a night.
Why'd it take so long to see the light?
Seemed so wrong, but now it seems so right.
What a lady, what a night!
I felt a rush like a rolling bolt of thunder
Spinnin' my head around and taking my body under.
Oh, what a night!
(Do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do.)
Oh, what a night!
(Do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do.)
Oh, what a night!
(Do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do.)
Oh, what a night!
(Do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do.)
Oh, what a night!
(Do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do.)
Oh, what a night!
(Do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do.)
Bella's 'after' car. Now THIS is a babe magnet! Buy me one and I'll love you forever. =P Okay, I'll let you ride with me. Oh, yeah, I haven't replied your emails. Been busy. Eseh. Mesti reply tu. Catch you guys later. 
The result of Google Image Search, putting 'Emo Style' in search engine.
I think I am only able to pull off Emo Style if I am tudong-less. Skip ah hehehe.
A picture of my G1 that I had said to post before. Well at this time I was using Rob Pattinson as background picture. So much for my denial that it was not Rob that we loved, but Edward.
The guy behind the counter knows our names. Every time we go there, we don't need to tell our names (have to give names because they'll put them in the computer, not like arah Utama) . But still in the middle of us playing he always changes our names for fun. See for yourself. Last semester break when I was in Brunei he was looking for me. Hahaha how nice. He told me this himself. The guy near the DDR area just knows our faces because uh - there's no need to tell names there. Always greets us and all. Are we just too friendly, girls? Or do we hang around at the same places too often? *Alert*Welcome to The Moronic World of T. Please grab a Kupo for assistance or email Karin for immediate reply (if the Head Moogle isn't out dancing at the arcade). For contacts on MSN, sending emails to either accounts is equivalent to sending snail mails from Brunei to Cairo with a 50-cent stamp. You are advised to go for Gmail as I get around-the-clock notifications on my G1 for Gmail.
About blog
A means of communication and updates for friends and/or members of family near and far, even if there are better ways. Aside from that, to record what I've done or said so as to not forget about it in many years to come. Know that I send out discreet signals and hidden messages on blog entries. They may make people paranoid and wonder if I'm talking about them. That is the goal.
About Karin
I'm a decent person. I may be harsh and mocking at times but my intentions are pure. I do try to adjust my attitude to suit others' high standards. But since I'm only human and sometimes slip out of control, please accept my sincere and humble apologies. For my insensitive attitude I truly apologise, but for everything else extremely unreasonable I'll protect my innocence =)