Two..is better than one...

Remember this song? It's dedicated to you.

Happy 9th-Month anniversary


I remember what you wore on the first day
You came into my life and I thought hey
You know this could be something

'Cause everything you do and words you say
You know that it all takes my breath away
And now I'm left with nothing

So maybe it's true
That I can't live without you
And maybe two is better than one

But there's so much time
To figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking two is better than one

I remember every look upon your face
The way you roll your eyes the way you say
You make it hard for breathing

'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away
I think of you and everything's okay
I'm finally now believing

That maybe it's true
That I can't live without you
And maybe two is better than one

But there's so much time
To figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking two is better than one

I remember what you wore on the first day
You came into my life and I thought hey

Maybe it's true
That I can't live without you
And maybe two is better than one

There's so much time
To figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone

And I'm thinking ooh
I can't live without you
'Cause baby two
Is better than one

There's so much time
To figure out the rest of my life
But I figured out with all that's said and done
Two is better than one
Two is better than one

Just complaining...

It is 2.36am now, and i am still working.

I felt like i am a slave in the making. Some uncle told me this morning, saying engineers are living a very comfortable life and making lots of money without even need to drop a sweat.

I am different.

Luckily i still have musics to accompany me throughout the night.

Good morning world.

Happy 9th Month Anniversary

Well, as a matter of fact, i am in a relationship now.

She knew for the fact that i am keen in blogging during those free times. For me, i knew i have a bad grammar. But there're always rooms for improvement. Blogging is one of the way.

It is sort of like my own autobiography.

Somehow or rather, at times, she did asked me why i did not write about her in here.

So my dear, i dedicate this post specially to you. As out 9th-months anniversary present.

We met through a friends during a birthday party in a club. While people tends to use stupid one chat-up liner like:

1. Is there an airport nearby or is that just my heart taking off?

2. Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I'm lost at sea.

3. You must be from Pearl Harbor, because baby, you're the bomb.

Of course i am not stupid enough to get myself killed using those.

I am more creative.

Who say namecards are useless?

As i don't want to be like one of those Tom, Dicky and Harry in the club asking a girl's number and key-ing them into mobile.

I did not have her number anyway at the end of the day. It is more or less like, "If she fancy for a drink, she will contact me then" kind of beliefs.

And guess what (yeah girl, i know you don't like this, but i am still gonna put this part in).

I got an sms from her couple of days later!

And then the story begin. And i would not give the details here as there will be no end.

Somehow i am glad to found someone who has been always understanding and caring. Deep inside, i always think that she has been fabolous all this while.

Like a hotel housekeeper, she refill your shampoo before it dried up.

Like a chef, tell her what you want to eat, and daa...it is there.

Like a bestfriend, who can just share and chat about everything.

Like a mum, she washed your clothes and dry for you.

Last but not least, welcome to my world, and i knew i have been a really complicated guy for you to understand me at times.

I love you.

And i love your picture.

(Told you if i am gonna write a post in here, it is gonna be a funny and embarassing one)

I think i am gonna get into a lot of trouble when i am home. :P

Going Home...

It has been a really tiring weeks for me. Endless meetings and entertainment summed up my whole week. How times has flies.
Everytime i got back to hotel my mind goes "Thank god, i can have a really good shower and rest now".

Now i reckon i knew the reason why i just couldn't be like others who go places like overseas and making big bucks in the Oil & Gas industries.

When you work in those kind of environment, you just can't get to rest properly, you lose contacts with the outside world, you feel tired, nausea, and with all this kind of symptoms, i will have a bad headache.

I just happened to be woken up from my nap from 5pm-11pm.

It has been a while that i got a really good nap session.

Outside is raining now, and looking out from the hotel window, i can feel as if the whole world are sleeping now.

I want to go home. And tommorrow is the day.

I found myself humming to the tunes of "wanna go home" by Micahel Buble..

"Another sunny day,
Has come and gone away,
In Paris and Rome,I want to go home,Mmmmmm
Maybe surrounded by,A million people I,Still feel all alone,
I just want to go home,Oh I miss you, You know"

Guys, see you when i am home.:)

New World Suites

Hotels have been very much like a 2nd home to me. Not to mention the frequency of the travelling, but because it also provide a "welcome home" type of feelings when u stepped in.

(Of course if you are talking about those budget hotel, it would be different after all).

The company i am with pay for it, so why not? After all, i believe with a better resting environment, your employee can produce even better work performances.

When i was back in east Malaysia, Bintulu to be exact, there will always be only one choice.


The New World Suites.

Let's have a peep around:





View from the 10th floor...

The interior...

You can even request for the type of pillows you wanted for the night

Maybe i should just press "5" and then goes "Hi baby.... may i have another extra pillow for tonight?It would be better if it is a feather pillow, as you know, i am a lonely guy tonight.... bye.."

If an Auntie come deliver your pillow, sorry, too bad lah!

Even a welcoming fruits and cookies upon arrival. I finished up the grapes in no time!


A very executive-feel working table. Suddenly i feel so "pia" to finish my work that night.

Even showering and poo-ing also suddenly become so enjoyable...

Nice right?

With a price of RM 290++ per night, i think it worth every penny!

(Note: Because somebody else is paying for it anyway!)

A note of compliment...i guess?

Recently got a message from a special reader..

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M Y says: hahaha anyway i just remember something

el.nino says: erm?

M Y says: something to tell you before you fly~

el.nino says: ok?

M Y says: there was this one time i read your blog

el.nino says: ok...

M Y says: i think i was very upset that day

el.nino says: well

M Y says: but the blog entry

el.nino says: which one?

M Y says: somehow brighten up my day! and i laugh like hell and almost text you

el.nino says: which one?? tell me?

M Y says: let me search for it

el.nino says: then u will be surprised lol

M Y says: june 22 the worldcup fever

el.nino says: wait let me c hahahahahahah ohhhh okokok thank god u love it

M Y says: haha

el.nino says: i just posted a new one go n c

M Y says: hahahaha omg again????!!! ur photoshop really sucks

el.nino says: improved d la lol nice? hahahahahaha

M Y says: hahahahaha! well thanks for the joke of the day

el.nino says: bet this is better than the last one lol

M Y says: hahaha i think the impact i had from the last one is much better hahaha i think i laugh till i cried

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I guess this is the best compliment that i have ever heard from anyone about my postings.

Something which is much better than when the CEO of KWSP dropped me an email regarding my blog!

Hopefully in the future, i can make more people "laugh till they cried".

Note: Hopefully.

Some people may ask you.

What is bravery?


What on earth means by "balls"?

For me, none of the above are qualified yet as "bravery".

Not even "balls".

For me, this is called "balls".

For fooling around with something with so much value of history.

A painting by Leonardo di ser Piero da vinci during those Renaissance days.

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Brother Leo, don't be upset. It is just a joke.

Rest in peace man. I love your painting. Honest!!!!