<?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-8753807725039229082</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:47:36.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of a Barefooted Lotud</title><subtitle type='html'>Im controverSIAL ... hahahaha!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-1711164929334875882</id><published>2011-07-08T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T18:01:50.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis-judged</title><content type='html'>When the opposition announced that they will be a riot in Malaysia and that they will be wearing yellow... Everybody who are doing business were scared of being affected by this...... They thought the rioters are the ones to be blamed if business goes bad..... but on the actual day,nothing happened really.. People dressing up in yellow are no where to be seen.. BUT!!  Police are everywhere... blocking every road..... arresting everybody to be questioned ...... I think there's only one explanation for this... THE POLICE ARE FUCKING STUPID...... THEY ARE THE ONES WHO ARE CAUSING PANIC AND SPOILING THE ECONOMY.... ...people cant go to work... because they block many entrance to the city.....how can the economy work in this kind of restriction???????? the police are always gonna be stupid in my eyes...... :) "Once a dog,always a dog"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-1711164929334875882?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1711164929334875882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=1711164929334875882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1711164929334875882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1711164929334875882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2011/07/mis-judged.html' title='Mis-judged'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-6605405025005597314</id><published>2011-06-16T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T02:59:01.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My definition of the 1Malaysia Concept.....</title><content type='html'>Its all about MALAY CHINESE INDIAN ...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabahans and Sarawakians belong to "others" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a phone call from Astro today offering new packages.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Package 1 is for MALAYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Package 2 is for INDIANS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                   and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Package 3 is for CHINESE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No package for DUSUN ka boss???? Pukiayamama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK 1MALAYSIA ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-6605405025005597314?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6605405025005597314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=6605405025005597314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/6605405025005597314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/6605405025005597314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-definition-of-1malaysia-concept.html' title='My definition of the 1Malaysia Concept.....'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-8969643888758508878</id><published>2011-06-09T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T07:46:41.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK HERBALIFE and all the other health products</title><content type='html'>Herbalife? New Skin? This shit does not make you thin...... YOU... its YOU yourself who makes yourself thin....... Its all in the mind man.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people I know ... All of them who takes health products are not skinny because the product makes them skinny... They are skinny because they eat less and they exercise more....... they THINK its the product that is making them thin but IT IS NOT....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not want to regret buying all this expensive shit so they got themselves together and start fresh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much tea u drink everyday.... and no matter how much tablets u take .... ur still gonna FAT if u eat like a pig and sleep like a pig........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE THIS HEALTH PRODUCTS AND GET URSELF TOGETHER IF U WANNA BE THIN!!!!!! GO OUT THERE AND JOG!! GET THAT SWEAT OUT! BURN CALORIES !! EAT LESS!! AND MARK MY WORD U WILL LOSE WEIGHT IN NO TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take all that money that u have used to buy all this products and DONATE IT TO THE NEEDY PEOPLE! ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-8969643888758508878?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8969643888758508878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=8969643888758508878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8969643888758508878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8969643888758508878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuck-herbalife-and-all-other-health.html' title='FUCK HERBALIFE and all the other health products'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-2554114744539842132</id><published>2011-05-31T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T04:36:45.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaamatan VS God</title><content type='html'>I'll start with the usual &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Its been a while since I last wrote something"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I figured that there's no obvious reason to blog because nobody read it,or nobody care about what you write anyway. BUT, I hope I can inject some kind of awareness into the heart and mind of someone somewhere. Somebody who would bump into my post and READ. UNDERSTAND. AND BE AWARE of what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 31st of May 2011. The grand finale of the Unduk Ngadau, the grand final of the Sugandoi, the grand final of all the Kaamatan (harvest festival) fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, she won the Unduk Ngadau. Crowned the most beautiful girl in Sabah (among the Kadazan-Dusuns). Everybody talks about her. On Facebook, in the newspapers etc etc. And pretty soon she will be on the the cover of some magazine, MAGGI advertisements etc etc . She is indeed beautiful. Indeed she can go a distant with her face. But is she guaranteed a place in heaven? Will God be impressed with her beauty and all the trophies that she won?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes he won the Sugandoi. Awarded the best voice (among the Kadazan Dusuns). Everybody talks about him. On Facebook, in the newspapers etc etc. And pretty soon he will be on the the cover of some magazine, have his own album etc etc. But is he guaranteed a place in heaven? Will God be impressed with his beautiful voice and all the trophies that she won?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to judge him/her or anybody else. Its sort of an entertainment to see these young girls in photos, boys singing their heart out. They make good subject of a photo.  They probably participated in this kind of competitions with a good intention. She, to win the free education at the local college and he to win the grand prize and have his own album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she had a free education at a local college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he, manage to record an album ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, never had to trouble her parents for education.. in terms of payment....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he, becomes famous with his new album.... paid to sing at functions etc etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,does God care about education? ..... Does God care about how famous you were when u were alive? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is very difficult to understand my fellow humans..... God is complicated.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very hard to have a religion and to have a belief ... I think by now u should figure out why many of your friends or family members gave up on their religion and converted into another religion ... or simply stopped believing to become an atheist ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They find it easier to stop believing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They find it easier not to fear God all the time ....&lt;br /&gt;They find it easier not to think about Heaven or hell.....&lt;br /&gt;All they wanna think about is their time in this worldly world ....&lt;br /&gt;How much money they can save.... How beautiful they can be.. How high their education level can be... How many cars they can own ... Etc etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know a saying that goes a little bit like this "Its better to live like there is God to find out that there is none, Then to live like there is no God just to find out that there is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live in moderation my friends.... Stop going after fame and glory..... It wont mean nothing when ur in hell...........or in heaven .... whichever u prefer to enter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Im not perfect.... Im a perfect sinner ... sinful servant of God...Just sharing my thoughts..... Do not judge me... but please try to understand me...... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-2554114744539842132?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2554114744539842132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=2554114744539842132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/2554114744539842132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/2554114744539842132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2011/05/kaamatan-vs-god.html' title='Kaamatan VS God'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-6946670214114783654</id><published>2011-04-30T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T08:43:42.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabah FEST ka? sabah PEST????!!</title><content type='html'>I seriously think that Sabah Fest 2011 is a FCKIN JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did the suluk became cousins with the Dusuns ???!!!! Hahahahahah!! I was at Magellan Sutera Harbour earlier this evening and I was so disgusted with the idea that we are cousins with the suluks. LOL!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The suluks are originally from the Philippines man. While the Kadazan Dusuns are believed to have settled here from Taiwan. How in the blue hell did we end up being cousins? Shit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then during the Kadazan Wedding... ada bersilat? As far as I know.. bersiLat is Malay's form of self defense......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabah tourism should really take a break from this SabahPEST thingy.... and get new and genuine ideas.... MADE UP STORIES are fcking lame.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the foreigners were walking out of the HALL!!!! CAN U IMAGINE THAT!!???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-6946670214114783654?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6946670214114783654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=6946670214114783654' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/6946670214114783654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/6946670214114783654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2011/04/sabah-fest-ka-sabah-pest.html' title='Sabah FEST ka? sabah PEST????!!'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-1762966631095575393</id><published>2011-02-20T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T20:19:12.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sabahans,Should we give up????!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So many people in Sabah,are too ignorant. and easily satisfied. None of them even know their rights....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;we are the POOREST state in Malaysia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The guy who is in charge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt; is PAKISTANI descent.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The number of illegal i&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;mmigrants are growing,and identification cars are being issued to give more votes to a political party from across the sea. and the population or real sabahans, native sabahans are growing LESS and LESS. WE ARE BECOMING MINORITIES!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why are we letting this to happen? I cry a tear every time I think of this. Where is that ancestral spirit? Where is the spirit of the Kadazan Dusuns? We are the dogs now. We bark bark and bark. We're given food,and then we shut up and sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Why are the Kadazan Dusuns leaders letting this happen? Why aren't they protesting???????????????!!!!!! :'( !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Unite ! and you will be strong!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Imagine this .. Imagine if all the Kadaza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;n Dusun leaders decided to stand up for their rights....... for their people's rights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Imagine if all the Kadazan Dusun Le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;aders can manage their voters to not vote for the government... the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;POWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; will be in their hands !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Imagine if Pairin,Dompok,Ongkili,Kurup,Bumburing,Mojuntin,Masidi,Jahid are able to unite........ imagine if they say "We have our voters in hand,and they will decide whether or not they will vote for the government.... They w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;ill vote if you give them what they want......"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WHAT DO WE WANT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WE WANT DEVELOPMENT!!!! WE WANT SOMEBODY FROM OUR OWN ETHNICITY TO BE CHIEF MINISTER OF SABAH!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WHAT WE DONT WANT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;WE DONT WANT TO BE THE POOREST STATE IN MALAYSIA!!!&lt;/b&gt; (at least 15% of all the state's income goes to the state government)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;WE DONT WANT TO BE THE 2ND LARGEST GROUP IN SABAH&lt;/b&gt; (just so you know,illegal immigrants is the biggest group in Sabah right now. SEND THEM BACK!!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A friend of mine said, "it is too late to save Sabah" ..... Another said "It is easier said than done,we are becoming more and more like them....the Malays"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So,let me ask you something..... SHOULD WE GIVE UP!????!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kumaa toinsanan tompinai om tambalut ku ngawii... kumaa toinsanan tulun ku ngawii... kada tokou pologoson dot ongoyo iti pogun tokou .... Tokou sanganu pogun ditih!!!!!! :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xgz5ccvkal8/TWHm9CSdEuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eWLZZ-Sbo-c/s400/crying.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575991749922067170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0X2RqioSoMI/TWHmThJSTnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/PizXrjM06mw/s400/6665716-closeup-of-crying-woman-with-tears.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575991036650606194" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-1762966631095575393?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1762966631095575393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=1762966631095575393' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1762966631095575393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1762966631095575393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-sabahansshould-we-give-up.html' title='My Sabahans,Should we give up????!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xgz5ccvkal8/TWHm9CSdEuI/AAAAAAAAAJE/eWLZZ-Sbo-c/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-927445018640631803</id><published>2011-02-17T03:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T03:49:47.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough Evidence to Charge "Sultan". Jadi? Apa kamu tunggu???? BUDUH!!!!!</title><content type='html'>"Sabah Police Commissioner Datuk Haji Hamza Taib said the statements from the journalist and editor were recorded to confirm that the ceremony HAD BEEN HELD" - Daily Express Newspaper.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know what this means? It was true! It wasn't just some crazy guy claiming to be a King! The ceremony was held!!!!  Oh my ghost!! And he is still a free man ?? with Malaysian identification card??????? Member of UMNO???? Allegedly responsible for issuance of identity cards to illegal immigrants.... Astagha!! How can the government let this happen???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the government purposely allowing these immigrants to take over Sabah so that they can easily collect the resources without getting any resistance like what we are giving them now?????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is this a plan to wipe out Sabahans and let the easily bribed people of Sulu to rule Sabah????????????????????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not something to joke about man! This is super scary!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The government need to act fast .. and they need to act &lt;b style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;NOW! If you dont want to lose the votes....... ACT NOW!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;There is no room to delay any actions man..... The safety of Sabah is in your hands!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sudah kamu peras Sabah begini trus kamu mau kasi biar sja kami begini???????? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;We are not animals!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-927445018640631803?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/927445018640631803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=927445018640631803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/927445018640631803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/927445018640631803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/enough-evidence-to-charge-sultan-jadi.html' title='Enough Evidence to Charge &quot;Sultan&quot;. Jadi? Apa kamu tunggu???? BUDUH!!!!!'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-874937502141701978</id><published>2011-02-08T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T01:56:46.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalypto-The End of Malaysia,the start of THE COUNTRY of SABAH.Dedicated to all my Sabahans.</title><content type='html'>To all my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sabahans&lt;/span&gt;, I would like to ask you something... &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Do you read history books? Do you read the newspaper? Do you watch news on tv? Are you aware of the current issues happening in the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;or are you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUST PLAIN IGNORANT?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All you think about is your boyfriend/girlfriend... Your car.. Your pets.... and your clothes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Are you aware that those "dogs" that was once were illegal immigrants are making a living in your home COUNTRY of Sabah??? Most of these "dogs" are richer than me,you and every freaking Sabahans in this world. While you work your ass out for a living,stuck in a cubicle all day long, they are living in a mansion... driving nice cars etc etc...... All because they have i.c now.. and they are entitled to get government projects......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Maybe im one of those people who think too much... but Imagine this ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;"The year is 2020.....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Malaya is still keen of having Sabah as their "resource" ...  They wont let us go.. because if they do, they will lose their main source of income .. They will lose Sabah's oil... Timber .. and Tourism products...... They keep on giving ICs to illegal immigrants.... to strengthen support to their governments.. to add up on voters....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When every single Sabahans have had enough.... all the "local" ministers have had enough.... being picked on by the lousy Malaya... blood have been boiling long enough to burst out .......they decided to stand up for their rights....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;They have made a decision...They decided to take actions themselves... They decided to free themselves by force...... They decided to say "If you wont free us from your iron claws.... we'll free ourself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Riots are happening everywhere in Sabah.... Insisting that Sabah remove all non-real Sabahans out of the COUNTRY.... They insist that boats are prepared to sent all fckin illegal immigrants back to their own country...mainly the Philippines and Indonesia.... and all Malaysians to be sent back to Malaya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;BUT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;...  Not all dogs would go... some resisted... This leads to violence.... The Dusuns, The Muruts.... The Lotuds.... The Rungus....The Kadazans... and all other pure Sabahans are ready to go to war.... They are saying "Patayo tokou tasu ngawii!!!! ongoyo tokou tulu diyoLo!!!!!" (translation: Let us kill all the dogs!!! We will have their heads!!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All the mothers are crying and screaming ...trying to tell their children not to use violence... But everything is too late..truly, they have had enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So they went to war with the boogz and pilz.... and some minorities of Malaysians (just because they didnt want to leave....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A lot of people died........ and like always.... interference by the United States of America ... and the United Kingdom came too late........the United Nations came too late..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Only then would they propose to the government of Malaysia to give independence to the COUNTRY of SABAH... Only then they would open their eyes that the Sabahans were not kidding when they said ... they wanted independence ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;From that day onwards ... Sabah was no longer one of the states in Malaysia.... It is the COUNTRY of SABAH.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All immigrant dogs were given 2 options... To go back to their own countries.. or to go to Malaya (the nation that gave them the IC).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sabah is now an independent country ........ We went through a massive blood bath to gain independence .....and we will try to hold on to this freedom..... We are not going to be free from corrupted leaders... but at least we are going to prosper.. and develop like all the other 3rd world countries in the world......  and NOT THE POOREST STATE in MALAYSIA..... with only 5% oil royalty... with ENGLISH as our main language.. ;) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-874937502141701978?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/874937502141701978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=874937502141701978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/874937502141701978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/874937502141701978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2011/02/apocalypto-end-of-malaysiathe-start-of.html' title='Apocalypto-The End of Malaysia,the start of THE COUNTRY of SABAH.Dedicated to all my Sabahans.'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-3168044293587848118</id><published>2011-01-26T04:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T05:17:25.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this what people from all over the world came to see???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/TUAazNusWWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/40-bZ-67vE4/s1600/168159_485420786236_583801236_6491923_2438814_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/TUAazNusWWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/40-bZ-67vE4/s400/168159_485420786236_583801236_6491923_2438814_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566478606591088994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the Photo we can see houses built on stilts in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Island of Mabul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Semporna Sabah and below the houses all you can see are TRASH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For those who doesn't know,Mabul is the nearest island to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sipadan Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; which is one of the best scuba diving spots in the world. Ever since they removed the resort and put limit on the number of divers to 120 per day, most of these scuba-divers who had to wait for their turn find Mabul as the place to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see in the photo, Its not a pretty sight at all. "They" are making so much money by accommodating tourists from all over the world and they forgot about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;MAINTAINING THE CLEANLINESS OF THE ISLAND.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ko mo harap tu pelauh yang kasi bersih ka boss??????????????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-3168044293587848118?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3168044293587848118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=3168044293587848118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3168044293587848118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3168044293587848118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/is-this-what-people-from-all-over-world.html' title='Is this what people from all over the world came to see???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/TUAazNusWWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/40-bZ-67vE4/s72-c/168159_485420786236_583801236_6491923_2438814_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-4363879411533246931</id><published>2011-01-15T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:06:08.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sia tidak mau ckp ba pasal ini. Tapi hati sia tidak senang!!!!!! :'( !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="margin-top:16.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:0in;margin-left: 0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height:14.4pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;Sia tidak mau ckp ba pasal ini. Tapi hati sia tidak senang!!!!!! :'( !!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;; color:#666666"&gt;I was reading some posts by a very straight forward person earlier regarding our position as SABAHANS in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I've left these ideas long ago but reading the posts triggers new ideas and emotions sparks in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, everybody knows about how certain individuals who had authority in the past,granted identification cards to ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS from the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for them to be able to vote and give majority wins to these "individuals with authority". This catapulted &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt;'s population to 200% in the matter of months/years. I need not mention the individuals who are allegedly connected to these disgusting acts of irresponsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW,allow me to refer to these illegal immigrants as "dogs",are dominating some parts of Sabah,mainly &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sandakan&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;,Tawau,Lahad Datu and Semporna. They are the ones who in charge of the city council,the local business sectors,construction,cultivation etc etc. And I even heard from their own people that they have plots to take over &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt;. I have a t-shirt that says "I love &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Paris&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;". I was wearing that shirt one day and one of these "dogs" said to me... "There's a place in Lahad Datu by that name... P.A.R.I.S.. It stands for "Persatuan Anak Republik &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt;... And they are going to take over &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "WTF??!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood pressure instantly went to breaking point. One by one my blood vessels popped and I think I heard it popped. If they are planning to take over &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and IF this really happens, ARE WE AS SABAHANS going to sit down,wait and just look as it happens????!!! Enough about Indonesians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,I would like to enter the subject of SULU. Im sure everybody who reads the newspaper,listens to the radio and watches tv are aware of this. Every once in a while, there would be a guy who claims that he is the heir of the Sultanate of Sulu(Sabah used to be under Sulu) and that &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt; is still under Sulu. And did u know that most of the Suluks found in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Sandakan&lt;/st1:city&gt; still thinks that &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt; is owned by Sulu??? a few years ago there were some rumors that Sulu will launch an attack on Sabah and the F.R.U and Navy went on high alert patrolling &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt; waters and cities that are situated in the coastal area.Once again,ARE WE AS SABAHANS going to sit down,wait and just look as it happens????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if you have ever thought about this or not,but, I personally think it is too d@mn late to get rid of these dogs for they have "their own people" in the government now. "Inside people" they call it. There is no way that we can be pure Sabahans anymore. Dogs would always live among us. Breathing the same air and basking in the same sun with all of us.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a lot of documentaries on war. Ethnic cleansing is the only way to go. But I think Hitler,Momcilo Krajisnik etc etc are the only war criminals that were able to get away with it. They killed a lot of innocent people in order for them to be the sole race in their country. We can do that here in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt;. We can kill all the dogs, and leave only native Sabahans. But we cant do that can we? I want to do it so much but my religion won’t allow me. It will condemn me into heLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote "&lt;b&gt;PATRIOTISM wise, I want my people and only my people to live in my country,to prosper and to go forward. Deep inside I want to kill every single dogs who came here to steal our jobs,rape,rob and kill my people. but in RELIGION wise, I was taught to share. and I was taught to love my enemies. and I was taught that my country does not belong to me.The world does not belong to me.It belongs to GOD the CREATOR"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when somebody say to me that they do not believe in God, I say to them "God is the only reason why I did not follow the path that Hitler went. God is the only authority that is powerful enough to not let me recruit an army of sadistic-psychotic-ethnic fanatic to kill all these dogs and feed them to the crocodiles. The teaching of God is the only thing that is keeping me sane and its the only thing that allow me to think long and hard before I decide to make any radical change or voice of opinion.&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER,to have &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt; to ourselves,we're gonna have to go through a massive bloodbath. Is this what we want? I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this does not mean that I would make peace with these dogs. Sorry. Im just not that stupid. Ego lingers in every hearts and minds. :) They are always gonna be second class to me. And I will always think that they are dogs. And when I walk around them,I walk on their heads. I do not look into their eyes,and its not because im intimidated by their often red eyes (due to taking SYABU and sniffing glue), Its because they are just not entitled or in the position to even have a glance at me for I am a proud DUSUN guy of Sabah,My Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I speak for all the other natives around the world that are being over populated by some other dogs. I speak on behalf the native americans that were robbed by whites and I speak on behalf of the Aboriginals that are being robbed,also by whites. As the Mexicans always say "VIVA LA RAZA!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About another thing. THE COUNTRY OF &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;SABAH&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Doesn't that sound grander? I just found out that we are EQUAL PARTNERS with MALAYA and SARAWAK that forms &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;MALAYSIA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. We are NOT ONE OF THE STATES IN &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;SABAH&lt;/st1:place&gt;. BRUNEI AND SINGAPORE bailed just in time to save their @$$. They had leaders that are well educated and could see well into the future. And so they are richer and are known MORE than MALAY-sia. Kudos to LEE KUAN YEW and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Brunei&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;'s leader at that time to make the decision to opt out of the Malaysian Federation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving some Kelantan-chinese folks in 2010. And the lady that was in the group said "I want to buy some pearls,and bring back to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;". And then her daughter said to her "Mom,Sabah IS in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;". She replied "No,&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt; is DIFFERENT". It strucked me.It REAAALLLY strucked me. When I posted it on Facebook,a lot of the people on my list were like "This if funny!! they dont know that Sabah is one of the states in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;??" They did not see what I see.WE SHOULD BE AN INDEPENDENT COUNTRY OF &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;SABAH&lt;/st1:place&gt;. NOT one of the states in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Even the peninsular Malaysians does not see us as a part of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Which is a good thing if you ask me because we're NOT just another state.We deserve to be a country of our own!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another case was a friend of mine that went to the peninsular Malaysia.Upon arriving ,he went to the money exchange and said "I would like to convert my money into MALAYSIAN currency" . Stupid of him I know, but lets look at this from a different point of view. As stupid as this story may seem,EVEN HE DOESNT SEE HIMSELF AS A MALAYSIAN. HE IS SABAHAN. DO YOU SEE WHERE I AM GOING? ARE U ON THE SAME PAGE AS I AM!????!!!!&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our well known Sabahan prominent political leader tried to bring Sabah out of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. But he was arrested by the ISA. After him, not a single sabahan dared to voice out this idea. I've said this and I'm always gonna say it "Teda guna kau pgi skul tinggi² di luar negeri. ko tidak dapat tulung sabah juga.Makan la ko punya PHD ka ... Doctorate ka!!Sial!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,ONE &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;MALAYSIA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.... WHAT A JOKE!!! hahahaha!!!! BALIK2 3 bangsa yang sama.Balik2 ulang.... M,C dan I.... SATU BANGSA SATU NEGARA? YOU can never unite us la bugger..... kami ada berpuluh bangsa di &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sabah&lt;/st1:place&gt;.... Kami tidak akan pernah bergabung jadi 1 bangsa..... U can forget about that idea and you can shove it up yours.. WHAT IS YOUR UNDERSTANDING OF THE ONE &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;MALAYSIA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; CONCEPT? "My understanding of the 1M concept is "M****U,C**A,I***A" .... Kalau saya mau ckp One Sabah,Im gonna have to fill up one whole page of all the races,ethnics and sub-ethnics in Sabah la boss....Starting with dusun,lotud,kadazan,rungus,murut,bajau sabah,sungai,liwan,sokid,kimaragang etc etc.... Screw 1M idea..... VIVA LA RAZA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very childish. But deep in my heart and in my thoughts, I wish that I had all the money in the world so that I can buy an island somewhere,and live peacefully with my DUSUN PEOPLE.Close to my heart. NO DOGS ALLOWED!!!!! And myb pay all these illegal immigrants to go back to their country and we will build WALLS around Sabah... similar to the wall of &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Berlin&lt;/st1:state&gt; and the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Great wall of China&lt;/st1:place&gt; to prevent them from coming back. BUT THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN. NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS. Mungkin sa akan merajuk dan pindah ke luar negara.. where I dont have to see my COUNTRY of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;SABAH&lt;/st1:place&gt; being over-populated by dogs... SAD scene.. very sad scene....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently,my philipino workers were granted with Mykads... They said "We have inside people" ..... I dont know if that "orang dalam" is local or not.. but I hope she/he rots in hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There... I've said it.... Some may agree and some may not... But all I ask is,read it carefully ... and THINK about it.. Dont be ignorant....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-4363879411533246931?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4363879411533246931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=4363879411533246931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4363879411533246931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4363879411533246931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/sia-tidak-mau-ckp-ba-pasal-ini-tapi.html' title='Sia tidak mau ckp ba pasal ini. Tapi hati sia tidak senang!!!!!! :&apos;( !!!'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-5364290198522295029</id><published>2011-01-08T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T21:18:18.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage.Having a family.Is it a blessing or a curse???</title><content type='html'>So ur in love......and u got engaged last year.... and u wanna get married as soon as u can ... to prove that you are loyal to ur future spouse and "to show" how much u love him/her..... and so u got married......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me... marriage is not something u can joke about... its something that is fckin serious.... and u cant just get married without considering many things that might come your way......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all... u get married... and u want your wedding to be as grand as u can... U want the best gown....u want the best car to send u to church.... and u spend so much money on food...and alcohol ... U used more best-mans and bridesmaid,u used more flower girls...more than any other couple ever had so that u can be different... so that u can be better...resulting in more money to be used on 'angpaos'..... U hire gong players.... live band...karaoke set..... U want to do this so that people would talk about what they had ..and what they saw at ur wedding... the glamour... the wealth and the exclusiveness shown during ur wedding....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens after all the party,and after all the display?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U end up summarizing the amount of money that you have spent for the whole wedding celebration..... the average money lost to organize such weddings nowadays is 50-60K.... wtf??? If u do business with that kind of money,u can generate more!!!! and u can get married 4 of 5 times to your husband or wife already.... hadoi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course ur gonna say " Im only getting married once..... I want it to be perfect..."  are u fucking stupid? its not about the wedding !!! its the long run! its about the marriage!!! sampai ka 50thn kamu kawin? atau baru 2-3 tahun suda bepisah pasal tidak ngam sama gaya laki kamu? bini kamu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Let me ask u something... after u got over with the devastation of seeing how much money u spent on ur wedding..... You(your wife) gets pregnant.... ROCK BOTTOM!!! Now u are reaLLLLLLy thinking... "Oh my gosh!! Am I ready for this!? Am I financially stable to raise a kid/s? Can I wake up 2-3 times in the morning to feed my son/daughter? Can I go to work without enough sleep time? wiLL i falL asleep at work?" nah...... baru mau berfikir? bodoh........... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...So ur salary went up... and now u can afford to buy milk and diapers for ur kid/s....at the same time u can pay biLLs at home... car installment....but,Do u have any fuckin idea of how to raise ur kid? What to teach and what not to teach them? Are u gonna raise them with the way your parents taught u when u were growing up??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua ini kita mau fikir tau..... Bukan sa suka2 condemn orang yang mau kawin... its a good thing.....according to Christian teachings....Its one of the holy sacraments..... at least ur gonna be having sex without committing sin....... But think about what i've said.... and be prepared dari semua segi.... financially,mentally,physically and spiritualy whenever u even think of marriage.... THE END :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-5364290198522295029?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5364290198522295029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=5364290198522295029' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/5364290198522295029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/5364290198522295029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2011/01/marriagehaving-familyis-it-blessing-or.html' title='Marriage.Having a family.Is it a blessing or a curse???'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-3123533888292939118</id><published>2010-10-18T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:06:11.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup..... Life Sux</title><content type='html'>Dont u just wish ur a totaL-super hopeless-Loser sometimes? Somebody who doesnt fckin know anything? Somebody whos is super stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these little talents n all this little knowledge is fckin useless.. U need to be fckin good at something in order for u to stand out..... Fck the term sikit2 lama2 jadi bukit man...... U NEED BUKIT!!! U DONT HAVE TIME FOR SIKIT2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur either a zero,or a hero man.... There's no such thing as half zero-half hero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-3123533888292939118?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3123533888292939118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=3123533888292939118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3123533888292939118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3123533888292939118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/yup-life-sux.html' title='Yup..... Life Sux'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-4191508486857061218</id><published>2010-10-16T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:50:14.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUKIMA.... SIA2 SJA SA BANGGA2 DIA UNDUK NGADAU...... LESBIAN PULA! PA MACIAM LA MAU TUMBUH PADI SACRIFICE DIA NI!!!!?????</title><content type='html'>SIAL!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-4191508486857061218?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4191508486857061218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=4191508486857061218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4191508486857061218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4191508486857061218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/10/pukima-sia2-sja-sa-bangga2-dia-unduk.html' title='PUKIMA.... SIA2 SJA SA BANGGA2 DIA UNDUK NGADAU...... LESBIAN PULA! PA MACIAM LA MAU TUMBUH PADI SACRIFICE DIA NI!!!!?????'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-1129801414977932466</id><published>2010-09-28T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:19:56.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari belajar memaki</title><content type='html'>1.Pukima - Ini kamu tau suda kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Pukitiang - Pookie tiang rumah kau...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Pukiabu - Pookie aunty kau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Pukimai - Pookie uncle kau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Pukising - Ini sa nda tau apa maksud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Pukidog - pookie anjing kau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Pukinek - pookie nenek kau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Pukitai - pookie tahi kau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau anda bencikan seseorang,pastikan anda maki setiap hal berkaitan orang itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-1129801414977932466?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1129801414977932466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=1129801414977932466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1129801414977932466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1129801414977932466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/09/mari-belajar-memaki.html' title='Mari belajar memaki'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-5904674992923630448</id><published>2010-08-17T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T00:51:13.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatta fck is wrong with Indonesia???</title><content type='html'>I heard Indonesia is going into war with Malaysia about the 3 Indonesian marine officers that were arrested. Tidak abis2 oo kan? duLu durang claim tarian Pendet kana curi,masuk dalam Iklan Malaysia Truly Asia.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said this .... and Im gonna say it again.... WHY DO THEY HAVE TO BE SO OFFENSIVE AGAINST THEIR OWN RACE???!!! BUGIS MALAYSIA dari mana?? bukan dari Indonesia??? Jawa Malaysia dari mana? bukan dari Indonesia???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they have forgotten about Parameswara.. The outcast who founded Tanah Melayu... Keturunan Majapahit(Indonesia).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China tidak pernah claim culture durang kna curi oLeh orang2 Cina Malaysia.....&lt;br /&gt;India tidak pernah claim culture durang kna curi oLeh orang India Malaysia.....&lt;br /&gt;Brunei tidak pernah claim culture durang kna curi oLeh orang2 Brunei Malaysia (Sabah)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini satu negara sja yang childish ni... mmg durang ni di lahirkan bodoh kaLi...suda la dtg negeri urang jadi PTI...suda tu mau claim ini ..cLaim itu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im not in any position to say anything about this...... Im not Malay (Im Dusun) ..... but If I had to choose wether to side Malaysian or Indonesia... I'd rather right for Malaysia.... Fck it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-5904674992923630448?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5904674992923630448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=5904674992923630448' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/5904674992923630448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/5904674992923630448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/08/whatta-fck-is-wrong-with-indonesia.html' title='Whatta fck is wrong with 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504419203616945698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creativity strucked me right on the head.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-3203017416433351746?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3203017416433351746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=3203017416433351746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3203017416433351746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3203017416433351746'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-3214113495129021402?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3214113495129021402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=3214113495129021402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3214113495129021402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3214113495129021402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/08/depressive-compulsive-disorder.html' title='Depressive Compulsive Disorder'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-2616908457282124334</id><published>2010-07-24T21:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T21:38:00.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatta fck is the use of a bLOg?!</title><content type='html'>!!! teLL me peopLe ... teLL me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-2616908457282124334?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2616908457282124334/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-4241846319156588231</id><published>2010-07-11T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T20:11:36.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apa maciam buLi wujud bangsa KUMPAU di dunia ini....</title><content type='html'>Definition of KUMPAU: Somebody who brags about themselves ... samaada sengaja atau tanpa disedari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victim: Ui... ko sini puLa kau karaja.....&lt;br /&gt;Kumpau: yeah sini la ni.....&lt;br /&gt;Victim: Sibuk oO kau...&lt;br /&gt;Kumpau: ish...kau tau laini kalau SUPERVISOR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumpau: Huih! ..kau tau tadi... sa begaduh sama workmate sia pasal english.. dia mau lawan english sia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case #3: &lt;br /&gt;Victim: Hui... ko duduk di sebelah Datuk _ _ _ _ _ _ oo kan??&lt;br /&gt;KUMPAU: sa pun bakaL-bakaL juga ba ni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAPA KUMPAU KAWIN MAMA KUMPAU KELUAR ANAK KUMPAU......... ANAK KAWIN KUMPAU JUGA..MAKA BERTERUSAN LA BANGSA KUMPAU SIAL......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-4241846319156588231?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4241846319156588231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=4241846319156588231' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4241846319156588231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4241846319156588231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/07/apa-maciam-buli-wujud-bangsa-kumpau-di.html' title='Apa maciam buLi wujud bangsa KUMPAU di dunia ini....'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-7178538520694527092</id><published>2010-06-10T22:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:46:39.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kima punya Bangsa</title><content type='html'>Waro ogumu bangsa do siaL hiti pogun tokou do Saba.Bonsi'an oku taLaLu ina'natanan bangsa tatih.Korosi oku iman do rokopon oku do korongou nopo&lt;br /&gt;i.s.a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waro uhoton ku jomuyuh natanan ...isai sanganu ditih pogun do Saba?&lt;br /&gt;Okon koh itokou sanganu? Okon koh native sabahan sanganu tana tatih? Abaya'an oku do itokou sanganu tana tatih....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi,nokuro suwai bangsa momorinta tokou?? Nokuro suwai bangsa okuwo do usin mantad tana do itokou???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingkuro do nokokuwo i.c ari tu pti? Idoh nopo bangsa mantad hiLu soborong boh. Agayo iman ginawo arih tu bangsa "M" om parti "U" kokuwo do undi hiti jati... kinuwa'an idoh noh ic ari tu pukima natanan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banar-banar do amu oku arahi....Banar-banar do koridi tih raha ku...nokuro ma'ah diti? idomboh tontob ati tu kosinangsara'an tokou?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-7178538520694527092?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7178538520694527092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=7178538520694527092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7178538520694527092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7178538520694527092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/06/kima-punya-bangsa.html' title='Kima punya Bangsa'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-6137154083373463062</id><published>2010-05-20T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T05:04:26.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AS REQUESTED BY MANY,HERE GOES A POST ABOUT MY 11 DAYS(5th - 16th May 2010) OUTSTATION</title><content type='html'>DAY 1-TAMBUNAN&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2- BEAUFORT&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3- OFF TO TAWAU(Indonesia)&lt;br /&gt;It was a fucking 10 hours drive to tawau from kk. we jalan at 8am and arrive at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;Some cocky people wiLL say "ah..kaLow aku tu 6 jam sha tu aku sampai d tawao".... Ini pasal kami branti2 ...stopped at ranau for lunch.stopped in telupid for 2nd lunch. stopped in Lahad Datu coz my fren need to birak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4-in TAWAU &lt;br /&gt;WORK! and the OFF TO SEMPORNA(or as the local say,SAMPULNA,tho it feels like the philippines)&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at a lodge by the sea. we were not allowed to distribute flyers here because takut di tikam na kami itu tok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 5&lt;br /&gt;WORK!! and then off to KUNAK(Indonesia)&lt;br /&gt;Slept over a lousy hotel where all the drunk illegal imigrants were drunk and shouting like fucking dogs in the middle of the nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 6-KUNAK&lt;br /&gt;WORK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 7-STILL IN KUNAK&lt;br /&gt;WORK!!!  KANA SAMAANNNNNN LAGI SA 1st time sa sampai KUNAK.. siaL!!! &lt;br /&gt;I tell u... never go and pay ur biLLs at the bank in KUNAK.. the officers there are like 10 years back. OLD SCHOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFF TO LAHAD DATO(INDONESIA).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 8-IN LAHAD DATO&lt;br /&gt;WORK! EAT! WORK!! EAT!! SADAP KON LAO MEN AYAM DIA SANA DOVIST!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 9-&lt;br /&gt;WORKED! LEFT FOR SANDAKAN(MANILA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 10-WORKED!! ATE!!! WORKED!! ATE!!&lt;br /&gt;THINGS NOT TO BE MISSED IN SANDAKAN &lt;br /&gt;a.BAH KUT TEH TANAH MERAH... 1st time sia makan bakuteh ada udang...sayur sama ikan... hehehehe.... and the BA LIN (ROOF GARDEN) .. TIADA DI KK BAYINI! MACAM UPPERSTAR TAPI D TINGKAT 7...CAN SEE THE WHOLE OF SANDAKAN CITY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 11&lt;br /&gt;WORKED AND OFF TO KK!!! 3.40 dari sandakang.... sampei d Kekeh 8.30. rekod!! 4 jam 50 minute.... SAMPAI SABAH SUDA BALIK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in time for my audition at Shenanigan's for the open mic. didnt make it to the finals... but at least i was able to drink some beer after (at cocoon) ... LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAH!!! SUDA!! ADA SUDA POST SA AFTER 3 MONTHS!! HAWUUS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-6137154083373463062?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6137154083373463062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=6137154083373463062' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/6137154083373463062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/6137154083373463062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-requested-by-manyhere-goes-post.html' title='AS REQUESTED BY MANY,HERE GOES A POST ABOUT MY 11 DAYS(5th - 16th May 2010) OUTSTATION'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-4110496546996021220</id><published>2010-05-18T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T18:40:05.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been 3 months since my last bLog...</title><content type='html'>and I stiLL aint got shit to say... LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-4110496546996021220?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4110496546996021220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=4110496546996021220' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4110496546996021220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4110496546996021220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-3-months-since-my-last-blog.html' title='Its been 3 months since my last bLog...'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-1808105755410594526</id><published>2010-02-24T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:17:48.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimaaaaarrrrggggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Sial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok 1st... I lost my waLLet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my egg hangus... the whoLe house was fiLLed with smoke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then a big rat went into the house ...I hit it with an umbreLLa with aLL my might tp tidak matiiiiii!!!!????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE SUCKS!!!!!!!!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa punya kerja begitu Oo??? :'(( ..... gaji dia 1 bottle chivas pun tidak buLi beLi OOoOOooOo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feeL Like I have so much potentials in me.... but why cant I find something that I like to doooOOOo????!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God... I need ur heLp..... :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-1808105755410594526?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1808105755410594526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=1808105755410594526' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1808105755410594526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1808105755410594526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/02/kimaaaaarrrrggggggghhhhhh.html' title='Kimaaaaarrrrggggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-8589723843607581579</id><published>2010-02-07T08:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T08:42:13.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop? Or Rock??</title><content type='html'>Once,I was at Island Bar and sang "Bed of Roses". and then one of the visitors there approached me and said "ko biLang ko hip hop? Napa ko nyanyi lagu rock jiwang?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.To be honest. I couldnt counter his remarks.I was quite embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other nite,I was at Cocoon Club with my friends,and I was ready to dance with my baggy jeans,big T,Nike Shoes and Beannie. But there werent many customers there,so the band asked me to sing "bed of roses" with him (again with the same song). I was tipsy,So I sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was singing,again I thought, dressing hip hop tapi nyanyi rock jiwang.. hahaha!!! PALING AWUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking,and I dont think I have the answers. but,here's what I gotta say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my ears started working,I have been exposed to hip hop music in the form of Snoop Dogg, Dr.Dre, and Tupac Shakur. The love for hip hop grew bigger and bigger in me as I grow oLder. But aLong the way I found out that MUSIC is not about hip hop,rnb and souL onLy. It has other genres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/S27ssYSxzAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vNqzq3URyIk/s1600-h/tupac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/S27ssYSxzAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vNqzq3URyIk/s400/tupac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435542047462378498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also discovered my passion for musical instruments. Eg: the guitar and the drums. Common sense, U cant really rap while u strum ur guitar right? let me simplify, U cant really sing the chorus and rap the verses of THE NEXT EPISODE with the guitar right?U need to sing with a guitar.So THAT is when I learnt how to sing.rock songs.. jazz... ballad.. contemporary... etc etc.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/S27sbyZ8BxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/d_2bI0xSOFA/s1600-h/rock_sign.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/S27sbyZ8BxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/d_2bI0xSOFA/s400/rock_sign.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435541762413954834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u wanna know something? I am a dusun guy,and we are known to have this hatred against another race at my hometown of Tuaran,but I think,my involvement with rock music, kinda became the medium between me and this other race that is suppose to be the enemy of my cLan. Because,Rock music represents their race/ethnic,they listen to this kind of music.......and we became friends because they heard me sang "Gadisku" by Amy Search at school once....hahaha.. PEACE WITH MUSIC MY MAN....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How I dress does not stereotype my musicality.Music is not one,but it is many"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velarry Edward Suon Orow Budog Daat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wah,nama muyang pun sa kasi masuk oO. Jan jelous...kamu nda tau nama moyang kamu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-8589723843607581579?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8589723843607581579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=8589723843607581579' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8589723843607581579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8589723843607581579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/02/hip-hop-or-rock.html' title='Hip Hop? Or Rock??'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/S27ssYSxzAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/vNqzq3URyIk/s72-c/tupac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-4710877541997999050</id><published>2010-01-17T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T06:42:15.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a living Breathing ONE MALAYSIA</title><content type='html'>Father: Full Blooded Lotud&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Dusun Tambunan+Chinese Hokkien+Iban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak Lotud,Dusun Tambunan,Kadazan,Bajau,Mandarin,Cantonese,Hakka and Iban. Not to forget,the language they taught us in school,the language u need to pass in order for u to get and SPM certificate from high schooL....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with my Father's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my dad's brothers are mosLems.1 got married to an Indonesian Lady and one with a Philipino Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are HAJIs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather is a DUSUN+CHINESE+IBAN converted into moslem.And he is a Haji as well&lt;br /&gt;1 of my uncle is an USTAZ and one of my aunt is an USTAZAH (She is the head of kadazandusun association in her school)&lt;br /&gt;And another of my aunt is married to a Bajau Man and have 4 kids(My cousins) that I love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CAN WE,SIT ON A TABLE,AND EAT TOGETHER ON XMAS DAY,HARI RAYA,AND CHINESE NEW YEAR?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND U GUYS CANT? (especially those yang d sana soborong rahat) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need i say more? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-4710877541997999050?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4710877541997999050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=4710877541997999050' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4710877541997999050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4710877541997999050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/01/heres-living-breathing-one-malaysia.html' title='Here&apos;s a living Breathing ONE MALAYSIA'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-8439631457039719272</id><published>2010-01-06T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:23:58.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF THEY WANT THE WORD,GIVE THEM THE WORD LA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Manusia² bodoh yang invite² sa masuk group tu ... sorry La.. im not interested in this kinds of shit.. kaLau pasaL satu perkataan mau bising2 .. bagus sa tampar kamu punya kapaLa satu² ... bodoh ... kaLau betuL La durang mau itu perkataan.. bagi durang la ba!!!! apa mau rabut²????!!!! byk lagi perkataan lain yang boLeh describe Tuhan ba!!!!!!!!!! sialllll kamu semuaaaaa!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABBA FATHER!!! KINOROHINGAN!!! GOD ALMIGHTY!!!! Shàngdì!!! Id minamangun!!!Hashem!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah! piLih kamu! IT DOES NOT HAVE TO BE AN ARAB OR A MALAY WORD!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-8439631457039719272?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8439631457039719272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=8439631457039719272' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8439631457039719272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8439631457039719272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-they-want-wordgive-them-word-la.html' title='IF THEY WANT THE WORD,GIVE THEM THE WORD LA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-4779234423888500813</id><published>2010-01-02T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T05:36:31.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deiiii.. punya lama suda sa nda mentaip bLog.. :p APA BA GUNA BLOG NI AH? TEDA² bah.. BUKAN KANA BACA JUGA ... SIAL</title><content type='html'>XMAS.. NEW YEAR.... URANG KAWIN...MABUK MABUK MABUK... WHAT A SUCKY LIFE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-4779234423888500813?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4779234423888500813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=4779234423888500813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4779234423888500813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4779234423888500813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2010/01/deiiii-punya-lama-suda-sa-nda-mentaip.html' title='Deiiii.. punya lama suda sa nda mentaip bLog.. :p APA BA GUNA BLOG NI AH? TEDA² bah.. BUKAN KANA BACA JUGA ... SIAL'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-1532997965848938107</id><published>2009-12-13T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:25:29.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOSSIP!!!!</title><content type='html'>KAMU MAU TAU!!!???? BARU² ni... sa tuLung kawan promo ada minuman free at one of the clubs in kK?? sa invite satu kazen sa(female)... dia ckp "I cannot go there la.... kau tau la sia ni... I have to take care of my standard....." (MANTANG2 ANAK Y.B)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sia compare dia sama satu kawan sia(male)...anak Y.B juga.. dia minum kadai kupi sama kami.. dia ikut kami p mamancing.. dia ikut kami moginum d mana2 saja... tidak piLih tampat punya.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ko tingu punya jauh beza diaaaa!!!???? PHUiiiiiiiiii!!!! menyampah!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-1532997965848938107?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1532997965848938107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=1532997965848938107' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1532997965848938107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1532997965848938107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/12/gossip.html' title='GOSSIP!!!!'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-1161786309636222108</id><published>2009-11-09T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:41:50.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakit ninin sia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been dragging myseLf to the track LateLy.. doing jumps... cardio runs...sprint runs and not to forget ...weights..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit my daiLy visit to the stadium 4 years ago when I found out that I couldnt compete with the naturally born taLent who appears out of nowhere to win medaLs at a competition.... yeah... I retired.. and yeah.. I am back... but not to win any medaLs.. just to live a healthy lifestyle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sore... all over my body... I busted my calf muscle while doing some driLLs last week....my thigh,hamstring and a$$ muscLe just recovered.... My nenen hurts (due to push ups) .... I am lucky that I have pass experience of goin through this pain... if not.. im gonna quit just as sudden as I started... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my advice to aLL u ppL out there (those who exercise) .. Never stop because it is not easy to come back... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happier now that I have my stamina back... all I need now is my speed,my strength and my endurance.... yesterday I jogged from kepayan to penampang stadium... quit far for me... so.. im gLad.. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but peace and love... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yEyE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-1161786309636222108?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1161786309636222108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=1161786309636222108' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1161786309636222108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1161786309636222108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/11/sakit-ninin-sia.html' title='Sakit ninin sia!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-3544141317345569441</id><published>2009-11-02T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:37:01.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tambunan VS Keningau</title><content type='html'>There have been a conference regarding the "Feng Shui" of my hometown the district of Tambunan recently and this ticks me off!!! Fcuk it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently,the people of Tambunan are not happy with how the things are going,economically to be exact. They also want to know why Keningau,which if further away from the big city KK but it is more developed than Tambunan which is closer to KK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Deputy Chief Ministers of Sabah is originally from Tambunan okay? I dont have to say his name because everybody knows him. He is also the Minister of Rural development. They ask this "Why is he not doing something for his birthplace?".&lt;br /&gt;I've been talking to some people I know and this is what they said about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.AJ: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tambunan ADUN sja ma... Keningau Parlimen ma.. itu pasal dia kasi duLuan keningau.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.JD: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sia dgr2 dia tidak mau kasi rusak Tambunan ba. Tambunan is stil quite reserved naturally with all its' greens and water supply...Lagipun Jalan kimanis suda ada..Keningau lebih dekat sama KK suda skrg..People doesnt have to go through Tambunan anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna say these guys are wrong or right.But the 2nd guy appeared to be wiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask me, (If I was the deputy chief minister,and my birthplace is tambunan) of course im not gonna ruin my beloved hometown just for the sake of development. So what if the town is small??? Everybody knows everybody. Where the Chinese speaks Dusun and the Dusun speaks Chinese. So what if you dont have tall buildings and etc?  You have the greens baby! The greens! Thats what controls global warming! Thats what keeps you cool! and thats what gives u fresh air/oxygen! U have fresh water supply! the water is always free! walk to the river and take the water urselF! U dont have to pay for fckin cent! And thats what foreigners are coming to see!!! They wanna see the river!!! They wanna see the mountains!! They wanna see the greens!! they wanna see the waterfallllll.......not skyscraperssss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they have a bigger city,let them have the big city la... U have the greens... Appreciate what you have laaaa..... Masing2 ada keLebihan maaaa...... misti mau bagi-Bagi itu kepentingan baaaa... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduiiiiiiiii Feng Shui master mau tiLik2 nasip lagiii??? Mau tingu itu tampat punya fengshui bagus ka tidak????Buuuuuuduuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Pgi kau tanam kacang panjang sana luar rumah kau... Putung biji sia kalau itu sayur tidak tumbuhhhh.... Subur cukup subur... air cukup air... buLi makannnnn .... tidak payah ada Centre Point tampat mau beli sayur ok?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Su8Jf2Kzj1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/BSWzXRZmmvs/s1600-h/1kolma-moloson+Tambunan+Sabah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Su8Jf2Kzj1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/BSWzXRZmmvs/s400/1kolma-moloson+Tambunan+Sabah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399544920961945426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Su8JnhA3xNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KUgduuIsvzQ/s1600-h/waterfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Su8JnhA3xNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/KUgduuIsvzQ/s400/waterfall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399545052722087122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-3544141317345569441?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3544141317345569441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=3544141317345569441' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3544141317345569441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3544141317345569441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/11/tambunan-vs-keningau.html' title='Tambunan VS Keningau'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Su8Jf2Kzj1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/BSWzXRZmmvs/s72-c/1kolma-moloson+Tambunan+Sabah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-2480441968835675269</id><published>2009-10-15T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:25:40.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>You cant believe how much joy I found when my ticket home was finaLLy bought( aLL expanses paid by my sister :P) I almost kissed the Malaysian soil when I touched down.Hahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this latest bLog I would like to share my experiences of travelling. I went to visit my sister in Dubai,U.A.E. I went to most of the tourism spots last year, so this time there werent that many place to visit anymore. It was so damn hot by the way!!! It was 46 degrees Celsius when I arrived. But I did go to 2 of the other neighbouring states in the UAE which is Sharjah and Al Ajman State. In al Ajman, we went to this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kadai&lt;/span&gt; where all they sold was booze.My sister caLLs it, "heaven".It was situated on a beach at the end of the desert. We encountered some camels and donkeys on our back and along the way, I kinda went down the car and started chasing those donkeys back into the desert just for the fun of it. LOL.Apparently, you get jailed for life whenever you run over a camel. So my advice is,no matter what crime you in the desert, DONT RUN OVER A CAMEL. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SteuFCjHwyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-nzcIV8hXPg/s1600-h/8121_162020560134_689945134_3532030_1715289_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SteuFCjHwyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-nzcIV8hXPg/s320/8121_162020560134_689945134_3532030_1715289_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392970480406217506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SteuA4fjpQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6Gr7IHw3pJo/s1600-h/8523_176648617473_684162473_3716730_3179282_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SteuA4fjpQI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6Gr7IHw3pJo/s320/8523_176648617473_684162473_3716730_3179282_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392970408987436290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Stet9rqrK_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vdhRmgxqck4/s1600-h/8523_176648672473_684162473_3716735_407680_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Stet9rqrK_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/vdhRmgxqck4/s320/8523_176648672473_684162473_3716735_407680_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392970354004798450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Stet6hCnhDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-OzTew92fXY/s1600-h/8523_176648717473_684162473_3716741_3825657_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Stet6hCnhDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-OzTew92fXY/s320/8523_176648717473_684162473_3716741_3825657_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392970299612824626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came the biggest surprise of my life, this year. My sister presented to me a piece of paper that says "MR SUAN/VELARRY DBX - CDG" At 1st I thought CDG stands for CHENGDONG,China. But it turns out to be Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. LOL.Man, I tried hard pretending I wasnt excited. hehehe....Darn. And so I went. We arrived late in the evening and it was a cooL caLm evening. The next day, we hopped on a bus and arrived at the big city in about 30-45 minutes. We took loads of pictures but sadLy, my sister accidently changed the format of the picture and she wasnt able to transfer the photos in the laptop and got lost somewhere along the process. If u dont see any pictures of me at the eiffel tower in facebook, that is the reason. It was everything that I would imagine. Pretty people in fancy clothes waLking on the streets. People riding on bikes. the famous stadium "Stade de France", Zinedine Zidane and Thiery Henry's face at every corner of the city,Le tour de eiffel etc etc. Oh yeah... I went to the place where it says to host the Monalisa painting. Well of course its onLy the replica. Oh yeah! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ada arnab lari2 keLuar dari semak. Hahaha... daLam hati sia,Kalau d kampung ni ..pusas suda ni.. wakakakkak!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SteuL2JPpRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ohRkJ9zYox0/s1600-h/8121_150041715134_689945134_3388835_5754248_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SteuL2JPpRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ohRkJ9zYox0/s320/8121_150041715134_689945134_3388835_5754248_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392970597335541010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least. Kuala Lumpur. I went to KLCC, Padang Merdeka and Tugu Negara. hEhEhE..... 3 of the most famous pLaces in Malaysia. Kalau tidak pgi bukan Malaysian oO... apa durang ckp tu? 1Malaysia? HAHAHAHAHA... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SteuIh3t8jI/AAAAAAAAAHA/O4gbrmwiOU0/s1600-h/8121_150385985134_689945134_3392513_4297488_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SteuIh3t8jI/AAAAAAAAAHA/O4gbrmwiOU0/s320/8121_150385985134_689945134_3392513_4297488_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392970540353712690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Stetx5-PI6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hrBv9wnVTDs/s1600-h/9426_174215125134_689945134_3642002_6829306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Stetx5-PI6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hrBv9wnVTDs/s320/9426_174215125134_689945134_3642002_6829306_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392970151686513570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Stet27Q79VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WkBoVWETGnY/s1600-h/9426_174213355134_689945134_3641993_5170351_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Stet27Q79VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/WkBoVWETGnY/s320/9426_174213355134_689945134_3641993_5170351_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392970237932729682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: My sister bought a standby ticket for me to go to Venice,Italy too and luckily the flight was fuLL. My prayers were answered!!! I get to go home a lot sooner than expected!!!!!!! hEhEhEhE......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-2480441968835675269?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2480441968835675269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=2480441968835675269' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/2480441968835675269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/2480441968835675269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-home.html' title='Im home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SteuFCjHwyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-nzcIV8hXPg/s72-c/8121_162020560134_689945134_3532030_1715289_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-8668422310378781545</id><published>2009-10-01T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:00:29.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born,Raised and wiLL Die a Bornean...</title><content type='html'>I left home on the 25th of August. today is the 1st of October. 2231hrs. It is approximately 36days since I have been out of the house,the town,the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally figured out the term "You will never appreciate what you have until you lose it"... Well,Its not like I've lost somebody or something. but its just that I haven't seen them/it in a while. I miss every single one of them .. I miss every single part of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends and family all over the world.. who have been away from home for so Long...years ..decades......Now,if I may compare myself to them... I have only parted my bed for over a month(ONLY).... But I guess I am not as strong willed as the others.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago,me and my sister had a little karaoke session...I found myself in tears singing Dusun song called "Langad om upus ku" .. I know.Its weak and it portrays gay'ish'ness .. But I could not control myself when I sang the part where it says "Koihad oku sosongulun.." which translates to = I cried alone.... DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I love my hometown that much.... And here's something that I have written a long time ago... when I came to realized the fact that I can never be separated from the land that nurtured me from birth....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My flesh was carved out of the mountains,the hills,&lt;br /&gt;The river runs through my veins,&lt;br /&gt;the mist represents my soul,&lt;br /&gt;The win caress my soul,&lt;br /&gt;the animals roams within me,&lt;br /&gt;Barbaric as that may sound,&lt;br /&gt;Poetic is what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away,Birds may fly,Away,Fish may swim,&lt;br /&gt;But I shall never part my land,&lt;br /&gt;For I would die without the sand calmly in my hand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u,my land,my home.. my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-8668422310378781545?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8668422310378781545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=8668422310378781545' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8668422310378781545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8668422310378781545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/10/bornraised-and-will-die-bornean.html' title='Born,Raised and wiLL Die a Bornean...'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-714950801942288989</id><published>2009-09-13T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T12:41:08.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently,Nobody reads my bLog anymore..</title><content type='html'>Not even boboi@derrick,who always appear anonymous in here... hEhE... weLL.. its ok anyway.. who am I to want somebody come in here and read my bLog right?hEhE (minta kesian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was at church earlier ... and so far, it is the best sermon ever by an American priest. It went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was walking around earlier, and It was so hot! So I went into a supermarket called 'carrefour' and there I saw a lot of 'instant things'. Instant milk powder. Put water and u get miLk.I saw instant noodles. Put water and u get noodles. I saw instant orange juice. Put water and u get orange juice. While I was in there, I ended up at the baby section. And U know what? I saw 'baby powder'. U put water and u get a baby. IM JUST KIDDING" .... *This is the part where everybody laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came his serious part of the sermont. "U cant become an instant Christian. U dont just go to church put water and instantly become a new man, reborn sinless" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that made me think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-714950801942288989?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/714950801942288989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=714950801942288989' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/714950801942288989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/714950801942288989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/09/apparentlynobody-reads-my-blog-anymore.html' title='Apparently,Nobody reads my bLog anymore..'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-3992098918176560253</id><published>2009-08-27T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:45:41.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road... Where does it lead me?and where does it end? :(</title><content type='html'>Remember when we were in school? When the teacher distributes all these forms regarding what you wanna be when u grow up? Yeah .. well.. When I was in primary school.. the 3 top choices were&lt;br /&gt;1.Vetenarian&lt;br /&gt;2.Fireman&lt;br /&gt;3.Teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came high school.... It kinda changed...One time, I was asked to give a talk to my juniors about how I allocate my time for school and play.... right after i was done, the MC kinda asked me what I was gonna be ... I told them i wanted to be a "tukang masak"... every single person in that hall laughed at me.. hahaha...!! I was serious u know... well... thats what I did .. After highschool.. I went for culinary art course at one of the suckiest college in KK... I wasnt able to complete my studies due to my financial difficulties... :( But its ok .. I learnt that education is not everything.. It helps u in a way.. but nothing beats experience...Well .. at least thats what they say ... And I also realized that im not the type that stands in a big warm room where everybody rushes in and out trying to cope with today's culinary demand....the head chef screaming at you ... etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when I tried my luck at tourism... I went for my tourist guide course and I was awarded with a license.. yeah.. So I thot this was it... Im an adventurous person.. I like nature and I like to go out there and explore.. I kinda like the money and the tips at 1st ... but ... It got me thinkin.. Its just not me...Its just not me to fake a smile ... and lie to foreigners about whats good about this and that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kinda took a break from tourist guiding.. But I still renew my license from time to time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I found out about how interesting it would be to take up photography.... yup... I learnt about it from the internet... Books and experienced friends.... But it is such a costly career... A camera itself costs more than what I can afford.. not to mention the maintenance... and the upgrades u need to do with it... to be able to produce and present good artwork...... I have taken this one on consideration.. I still like it ... but ... I dont know wether or not to continue with it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that is on my mind right now is ..... music... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUSIC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MUSIC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;MUSIC&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love it... That is all i could think of ... Its my life.. its everybody's life... Its right there waiting for me to grab it by it's end.. But why? Why dont I get the opportunity... And WHEN!? When is my time?! When will the opportunity come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the time being.. life kinda hangs there..... But I heard the we should never give up on what we love ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(last2 ada juga post sa...) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-3992098918176560253?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3992098918176560253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=3992098918176560253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3992098918176560253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3992098918176560253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/08/road-where-does-it-lead-meand-where.html' title='The Road... Where does it lead me?and where does it end? :('/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-6412251737764935557</id><published>2009-08-11T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:34:23.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh...</title><content type='html'>I still aint got no $h|+ to bLog about.. where have the inspiration gone!!!!???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-6412251737764935557?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6412251737764935557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=6412251737764935557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/6412251737764935557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/6412251737764935557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/08/sigh.html' title='Sigh...'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-3306335929274922951</id><published>2009-07-20T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:59:15.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im toO layzee to bLog+I dont have anything to say...</title><content type='html'>*Scratch my head..&lt;div&gt;*Rub my forehead...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder..... wonder..... Wonder.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yup! its confirmed! I aint got shit to say.. Sorry mate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-3306335929274922951?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3306335929274922951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=3306335929274922951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3306335929274922951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3306335929274922951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-to-layzee-to-blogi-dont-have.html' title='Im toO layzee to bLog+I dont have anything to say...'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-7053055033726389963</id><published>2009-06-16T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T12:41:14.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets me and my family had .....and a cat named "Mamau".. Please read,so that u'd believe... even cats can go psycho!</title><content type='html'>Okay.. This is a 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; attempt after I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;accidently&lt;/span&gt; delete my 2000 words typed ... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;buduhh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We had many family pets ... Dogs,Cats,Bird,Reptiles.. Etc.... Etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Surih&lt;/span&gt;. He was a black dog. I think he was mix-breed. German Shepherd+&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kampung'perd&lt;/span&gt;. He was a smart one. He goes fishing with us and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; spot was in front of my dad's boat. He always jumps into the water 1st and I think &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why my bro was nicknamed "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Surih&lt;/span&gt;". Because of the big splash he makes whenever he goes into the water,due to his "physiques" ..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!It was a rainy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Surih&lt;/span&gt; got hit by a lorry. He died on the spot. Dad held him in his hands and I think my sister cried. Or was it my bro? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;... We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;burried&lt;/span&gt; him and had a small crucifix on it's grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is Rambo. He was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Surih's&lt;/span&gt; loyal sidekick. He was never brought to sea because he was in charge of the house. He was white with brown patches. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How did we lose him?..  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;He got stuck in a barbwire and left a small cut behind his neck.. A part where he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; lick? It rot and maggots were all over him... We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; afford treatment so my dad told an Indonesian guy to put him to sleep. He tied him in a sack. Hit his head with a wood and threw him into the river. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was Jack. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; fucking know what breed he was. He was huge! and he was out of control. He bites everyone on sight and my dad sent him away to mate with some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; guy who breeds &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GErman&lt;/span&gt;-Shepherd. The guy had to shoot him after he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kiLLed&lt;/span&gt; one of the females. Sad ending for a very angry Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mynah&lt;/span&gt;. It was a mocking bird. Our favorite line &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;comin&lt;/span&gt; out of him was " &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kimak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;punya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anak&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nanti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kamu&lt;/span&gt; ah!" ... and I will leave that for u to guess where he copied that from.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;We also had a slow loris.Locally known as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tonduyutung&lt;/span&gt;.He died because he shared a cage with 7puppies. The puppy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poopies&lt;/span&gt; are deadly i think. Too much for it to handle. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;End of part 1. We moved to a new house in 1994_________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a bigger space for pets now.And so we did. We had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt; who was a small black &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt; dog... She holds the record having the most puppies .. all 13 of them.. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;! She was taken by a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;filipino&lt;/span&gt; guy for lunch... or dinner... She had her pussy inside out... I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what they call that in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; but my mom calls it "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tarabakon&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then  we had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chipy&lt;/span&gt;... died at home after being hit by a car while having a dead horse for lunch on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tuaran&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kota&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Belud&lt;/span&gt; highway... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!.. My bro gave him some painkillers and I think he died when the drug effect went away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mynah&lt;/span&gt;. And this time. He died when he tried to push it's head through the cage... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dumbass&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a python named James. He was an EATER... He eats almost everyday.. and He was growing up like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;heLL&lt;/span&gt;! ... We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; afford one chicken everyday so we sent him to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rasa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Resort's&lt;/span&gt; mini zoo... this one died trying to escaped.... His aquarium's cover &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;himpit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sampai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mati&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least.  Our cat,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mamau&lt;/span&gt;..... He is one dumb+crazy+psychotic cat... White Fur.... Blue Eyes.... got him from my mom's friend.. I think it was our fault that he went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kuhrayzee&lt;/span&gt;.. We took him away from the mother before he could eat (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sebelum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;berpisah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;susu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dengan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ibunya&lt;/span&gt;).... I had to feed him with "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;susu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sekolah&lt;/span&gt;" by forcing a pen into his mouth... He grew up well.... but now.... he scares me...he'll go to the carpet end and suck on the carpet's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lipur&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lipur&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt;... yang &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taLi&lt;/span&gt;2... and now...even worse.... he's out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everynite&lt;/span&gt; with girls .....having sex until morning... I think he has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;syphilis&lt;/span&gt;..  Dia punya kepala berkurap....yucky!.. and im gonna get rid of him.. Sorry mamau!! cant afford treatment for u!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-7053055033726389963?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7053055033726389963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=7053055033726389963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7053055033726389963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7053055033726389963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/06/mari-belajar-memaki.html' title='Pets me and my family had .....and a cat named &quot;Mamau&quot;.. Please read,so that u&apos;d believe... even cats can go psycho!'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-3385441252279400204</id><published>2009-06-04T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:57:57.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKING</title><content type='html'>I wanna taLk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;MY FUCKING friends !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish all my guy friends were single.. that way we can hang out without their girlfriends tailing them aLLLLLL fucking time. Its not like im jealous or anything (sissy tone) .. but u know how it is.. when ur with ur guyfriends.. ur not suppose to be textin/calling ur gf....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I wish we can hang out aLLLLLL fucking time...do fun/crazy shits together....but that would be much fun tho.. coz we'LL have nothing to fucking taLk about... right? okay .. ditch that.... we'll meet seldomly ... that way we'LL have fucking things to taLk about like fucking many.. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.I wish I can introduce aLLL my fucking friends from another group to aLL my fucking friends from another group ....But I know that would never work.. I tried that once... and this friend from the fucking so called rich ppL group tried to pick fight with my friends from the "bad boy" group.. hahaha.. Lucky I manage to control the situation ... coz who knows what mght happen .. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My FUCKING Enemies&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh yeah.. I aint got no fucking enemies....LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;MY FUCKING GIRLS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.Like them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.Love them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.Want them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.Need them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.Aint got any of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6.Will never get any of them... LOL!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Damn im so fucking bored.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-3385441252279400204?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3385441252279400204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=3385441252279400204' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3385441252279400204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3385441252279400204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/06/fucking.html' title='FUCKING'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-696080219984454422</id><published>2009-05-22T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:38:48.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have so many things to say.. so here goes everything....</title><content type='html'>3.16am ... Im sitting here alone at our stall in KDCA..... I volunteered to stay here for the night in fear that our cooking equipments.. the tables and the chairs might catch the eyes of thieves.. Im dead sleepy ... but Im gonna wait until the end of this post ... then I'mma go crash in my sweet hoteL savvyfornia.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot have happened to me in these past weeks.....one thing that is bothering me is "her" ...... Yes.. for the 1st time in 2 years.....im finally attracted to my oPposite sex again... Its not like I was gay or anything.. but once or twice in ur life u might go through an experience of such....(or maybe its just me) ... LOL ... I like her.... and she seems to be responding well....addressing me as "Mi amor" ? Thats suppose to mean something right? but its always like that kan? kes kes perasan .. and im always a victim... Maybe the fact that I allow myself to trip ... yeah... that explains it.....(tanya jawap sendiri ...I guess this is what happens when ur alone.. Wakakakaka!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaanyway.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can land her.. *fingers crossed* ...I kinda miss the time when I was with a girl... the huggin... the kissin... the argument.. the moment where I put my hand to the side of her face and kiss her on the forehead(my fav) ... LOL!!! ....Im not the jiwang type la.... but If im with a girl.. I try my best to be a gentle-man... and the last time I check...It is not a crime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that... The pipe here just burst...next to our stall....and so much water is going out ... I can call the maintenance crew but I doubt anyone would come and fix it at this time of the day.... tiapalah ba kan? kasi rugi KDCA sikit.. RM3200 oo satu stall..and they have like... 30 stalls all around here...do the math guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah.. kLa.. sa mengantuk suda.... sa p tdur luk la... kima...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-696080219984454422?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/696080219984454422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=696080219984454422' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/696080219984454422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/696080219984454422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-so-many-things-to-say-so-here.html' title='I have so many things to say.. so here goes everything....'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-7983510446271061401</id><published>2009-05-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:16:35.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Male versus Female</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SgrjeowtYSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vLfY6ygMl0s/s1600-h/boys+%26+girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335326824051073314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SgrjeowtYSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vLfY6ygMl0s/s320/boys+%26+girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a joke at" the "laughter is the best medicine" section on reader's digest once.... and I am going to start this new post with that particular joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When God created man.. and Woman... He had trouble deciding with HIS last 2 gifts... So HE called up Adam and Eve ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almighty: Okay... I have 2 gifts in my sack right now... Who wants to go 1st?&lt;br /&gt;Adam:Me ! Me! Me!&lt;br /&gt;Almighty: Okay Adam... U get to pee while standing up....&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Yes!!! Thats cooL!Thanks Poppa!...&lt;br /&gt;Almighty: Do not celebrate yet.... Eve.. You are next......&lt;br /&gt;Eve: .....&lt;br /&gt;Almighty: U get to have (drum rolls) ... Multiple Orgasm.....&lt;br /&gt;Eve: Yay!! Thanks Pop!&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Oh mannn!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ... now to my main points ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ... You girls get to have multiple orgasms.... and that is the ONE thing guys sure wanna have too....but bear in mind that u have to give birth to children... Bleed once every month,followed by migraines and severe abdominal pains (which is not fun at all, I know.. I kinda feel the pain when i am around girls with MS).... That is not something guys would do... not in another million lifetime....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess God knew what he was doing.... he balanced everything up... kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are so much better than guys.. in every single way.. and i mean.. in Aaaaaaaa-very single way..... They have more will power... They are so much stronger (mentally)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happened lately is that girls are becoming more and more egoistical (with their qualifications .. achievements and all) ....meaner in words..... and most are turning into "players" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know... Maybe im just softer "inside" than most guys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But girls are suppose to be the sweeter part of God's creation ba..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are suppose to stand there by their man.. and walk through life with her man... giving full support in no matter what her man does.... But now that the cultural barrier is so much smaller... girls tend to go for guys who are ... bigger and better in every way that is above average for us, Sabahan guys...the ethnic sabahans.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the statements I got from my day to day life experience with girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Sia mau kawin urang putih supaya anak sa handsome2.. cute2... tinggi2... mancung2 idung"&lt;br /&gt;- "Sia mau kawing urang itam abis "BASAR"&lt;br /&gt;- "Sia mau kawin urang putih supaya sa dapat lari dari malaysia"&lt;br /&gt;- "Budak2 sabah kuat moginum..teda wawasan.. teda pendirian..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I say to that?&lt;br /&gt;"JADI APA LA KAMI MAU MAKAN????!!!!" Wakakakak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls have so much easier options than guys u know... They dont have to worry about satisfying their man.... and they dont have to worry about wether or not they can provide for the family .... For guys...saiz mau ngam oo... kalau kicil mana urang putih mau! ... wakakaka!!! kalau teda duit lagi.. bye bye gaman... hehehe..Im saying this based on facts ok ? And not every single one of u blog readers doesnt know that this is indeed true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrations is all that is left in me.. I just hope things can be back to normal again.. where girls can be what they are suppose to be ..."The sweeter part of God's creation"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-7983510446271061401?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7983510446271061401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=7983510446271061401' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7983510446271061401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7983510446271061401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/05/male-versus-female.html' title='Male versus Female'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SgrjeowtYSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vLfY6ygMl0s/s72-c/boys+%26+girls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-7099579814752053234</id><published>2009-04-28T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:57:33.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you have kids and raise them in "this" world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SffdxRKa9uI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rDa8ojI0tpw/s1600-h/baby-gown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329972522506712802" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SffdxRKa9uI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rDa8ojI0tpw/s320/baby-gown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been thinking a lot lately.. Ever since I knew and experienced how the real world works... Murder... Corruption.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pollution&lt;/span&gt;.. Discrimination.... Wars.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pandemic&lt;/span&gt; diseases... Epidemic diseases...Global warming *sigh* ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who are too naive... and too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ignorant&lt;/span&gt; too see and notice these things are prone to have many big surprises through life for they have never think about the future...and whats coming their way....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to say... " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; gonna get married and have as many children as I can... " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I said " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; gonna get married... and have children according to my financial stability... more money .. more kids.. less money .. less kids" ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I say " I wanna get married ... but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to have kids... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do I say this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not because I hate kids.. I love kids.... I wanna have boys and girls..... and I wanna pick names.. I wanna teach them languages... I wanna teach them my culture and tradition.. I wanna raise them in a Catholic way.... I wanna play soccer with them... and I would surely want to see them succeed in life and evaluate how well have I raised them.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buy like I said.. considering the fact that this world is never ever gonna be the same again ... with wars being fought everywhere around the world.. global warming issue... pollution.. Is this the the world u want to raise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; kids in? Would it be wise? Would they grow up according to plan with all this bad influences coming from their surroundings?......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know what you are going to say next..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Its our destiny to have kids.. Its our responsibility..... It would be selfish to have all the riches in the world but only have it to yourself.. instead of sharing it with a wife... or kids.. plus... Religion wise... It is said in the bible that we are here to multiply and populate the world... It is our calling... Take this challenge and grow... "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; it be much more fulfilling and much more charitable to raise homeless orphans?Give them food,shelter and love for they are unwanted by their biological parents? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; u think we would get more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bLessings&lt;/span&gt;/Gratia from above if we did this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;......................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To have or not to have? That is the question to ask.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S: It would be nice to have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; girl or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;boi&lt;/span&gt;.. running around carrying my genetics... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-7099579814752053234?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7099579814752053234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=7099579814752053234' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7099579814752053234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7099579814752053234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/04/would-you-have-kids-and-raise-them-in.html' title='Would you have kids and raise them in &quot;this&quot; world?'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SffdxRKa9uI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rDa8ojI0tpw/s72-c/baby-gown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-7085533173033289784</id><published>2009-04-21T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:24:59.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lin si lin yong!!!!! Hi sei lah!!!</title><content type='html'>Have u ever met a person that would never admit that he/she lost a conversation with you? They always wanna win no matter what. Even if u manage to prove that they are wrong, they stiLL wont admit the lost.. and at every topic of conversation ur having ... he or she wiLL start his sentence with.. "Kalau SAYA... " .. or "Kalau KAWAN SAYA..." .. "kalau ADIK SAYA,KAKAK SAYA, ABANG SAYA... BAPA SAYA ... MAMA SAYA .. UNCLE SAYA " ... Pendek kata... EVERYTHING IS ABOUT THEM... AND THEY WIN IN EVERYTHING....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contoh perbualan:NEUTRAL: Bola itu bulat.Si Bodoh yg sombong: Tidak .. boLa itu tidak buLat.. boLa itu segi empatKesimpulan: they know they are wrong but they wont admit it.. Just a simple conversation to give you the idea what Im trying to tell u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a much complicated sample check this outNeutral: Punya panas tu aircon... berpeluh2 sy dalam keretaSi Bodoh Yang Sombong : Mana ada panas tu.. Sejuk pun tu tadi sa cuba...(Lalu dia pun pergi menghidupkan kereta dan ternyata aircon kereta itu rosak dan panas... dia langsung puLang ke rumah kerana terlalu maLu dengan kebodohannya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people who are naturally born this way and we categorize them as ...well actually we dont know what to call them coz they can be a pain in the arse .. the thing is .. they are not aware of this .. and it itches me to say it to their face .. A little something like this...... "Ei geng... Kanapa ba gaya kau begini ni ? kenapa ba kau nda pandai kalah ni? Kurang ka baras mama kau kalau kau kalah satu kaLi??? Suda ampai2 kau tidak dapat lawan urang punya ckp kau masi mau manang.. dari mana ba kau balajar gaya kau begini ni??? Coz as far as I know ... Mama Bapa kau urang baik2 owh.. very down to earth.. and here you are taLking about what u know and what u have .. being conceited ... being cocky ..and being vain ... Sa lama suda mau ckp sama kau ba ni.. tapi sa sabarrrrrr sja .. apa maciam la gelfren/boyfren kau tahan sama kau ni?? ... Suda la tinggi diri... cakap besar.... kalau pun ko kaya. kalau pun ko pandai.. jangan la ba tayang2 .. urang sendiri buLi nampak ba ... Are u aware that you are being isolated by your frens.. your family? Kalau kau start beckp.. urang sekeliling kau satu2 pusing trus jalan.. pura2 pgi tandas.. pagi makan?? Ko sedarkah?????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I had the guts&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That is what I would say to this handfull of people who are not aware that they are irritating and annoying ALLLLLLLLLLL the time.. To judge a friend is the last thing I would do..Coz i was taught to accept a friend just the way they are.... Tapi kalau begini punya haL .. Kita tidak buLi kasi biar suda.. kita mesti ckp terus terang sama durang .. sebab kalau kita simpan dalam hati.. nanti kita sendiri jadi sot... coz as a friend.. it is our responsible to stop this agony from growing.. jangan sampai durang didik anak durang with this way.. which is to KASI BESAR DIRI durang d depan urang lain... We dont want a community that talk big.. but we want a community that is down to earth and humble... Urang tua2 ckp " Biar diam asal penuh.. jangan bising tapi kosong"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sayang sekali.. Its not our nature to tell it to their face... So what can we do?? NOTHING.. We gonna have to learn how to ignore them.. and just let them be cocky.. arrogant...vain .. conceited... etc... etc... SENDIRI MAU PIKIR LA GENG!!!!!! Itu umpama cerita dongeng raja yang telanjang.. rakyat nampak dia bogel.. tapi rakyat tidak brani kasi pakai dia baju .. abis takut dia maLu.. jadi dia kana kasi biar sja talanjang sampai dia mati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's no point of me typing this down because it wont change anything.. but.. Im bored.. and I've been having this on my mind for a Longgggggg time now.. and .. its good to finally take it out of me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-7085533173033289784?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7085533173033289784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=7085533173033289784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7085533173033289784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7085533173033289784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-u-ever-met-person-that-would-never.html' title='Lin si lin yong!!!!! Hi sei lah!!!'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-1858242519478362459</id><published>2009-04-10T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:26:31.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends? Acquaintance? or none what-so-ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sd9yfBGFBzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MU8EPFVTCCU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323099161770657586" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sd9yfBGFBzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MU8EPFVTCCU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry. I have to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people that I thought were friends of mine but for some reason they just seem to ignore me and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know if its only me who think this way, they are avoiding me most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added them on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, Yahoo Messenger and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; Messenger. They approved me but when I sent them a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; through any of these three, no reply at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dead confused.....Should I care? Should I ignore them..or... *sigh* .. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know what to say or do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried ignoring them most of the time... I deleted them from my list.. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; send any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;msgs&lt;/span&gt; whatsoever to further humiliate myself........ BUT.... when I see them outside(of the Internet World) .. at the club... in town or on the streets.... they act like they like me...and wants to be friends with me.. they talk to me..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;...but I can see it in their eyes and in their smile.... that they are not as sincere as they were before the first time we met...... FAKE smiles.. and eyes are not set at u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I made some mistakes...and I apologized to every single one of them... But I guess they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;arent&lt;/span&gt; the type who forgive and forget..... I just hope they say it to my face... that they are uncomfortable whenever I am around.. that I ruin the fun ..I can always stay out of their way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sampai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; yang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;terhegeh&lt;/span&gt;² &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mau&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pgi&lt;/span&gt; greet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;diorang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. Say hi... &lt;em&gt;Tanya &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;khabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... .... :( I know .. its not wrong to lower &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ur&lt;/span&gt; ego.. stoop down and try to make friends with people who despises u... but .. there's a limit to how low I can bring my ego down.... I wish I can give up and just spit at their face whenever i see them and give them the middle finger.. But I cant ... I just cant..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during this lent... I just want to forgive myself... and forgive them... "forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sins against us" ... A nun once told me.. "Forgive and forget .. and if they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; forgive you.. they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;wiLL&lt;/span&gt; be haunted by their own grudge and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;vengeance for the rest of their life&lt;/span&gt;" .... One more thing " To fuck is human..to forgive is devine..... Open confession ni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope.. u wiLL hate me less in the future....coz I started off with wrong foot... lets just start all over again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi ... My name is Velarry... but ppL caLL me yEyE.... I have a big mouth.. but i am now learning to keep it low.... so if u used to know me as this guy with a big mouth.. please dont be puzzled with the silence"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-1858242519478362459?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1858242519478362459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=1858242519478362459' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1858242519478362459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1858242519478362459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/04/friends-acquaintance-or-none-what-so.html' title='Friends? Acquaintance? or none what-so-ever?'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sd9yfBGFBzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MU8EPFVTCCU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-1968377746986299637</id><published>2009-04-06T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:40:11.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is beautiful when it ends with purity..</title><content type='html'>It was a few months ago when my adopted bro broke the news to us.. that Judith (his wife) was havin complications with her pregnancy.Unfortunately her baby had "her" brain growing abnormally outside of "her" skull. It wasnt long after when "she" was mature enough to be operated out of "her" mother's womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03/04/09. 3pm. The baby was safely taken out via C-section. The doctor predicted that she could only survive 3 hours. Fr.Nicholas was there to baptist her. Angelica was her Christian name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06/04/09 11.30am. I was polishing my car when my bro signalled the passing of baby Angelica. She was one tough little girl. She managed to prove the doctors wrong whn she lived a 3 days life instead of 3 hours as predicted. It was trully a sign of determination and the will to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We escorted her back to Tuaran for her funeral. It had to be done on the same day because of some strong beliefs that we still have in our culture. We had our prayers and waited a while for the rain to pour less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdnylKmnXHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qxiMkUc2C4E/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321551155030350962" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdnylKmnXHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qxiMkUc2C4E/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her small Crucifix and her small umbrella. :) . And for some unknown reason, me and some other friends were able to smell incents in the air, which is impossible because it was raining cats and dogs at the cemetery. I believe that it was a good sign. It was and emotional evening for us.... My eldest bro who is as cold as ice cried like a baby as told by mom "He never cried like this before" ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdnzDUqEsBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/42Xn-4075T0/s1600-h/Snapshot093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321551673125285906" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdnzDUqEsBI/AAAAAAAAAEs/42Xn-4075T0/s320/Snapshot093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the funeral.. I went home ... and as soon as I got into the house,mom asked me... "Did u feel anything strange on the way home?" ....I said "No" .. thats when she showed me a pretty butterfly the size of my palm on the wall...... :'( .... Again .. it shows.. that she is somewhere up there.... smilling.. as an angel... [ According to our traditional beliefs.. a butterfly that shows up in ur house is a sign that somebody wiLL be visiting soon.. and I would like to believe that it was her... :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace Angelica.&lt;br /&gt;03/04/09 - 06/04/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-1968377746986299637?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1968377746986299637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=1968377746986299637' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1968377746986299637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1968377746986299637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-few-months-ago-when-my-adopted.html' title='Life is beautiful when it ends with purity..'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdnylKmnXHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/qxiMkUc2C4E/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-7338518978549488017</id><published>2009-03-30T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:48:44.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is being single a bad thing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdG8h7E7B5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/i68J3M-Ig5c/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdG8h7E7B5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/i68J3M-Ig5c/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319239925881309074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have encountered many queries about my single life. I am not in anyway married nor am I in a relationship just to define "single".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are u single? Why dont u find a girlfriend/lover? Ko tlampau memilih mangkali baini?tlampau byk mungkin ko punya mainan ni"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Its not about being choosy people...&lt;br /&gt;Do u wanna know why?Its because I can not afford a girl.At least not anytime soon. And u know what comes next.&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you need money to have a girlfriend?Money is not everything u know.. All u need is love" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not serious are you? *smile* What a lie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is everything in a relationship if you ask me. You need money to make her happy... Buy her things.. flowers.. gifts.. bring her out for a movie.. for dates and support her in anyway u can...If she's happy .. u're happy.....If u cant provide her with anything.. then u might as well be single..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jangan la ba cari yang materialistik.. cariLah yang simple girl...or at least a working girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ckp senang ging... Ko ingat senang ka cari prempuan yang tidak materialistik?.. walaupun dia simple.. tidak materialistic... but im sure u want a girl who knows how to look good for you...If u ask me .. I wouldnt want a girl who does not know how to dress herself up..or put make up on her face.... or use perfume on her body.. kan? kan? kan? And about her having a job and all.. dia ada other commitments ma kan? She has her family and maybe she has a little bro in school that she needs to support.. Its her responsible ma kan? Nah.... Takkan kau mau minta dia puLa? wah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never act dumb and pretend that I dont care about all this major details..*pause* .... Maybe I can? seduce somebody that I like ... and be in a relationship and shuts everybody up? ... Which is a stupid thing to do... she would probably end up falling for some rich guy who can afford to buy her things and give her happiness..and dump a loser like me just like that... That happens all the time ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me ask you something... Is it wrong to think ahead before you jump into something that might hurt u at the end of the day? Im that type of a person... So I guess im gonna have to let go of all those fine ladies that im going crazy for and let them find a man that can make them happy  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-7338518978549488017?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7338518978549488017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=7338518978549488017' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7338518978549488017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7338518978549488017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-being-single-bad-thing.html' title='Is being single a bad thing?'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdG8h7E7B5I/AAAAAAAAAEE/i68J3M-Ig5c/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-882900548854636970</id><published>2009-03-29T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:01:12.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Ever Singing Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdBeZg7oe1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/92pCcGysCw0/s1600-h/3544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318854952354347858" style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdBeZg7oe1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/92pCcGysCw0/s320/3544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7pm- I had to rush out of the house because I couldnt afford to miss the briefing. As soon as i got there, BAD NEWS. I called Mark Mojitoh (the organizer ) earlier to inform him that I wish to use the existing karake CD there only to know that the CD is broken. So I went to the nearby CKS mart to look for the CD but it was one unsuccesful attempt. I drove back to Kepayan and tried my luck at the office. My CD was lying on my office desk. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made it just in time for the briefing. There were 13 contestants and I was the 11th contestant to perform. While waiting for my turm to come, me and this other contestant, Bobby Matius (Last constestant to perform) made fun of the other contestants. It wasnt evil but honestly a way to get rid of the nervousness we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.05am- Eventually my turn came (&lt;em&gt;Ngam btl tu time kan? Awal pagi menyanyi.HAHA!).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The MC who introduced me was Davelyne and she asked me a few Qs before I started singing. My knees and my hands were shaking like heLL man!! ...I couldnt control it and it was pretty obvious I think. My 1st song was ok. It wasnt until halfway then I found the momentum to sing it properly. I struggled through my 2nd song. My throat was as dry as sand... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdBetyPxm8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/JcyTkxf_hqA/s1600-h/3543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318855300599618498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdBetyPxm8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/JcyTkxf_hqA/s320/3543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdHsoAt-0-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/vZWJpDqn7vM/s1600-h/yeyeII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319292807033050082" style="WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdHsoAt-0-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/vZWJpDqn7vM/s320/yeyeII.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can never describe how glad I was to reach the end of my excruciating performance. Then comes the time for the judges to give out comments. Somehow I feel like I was in Akademi Fantasia or something. hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdHsXhh-EZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jYRAQFB1_hQ/s1600-h/yeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319292523783262610" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdHsXhh-EZI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jYRAQFB1_hQ/s320/yeye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1st judge (Monica Ongkosing) : Korosi koh ogi? (Which is Lotud for - U were scared were u?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: Hatei! Bang moita-ita oku poh ( Lotud for - I wish I was drunk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I could actually hear Othoe laughed in the crowd. Probably the fact the he's the only one who understood the conversation. hEhE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Judge: I like the way u used the stage. It was a good try. Be more creative with ur performance next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Me: Thanx..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2nd Judge (Diana Tuning) : I dont feel like im at you in a singing competition.. I feel like im looking at you at your own concert...In the future,U shud try considering going your own way and singing at your own concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Wow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Judge : ur 2nd song is a bad choice tho... it was too long... 5 minutes is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: 6 to be exact....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Judge: I can see that you had a difficult time to sustain the high note at the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Judge: God Bless you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Thx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not hear a word what the 3rd judge was saying.. all I got was "dua-dua lagu" ... haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well .. I didnt make it to the finals... but overall ... I had fun (making fun of the other contestants...) and I will surely keep this precious experience close to me mind and heart..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-882900548854636970?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/882900548854636970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=882900548854636970' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/882900548854636970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/882900548854636970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-ever-singing-competition.html' title='My First Ever Singing Competition'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SdBeZg7oe1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/92pCcGysCw0/s72-c/3544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-3774223816441141506</id><published>2009-03-21T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:16:54.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm NO player....</title><content type='html'>There have been some speculations and accusations that i'm a "player" (Player as in, a guy who lies,cheats and wrongly doing girls, womanizer, playboy etcetera etcetera.) However you want to describe a player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I know, and some I barely know or just met seems to be really good at judging. I do not blame them at all. I find no reason to get hurt with these mean and and cruel comments. Comments like:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ko tau ka napa teda prempuan suka kau? Muka ko nda buli trust ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" Mr.D&lt;br /&gt;* "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ko player o kan yE&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; " Ms.E&lt;br /&gt;* " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Casanova o kau kan?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; " Ms.W&lt;br /&gt;* " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You need to shave your eyebrow, It makes you look like a liar/player &lt;/span&gt;" Mr.V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Names have been removed to avoid unwanted confrontations :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of "proud" and sucking everything in like they were compliments because as far as I know, a player have always been defined as somebody (guy or gal) who is very good with words, good looking and have a way around the opposite sex. While I, on the other hand is the OTHER WAY ROUND. I am ugly and girls despise me. I'm somewhat jerkish and unfortunately an ASS to them because I say things to their face. I am no lie thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I am single makes things worst. I've been single for more than  2 years now and people think that I have been jumping on and off from one girl to another all this while. I can not the deny the fact that im not the type that commits but I also can not deny the fact that im somewhat disturbed by these statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no player people. I am a freakin loser. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-3774223816441141506?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3774223816441141506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=3774223816441141506' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3774223816441141506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3774223816441141506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-no-player.html' title='I&apos;m NO player....'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-6336414388268497887</id><published>2009-03-13T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:53:49.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-6336414388268497887?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/6336414388268497887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=6336414388268497887' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/6336414388268497887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/6336414388268497887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-do-we-stop-global-warming.html' title=''/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-7178140156212658098</id><published>2009-03-07T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:40:25.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mau kasi puas hati Christina ... hehe</title><content type='html'>1. What is your name : Velarry&lt;br /&gt;2. A four letter word : Vain&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's name : Vidic&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's name : Violette&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : ?? i have no idea... LOL! Voctor? wakkakakkakakka&lt;br /&gt;6. A color : bah... matai..  Vurple? wakakkakakkakkakkak!!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear: Valcro ...&lt;br /&gt;8. A food : Vizza..... :P&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: Vhampoo&lt;br /&gt;10. A place : Virginia USA&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late : Voke up late.... waakakaka!!!&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you'd shout : Vukima.... wakakakakkak!!!!&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title : Valkyrie&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink : Vodka!!!&lt;br /&gt;15. A musical group : Vetallica...&lt;br /&gt;16. An animal : Viger? Vion? Vat? Vog? hahaha... I dont know any&lt;br /&gt;17. A street name : Velarry Street&lt;br /&gt;18. A type of car : Viper Dodge&lt;br /&gt;19. Title of a song : V dont want to miss a thing ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... this is hard!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-7178140156212658098?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7178140156212658098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=7178140156212658098' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7178140156212658098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7178140156212658098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/03/mau-kasi-puas-hati-christina-hehe.html' title='Mau kasi puas hati Christina ... hehe'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-8838678898118533937</id><published>2009-03-05T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:09:14.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Copied from Christina Eleanor</title><content type='html'>1. What is your name : Velarry&lt;br /&gt;2. A four letter word : Poor&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's name : Alexandriano&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's name : Claudine [Im gonna name my baby girl w this name. I think its french.That IF i get one]&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : Auto Mechanic&lt;br /&gt;6. A color : Chrome&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear: Havaianas beach footwear&lt;br /&gt;8. A food : Smoked wildboar meat... ;p&lt;br /&gt;9. Something found in the bathroom: Hair conditioner&lt;br /&gt;10. A place : Mesilau, Ranau&lt;br /&gt;11. A reason for being late : Woke up late&lt;br /&gt;12. Something you'd shout : Arrrrghhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;13. A movie title : Fools Rush In&lt;br /&gt;14. Something you drink : Kopi O kaw Ping&lt;br /&gt;15. A musical group : Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;6. An animal : German Shepherd&lt;br /&gt;17. A street name : 7th Avenue&lt;br /&gt;18. A type of car : Chevy Impala ( Xtina stole my cadiLLac)&lt;br /&gt;19. Title of a song : Walk This Way!!!!!! Aerosmith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-8838678898118533937?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8838678898118533937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=8838678898118533937' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8838678898118533937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8838678898118533937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/03/copied-from-christina-eleanor.html' title='Copied from Christina Eleanor'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-4046017726812816241</id><published>2009-03-01T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T04:17:25.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates! Updates! Read all about it!!!</title><content type='html'>Its been a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; since I went back to my birthplace (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tambunan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sabah&lt;/span&gt;). The last time was Christmas time I think..&lt;br /&gt;28/02/2009&lt;br /&gt;Mom was driving. I was sitting at the back with my nephew Ian, sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap2NMfz3cI/AAAAAAAAACk/MzBJA2_sCLc/s1600-h/bubuooi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308185079874575810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap2NMfz3cI/AAAAAAAAACk/MzBJA2_sCLc/s320/bubuooi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was raining Dragons and Phoenixs (Enhanced version of Cats and Dogs) on the way to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tambunan&lt;/span&gt;. Mom ran over a puddle of water which then splashed onto a little girl running frantically in the rain. Pity girl. Mom only said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Siou&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sengaja&lt;/span&gt;". (After all this while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;babbling&lt;/span&gt; about driving slowly *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pfftt&lt;/span&gt;!*)&lt;br /&gt;On the way up, we wondered why there were so many police cars coming down heading to KK. And at one sharp corner of the road, lies a battered vehicle. an eary site to see, ready to be towed away. (It turns out that a couple with their 3 year old child from Tuaran died in that car crash. They were on their way back from Tenom for a wedding. The baby stroller was still lying on the road when we were on our way back frm Tambunan.Sad. God bLess their souls)&lt;br /&gt;Thick fog was causing visibility limitation. I wasnt able to see anything coming from the front at any distant of 0-50m. I bet mom was having more trouble (four eyes that she is)&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving in Tambunan, we stopped a bit at Sunsuron to buy some vegetables for DINNER!!! Ian woke up with a cheerful face and said &lt;em&gt;" Wah! Magic oso Odu? Capat oso sampai?!" &lt;/em&gt;In whatever language he was trying to converse in. I just smiled. :) I took some pictures of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tuhau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap2NPCb-iI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZxrVqmDUO44/s1600-h/Tuhau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308185080556681762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap2NPCb-iI/AAAAAAAAACc/ZxrVqmDUO44/s320/Tuhau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bosou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; being displayed there. SLURPS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap2MwBTPFI/AAAAAAAAACU/BnpBAxK0tHA/s1600-h/Bosou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308185072230415442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap2MwBTPFI/AAAAAAAAACU/BnpBAxK0tHA/s320/Bosou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not go straight to grandma's but we went to Kg.Rompon (on the way to Keningau Town) instead. You wanna know why?To get &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinalau do BAKAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. (Smoked Wildboar meat)Hahaha... I have been dreaming to eat it since forever. Another slurp!! SLURPS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap2Mzm2sEI/AAAAAAAAACM/sjOnG6XOvOM/s1600-h/bakas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308185073193234498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap2Mzm2sEI/AAAAAAAAACM/sjOnG6XOvOM/s320/bakas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought 3 boxes of ready to eat&lt;em&gt; Nangka (&lt;/em&gt;jackfruit, and guess what the old lady who was selling those said to me? "&lt;em&gt;Ini bukan Durian&lt;/em&gt;". I was like, "what*&amp;amp;^%$#@!????!!!!" &lt;em&gt;Macam sa nda tau beza nangka sama durian sja!&lt;/em&gt; . I'm a kampung boy abuuu..I know.. Anyway... I kinda found it funny. hihihihi :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to Grandma's place. On the way we saw some "horses waiting for the bus"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap7-tdlg1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/wyl1tY33nnQ/s1600-h/IMG_0898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308191428095345490" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap7-tdlg1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/wyl1tY33nnQ/s320/IMG_0898.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Much to our surprise "food" was lying everywhere in Tambunan. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap7-5wBRxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/e7ZOiGw6uv8/s1600-h/babycow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308191431393888018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap7-5wBRxI/AAAAAAAAAC8/e7ZOiGw6uv8/s320/babycow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was there to greet us. Sitting proudly infront of her canteen. Glad to see her smiling at us. She didnt look that ill with a smile on her face. Mom cooked. And guess what we had for dinner. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sup Bakas w Tonsomon, Bakas masak kicap, Sayur Bunga w Bakas and Ikan Masin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(odd one?)Hahaha. Watched Tv, Chat a bit with Uncle David and his family. And then we went to bed coz grandma as always was like &lt;em&gt;"Odop tokou noh... Au koposik moi sambayang suab" &lt;/em&gt;which means " Lets go to sleep. We have to wake up early for church" :) ... I'm gonna miss her saying that....&lt;br /&gt;01/03/2009&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7.31am for the first time in my life after high school by the loud and screeching voice of my nephew Ian &lt;em&gt;"Uncle yEyE!!!! Wake up Odu Sayyyyyy!!! Wan go chus!!"&lt;/em&gt; Oh my ghost!! A part of me love him and a part of me want to strangle him to death... HAHAHA!! okay.. So I woke up.. took shower and then we went to Church. After church we went to Tambunan Golf Club for brunch. And then we went back to my grandma's place. I had a nap woke up and My mom signaled the departure. Said our goodbyes and off we went. On the way mom stopped for some vegetables and bambangan. I took a picture of wild berries locally known as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gurimot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap2NfChGUI/AAAAAAAAACs/QB4Qry0v5ZM/s1600-h/Gurimot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308185084851984706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap2NfChGUI/AAAAAAAAACs/QB4Qry0v5ZM/s320/Gurimot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its red in color have a hollow texture. SUPER SOUR in taste. Anyway... check out the pictures.. :) . Now im back in Tuaran posting the bLog. haha.. tiL my next post. See you!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-4046017726812816241?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4046017726812816241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=4046017726812816241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4046017726812816241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4046017726812816241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates-updates-read-all-about-it.html' title='Updates! Updates! Read all about it!!!'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/Sap2NMfz3cI/AAAAAAAAACk/MzBJA2_sCLc/s72-c/bubuooi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-4982894753558521045</id><published>2009-02-25T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T05:53:19.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There was a big dispute abt wether or not I can speak my native tongue of Dusun Lotud.Somesay I only speak the lang when Im drunk. You be the judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SaYxHbrE72I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hpXL8PgR5X0/s1600-h/Lotud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306983214659989346" style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SaYxHbrE72I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hpXL8PgR5X0/s320/Lotud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SaYwnAAZz-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/wcoOkkjn-DY/s1600-h/YR7ECAFM40B5CA07DTTKCA84C0CICAMQ9J31CAABZ1GGCA8961VGCA2ZW3S7CAGHUBM6CAR031BUCAWP3BZ3CA93M2LQCACY7OG2CAFYHK6NCA0FN430CAUHIP84CAE8P6ELCA60JJ2XCAJYTRWBCAE9F2U2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306982657477431266" style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SaYwnAAZz-I/AAAAAAAAAB0/wcoOkkjn-DY/s320/YR7ECAFM40B5CA07DTTKCA84C0CICAMQ9J31CAABZ1GGCA8961VGCA2ZW3S7CAGHUBM6CAR031BUCAWP3BZ3CA93M2LQCACY7OG2CAFYHK6NCA0FN430CAUHIP84CAE8P6ELCA60JJ2XCAJYTRWBCAE9F2U2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monongkupalad oku do nokorikot kou hiti blog ku numa'a. Aranggoi itih karasa'an ku doh hino kou ina'natanan hiti. Okon oni koh mongulou oku ih poh om okon oni koh waro ih poh kadayan ulohon ku do amu oku koilo monuang lotud kan idoh. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tapi&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/em&gt;obuai noh do waro ginawo ku popokito do kadayan do ari nopo raha do suang lotud poinluyung hiti inan ku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banar oni do liwan di ina ku mantad hiLu tombunan om banar oni,do okon ih poh noponu raha do suang lotud hiti saralom inan ku. Do waro oni raha do kina, om waro oni raha do iban ponong hilu ih ina ku. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tapi&lt;/span&gt; .. &lt;/em&gt;Hiti tuaran do nakagayo oku om hiti tuaran do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nokosikul &lt;/span&gt;oku. Korongou oku nopo ari tu ongoh ko'odu-odu'an.. Om ongoh aki-aki... Amu ih do arahi do liwan nopo. "Dusun Darat" kan idoh. Waro do ko'ulou hiti "saralom" ..Ko'ihad waro oni ... do liwan noh di ina ku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah,Intangai muyuh,ii yEyE,Anak ii Suon,Mongkupu ii ari Akin &lt;a href="mailto:Sogiban@Simbakang@Orow"&gt;Sogiban@Simbakang@Orow&lt;/a&gt;. Monuang Lotud nopo, ko'ihad tih ongoh ko'odu-oduan,Ko'opi tih ongoh aki-aki. Nombo noh ari tu ongo &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;full-blooded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lotud? Kasa'ap idoh joki? Sangadau suab nopo "Ah! Tombirang anak-anak tari!" kan idoh. Okon koh tombirang itih. Banar-banar oku noh do banar oku...hehehe.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miso noh amu oku &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;puas hati&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;Atih tu kakadayanan do Suang Lotud do "wagu". Hino idoh nopo, om monuang Lotud oku nopo, amu mumbongut joki.Malayuuuuu oni ari tu gutok² . Milo oni kira'on ari tu mumbongut joki Suang Lotud. Maa do ih &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;anti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ku, ii Kalakau. Ih &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angkol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ku, ii Monggoh. Ih Ansib,Ama ari tu ruhang² ku ii czer. Ari² noh potoi. Ama ku &lt;em&gt;sondiri, &lt;/em&gt;ih Suon! amu monuang Lotud joki. Nokuro maa dinoh? Ingkuro &lt;em&gt;balajar &lt;/em&gt;maa nopo dinoh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sangadau suab nopo, omiso nopo tih Suang Lotud.. Isai tih sala'an tokou?? Kakadayanan do poguLu. Ko'odu-odu'an om aki². Ama² om ina². do amu oni monuang lotud kuma'a karamanakan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Om, maa doh ula noh. Hitih noh iti. Sala' poh do Aaamu. Kon? Abaya'an kou noh? do, amu oku nopo noita, kakal poh do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;asampin&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;oku? hEhEHEHe.. paLan² gih. Waro kokowo'o ku. Bai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: Due to the fact of limited Lotud vocab, I had to pinjam some from the Malay and English vocs. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a conversation I had with an aunt:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi aunty!&lt;br /&gt;9:52pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1422624717"&gt;Lini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hi, how r u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:52pmVelarry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aranggoi.. ikau?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:52pm&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1422624717"&gt;Lini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aranggoi iboh, ikou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:53pmVelarry&lt;br /&gt;kakal poh miau.. hahaha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:54pm&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1422624717"&gt;Lini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha kirim salam kaman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:54pmVelarry&lt;br /&gt;owhkayy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:55pm&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1422624717"&gt;Lini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:55pmVelarry&lt;br /&gt;nombo koh? hilu kL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:56pm&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1422624717"&gt;Lini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL boh. muli bulan 5 potoi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:57pmVelarry&lt;br /&gt;atui.. obuwai ih poh talalu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:57pm&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1422624717"&gt;Lini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, amu oroso boh mari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:57pmVelarry&lt;br /&gt;banar oni ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:58pm&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1422624717"&gt;Lini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah bye kaman, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:58pmVelarry&lt;br /&gt;bah..bye.. rongoy ronggoyo gih&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:59pm&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1422624717"&gt;Lini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-4982894753558521045?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4982894753558521045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=4982894753558521045' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4982894753558521045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4982894753558521045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-was-big-dispute-abt-wether-or-not.html' title='There was a big dispute abt wether or not I can speak my native tongue of Dusun Lotud.Somesay I only speak the lang when Im drunk. You be the judge'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SaYxHbrE72I/AAAAAAAAAB8/hpXL8PgR5X0/s72-c/Lotud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-1729575555940997462</id><published>2009-02-25T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:07:52.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yada Yada Yada Blah Blah Blah....</title><content type='html'>Its 1.34 am. Im wondering whats my friends and family are doing right now. I know mom and dad are in bed. Sharon Ann Kabinchong told me she's off to bed.Carol Kabinchong too. Oh yeah. By the way, They are cousins . I have a few friends who are online at my YM and MSN account. But I'm pretty sure that they wont respond to me that weLL at this time of the day.Im as sleepy as a cat in the day (nocturnal as they are). If I go lie down right now. I would faLL asLeep like a man high on booze.But Hey,Im on Leave.So I better make the most out of it.  I know I'm suppose to limit my online time during this Lent, but I just cant control myself. *sigh* Hey... at least im setting limitations on my intake of food and alchohoL right? and not to forget entertainment. 40days bebeh. I dont knot If i can wait that Long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been typing about girLs.. Love... Music.. Booze.... Food.. Tradition...and aLL types of $ht$ during my involvement in the blogging culture and to be honest, Thats all there is in me...I just dont have a cLue what to type about anymore....of course I can go on and on about girLs .... girLs ....and girLs... (hEhE... kidding) ... but the thing is... It can be quite a chaLLenge when you are NOT the type who taLk crap about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest.. I find no reason why im in this bLogging thing. &lt;a&gt;We&lt;/a&gt;  dont get paid as we aLL know... SO WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL ARE WE DOING HERE???!!!  I ask myself these Qs:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Was I influenced by other's blog and blogging?&lt;br /&gt;A:Mayyybe&lt;br /&gt;A: Curiosity kiLLed the cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:Do I find it beneficial?&lt;br /&gt;A:It MAYYYYY have improved my writting/typing ability.&lt;br /&gt;A:The discovery of new words from other acquaintence's blog MAY have broaden my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;But other than that? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q:What topic do I write to get comments as many as the other bloggers linked to me?&lt;br /&gt;A: I aint got no idea man!! I see ppL blog about minor $ht and get 20 - 30 comments. I blog about real things and serious things I get none? WTF???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Its not like Im gonna delete my blog or anything. And Its not like I have anything against bloggers and this blog thingy. But ya'LL know how it is. People tend to speak out.. or in this case TYPE OUT what they think or feeL... Confusions.disatisfactions.Frustrations. Its aLL human right? Im just gonna continue my nature as a sport. and just for the fun and Love of typing/writting guys. Thats why I'm stiLL here.Contributing a piece of whats on my mind. Like they say "&lt;strong&gt;Apa guna dapat A dalam penulisan time UPSR?" kan? hahahahaah!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks!!!but Life goes on. You never know whatcha gonna get. Terms and quotes. I've always like them. It gives me inspiration. and my personal favorite is definitely "Lo mas importante es la esfuerzo" which actuaLLy means "The most important thing is the effort" .. :) Im a simple guy. That quote also translates to " Ada ..ada lah. Tiada.... Tiada Lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... Now its 2.10am . I've wasted approximately 26 minutes of me Life on bLogging. Someday during the judgement, HE will ask me " Velarry, You spent 30 minutes of typing crap and never exceeded 3 minutes of prayers to me" ... and If HE had a sense of humor which i'm 100% sure he dont i'll say " Oh Almighty Father, you know me well... I'm too lazy to even stand up let alone kneel and pray....U know how I love You.. You created me....Sorry boss" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All typing came down to this. It turns out I can pray through blogging too.... there... 30 minutes of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 minutes of typing crap&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes of a moment with Him [u c? i ingat YOU kan? ;p]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.... Amen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-1729575555940997462?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1729575555940997462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=1729575555940997462' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1729575555940997462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1729575555940997462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/02/yada-yada-yada-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Yada Yada Yada Blah Blah Blah....'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-4998002447119297928</id><published>2009-02-23T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:58:12.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Match me in my list of Exotic Food</title><content type='html'>All my life I have been trying all sorts of exotic food. Some are just plain nasty to me but im quite proud with the accomplished few. :) These are the least said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Smoked Civet/Musang/&lt;em&gt;Kinoring Temuning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Monitor Lizard/Biawak&lt;br /&gt;3. Beetle Larvae/Ulat Sagu/&lt;em&gt;Gutod&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Frog/Katak/&lt;em&gt;Bongkok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Smoked Python/Ular Sawa/&lt;em&gt;Kinoring Lopung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Tadpoles/Berudu/&lt;em&gt;Landoi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bee Larvae/Anak Tebuan/&lt;em&gt;Tanak do Surun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pig Intestines/Perut &lt;em&gt;Karabau Pindik&lt;/em&gt; (hahaha!!!) yuck....&lt;br /&gt;9. Dragonfly Larvae/Larva Pepatung/Sunsuri Gipan&lt;br /&gt;10._______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to conquer &lt;em&gt;Belalang Goreng,Dog Meat and Balot&lt;/em&gt;. But I dare not taste them :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-4998002447119297928?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4998002447119297928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=4998002447119297928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4998002447119297928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4998002447119297928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/02/match-me-in-my-list-of-exotic-food.html' title='Match me in my list of Exotic Food'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-4639409251190238547</id><published>2009-02-23T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:54:03.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.Weekend.Weddings.Something about everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SaLUjr4j0pI/AAAAAAAAABs/i_yteOsftA0/s1600-h/joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306037020536328850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SaLUjr4j0pI/AAAAAAAAABs/i_yteOsftA0/s320/joker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21/02/2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I attended a wedding held at Linangkit Cultural Village in Tuaran. I came a bit late but it was quite entertaining for me...I had some drinks and I danced like heLL. I was Sweating like heLL. After a whiLe. we kind ran out of drinks. So GirLy, Ben and Bino decided to leave. I planned to wait for more drinks to come but I &lt;em&gt;kinda feLL asleep&lt;/em&gt; on the chair due to an early wake up caLL by my boss. I went home and had 2 hours of sleep before i went online. I called Bino up for supper.and went to pick him up at his place. went back and continued with my sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22/02/2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to church. I went to have lunch at a local restaurant (Mei Siang to be exact). and then once again we planned to go to a wedding. and this time in Inanam where the sister to friend of ours wiLL have her 2nd reception at home. I planned to get drunk again. So I asked my friend Nick to pick me up at home. at around 6.12pm they reached my place. So we went. Upon arriving we were greeted and seated. I think I was turning red (malu) . I know only a handfuLL of people and it was ... uncomfortable. I was not alone.Nelson kept lookin at his mobiLe phone expecting for a text msg or a call just to cover up. I had one can of beer and chated a bit with the host Elsie.... and Sharon ( one of the few ppL i know there) before we left..... searching for more... ... We went to 3 different cLubs and end up eating burger at Upperstar. LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rumba (Closed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BED (Open+empty)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shen (Closed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.We went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23/02/2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its my 1st day of the 1 week break I get from the company im working for. I spend all day chatting. I was so bored.So I decided to loqo. hAhAhA. Painted my face white. and the rest was a &lt;em&gt;SURPRISING &lt;/em&gt;result. I got so many comments such was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"cooL!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Holy cow! U look like the joker!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Kalau budak nampak kau nangis trus oo!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Punya buruk kau!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-4639409251190238547?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4639409251190238547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=4639409251190238547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4639409251190238547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4639409251190238547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendsweekendweddingssomething-about.html' title='Friends.Weekend.Weddings.Something about everything.'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SaLUjr4j0pI/AAAAAAAAABs/i_yteOsftA0/s72-c/joker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-4895267518185277379</id><published>2009-02-18T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:59:22.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rather weird/awkward day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SZzZElvBiCI/AAAAAAAAABc/D2KWwpd0EbI/s1600-h/croc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304353134007650338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SZzZElvBiCI/AAAAAAAAABc/D2KWwpd0EbI/s320/croc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my first ever visit to T***** Crocodile farm last Tuesday 17/02/2009. But I think it is going to be my last... We reached there at about 3.15pm. Just in time for the croc show... It was quiet exciting at first .. thinking how dangerous it would be for the performers to be around those beasts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNTIL the host of the show said " I would like to invite all of you to clap ur hands to the sound of music we are going to play" (The song was &lt;em&gt;Jambatan Tamparuli&lt;/em&gt;) .One of the performer placed a medium size crocodile on his head and started to move side to side as if the crocodile was dancing the &lt;em&gt;Sumazau. &lt;/em&gt;I was so surprise with that act. It seems so dead STUPID to me and I did not find it amusing or funny at all... *Pfft!* .. While they were showcasing their dumbness.. I went around for a whiLe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to go back to the show pond. This time they had this huge 12ft &lt;em&gt;Buaya Tembaga &lt;/em&gt;out of the water. and they were standing on him .. sitting on him and one even placed their hand inside the croc's mouth.. Foreigners was amazed... but I just think that it was just an obesed croc who was just too lazy to even move and just slept all the way while the so called "&lt;em&gt;performers" &lt;/em&gt;do what they do... *pfft!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S : The only good thing about the visit was i was given rm2 commission for every guest i bring there... hahahahaahah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-4895267518185277379?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4895267518185277379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=4895267518185277379' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4895267518185277379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4895267518185277379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/02/rather-weirdawkward-day.html' title='A rather weird/awkward day.....'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SZzZElvBiCI/AAAAAAAAABc/D2KWwpd0EbI/s72-c/croc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-3345523272795069145</id><published>2009-02-11T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:30:58.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SZPCHSR4ZPI/AAAAAAAAABU/vf3Xi2GwcWk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301794616766915826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SZPCHSR4ZPI/AAAAAAAAABU/vf3Xi2GwcWk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU SAY?BITCH PLEASE ( XZIBIT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LIKE BIG BUTTS (SIR MIX A LOT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BROKEN (the lead singer from evanescence and the guy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DONT GIVE A FCUK (EMINEM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIVE YOUR LIFE ( T.I)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOSER ( WEEZER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krazy (PitbuLL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LETS GET IT ON ( MARVIN GAYE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE NONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANGEL ( SHAGGY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOSER (WEEZER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN I GROW UP (PCD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT MIGHT BE YOU (UNKNOWN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A PAIN IN THE ASS (MOM AND DAD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BED OF ROSES (BON JOVI)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AINT NOTHING BUT A GANGSTA PARTY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DEM GIRLS (CAPRICE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOUND DOG (ELVIS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to die?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wiLL surely die from the heavy drinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;STILL LOVING YOU (SCORPIONS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE KAZAKHSTANS's NATIONAL ANTHEM (BORAT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OGUMU SOROHON OM KOSUSAAN (JOHN GAISAH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BITCH PLEASE (XZIBIT)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DUDE LOOKS LIKE A LADY (AEROSMITH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DOUBT IT (VELARRY SUAN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY (ROD STEWART)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY HUMPS - FERGIE (LITERALLY) BUT I'LL MAKE AN EXCEPTION WITH THIS POST. I'LL GO WITH LOVE HURTS (NAZARETH)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AINT NOTHING BUT A GANGSTA PARTY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-3345523272795069145?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/3345523272795069145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=3345523272795069145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3345523272795069145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/3345523272795069145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-someone-says-is-this-okay-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SZPCHSR4ZPI/AAAAAAAAABU/vf3Xi2GwcWk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-5591678307679778231</id><published>2009-02-11T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:55:44.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UHs and AHs about Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SZKaDnvBuSI/AAAAAAAAABM/d1fam0yCxWY/s1600-h/broken%2520heart%2520quote.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301469098365008162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SZKaDnvBuSI/AAAAAAAAABM/d1fam0yCxWY/s320/broken%2520heart%2520quote.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every where I go.. Ever since the month of February started ... All I hear is "&lt;em&gt;Apa lah kau buat time V-day&lt;/em&gt;? " = " What are you planning to do on V-day? " ... " &lt;em&gt;Siapa Lah date kau on V-day&lt;/em&gt;? " = " Who is your date on V-day" .... I'm trying my best not to burst into the biggest rage volcano ever recorded in history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For your information people... I am a Dusun guy... I was not brought up in a westernized family that makes such a big deal about Valentine's Day.. Halloween or whatever the heLL there is about celebrations and fiestas in the worLd.... All I care about is &lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tadau Kaamatan..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you ask me.. there is no such thing as love in the world that we live in today... Especially when you talk about love between 2 member of the opposite sex.. I see people around me.. My friends.. and even My family members.. immediate .. or distant relatives..who says that " &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buat apa dia sayang sa kalau teda duit? dapat kasi makan saya kah tu kalau dia punya sayang kuat&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;/em&gt; " which basically means " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No money No Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Even if I care.... and Even if I do celebrate this particular date.... this is my opinion &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;... Doesnt it occur to you guys that you do NOT have to wait til' its Valentine's Day or ur wedding anniversary to let your partner know how much you love them or care for them???? &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Roses and chocolates are available ALLLLL year round man....everyday for 365 days... come on... So dont wait until its Valentine's Day .. Roses are sold out ... THEN pretend u wanna treat your girl or ur guy with Roses or Chocolate... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have given up hope on love a long time ago... and I think its for good... I can not deny the fact that I have feelings towards some girls.... I stiLL faLL in crush once in while.. But I guess "NOT LOVABLE ENOUGH" is pasted on ALL OVER MY FACE ( With RED ink,a color which is always used as a warning sign ) .. That doesnt bother me at all (Maybe a little bit but not enough to break me down into pieces... ) ... Like everybody else...I'm stiLL waiting for that one person that i have a crush on to just say " I have a crush on you too... I like you.. lets make it happen " ... I doubt that would ever happen.. So now.. I'm lovin one particular locally invented quote which goes like this " ADA, ADA LAH. TEDA? TEDA LAH" .... Good bye the world of Love.. May we meet again.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;With this post. I pronounce EVERYDAY except 14th of February as Velarry's Day. Thank You and Good bye! .. HEhEhEHEhEhE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-5591678307679778231?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5591678307679778231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=5591678307679778231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/5591678307679778231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/5591678307679778231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/02/hus-and-has-abotu-valentines-day.html' title='UHs and AHs about Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SZKaDnvBuSI/AAAAAAAAABM/d1fam0yCxWY/s72-c/broken%2520heart%2520quote.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-8310677421814479444</id><published>2009-02-05T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:56:08.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think i`m getting better ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=552867340"&gt;Charlin Alabado Delvo&lt;/a&gt; at 1:01pm February 4&lt;br /&gt;Pare, ya lastnite i had 'dragonflies' in my stomach..... alot! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=689945134"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=689945134"&gt;Velarry Edward Suan Orow&lt;/a&gt; at 1:03pm February 4&lt;br /&gt;talaga ba babae? bakit ito ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=552867340"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=552867340"&gt;Charlin Alabado Delvo&lt;/a&gt; at 1:06pm February 4&lt;br /&gt;darating na yung tao hinihintay ko! super saya ako, pare!.... pero may panic ako kunti, kaya yung feeling ko parang maraming 'dragonflies' eh LOL... hahaha well ko tau lah kan (after a while of keeping myself static)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=689945134"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=689945134"&gt;Velarry Edward Suan Orow&lt;/a&gt; at 1:11pm February 4&lt;br /&gt;waiseh... mabuti para sayo babae! i'm glad that finally pumunta ka na para dates kalakip lalaki ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=552867340"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=552867340"&gt;Charlin Alabado Delvo&lt;/a&gt; at 1:17pm February 4&lt;br /&gt;Op chors!!.... I'm moving on na eh.... "I love to move it, move it!" hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=689945134"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=689945134"&gt;Velarry Edward Suan Orow&lt;/a&gt; at 1:20pm February 4&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..... ! ok ok ... again.. glad to know that... ;p gusto ako salubungin lover mo..kasasama kita pumunta sa rumba... hEhEhE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=552867340"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=552867340"&gt;Charlin Alabado Delvo&lt;/a&gt; at 1:24pm February 4&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha sana nga eh, pare! Kaya lang, masyadong good boy at mabait itong 'fafa' ko ehh.. Hinde uminom at hinde nagyoyosi... So Rumba isn't dat suitable por him... Hwag mong problemahin yan... pag may time sa sunod, doon nalang tayo upperstar.... OK..., cge apirrrr tayo!!! LOL.... (funny eh aku rasa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=689945134"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=689945134"&gt;Velarry Edward Suan Orow&lt;/a&gt; at 1:26pm February 4&lt;br /&gt;talaga ba babae? may ka isang good boy diyan.. hahaha! anyway..... just hoLa kung may outing kayo..... pumunta ako sa upperstar straight away... hEhE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=622018863"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=622018863"&gt;Jeremy Ronald&lt;/a&gt; at 1:29pm February 4&lt;br /&gt;aikks yeyeh...bakit ng sinung aling mo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=552867340"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=552867340"&gt;Charlin Alabado Delvo&lt;/a&gt; at 1:30pm February 4&lt;br /&gt;Cge! Definitely will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=689945134"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=689945134"&gt;Velarry Edward Suan Orow&lt;/a&gt; at 1:33pm February 4&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako sinungaling jeremy .. matapat ako ito... ;p sigeh na babae...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-8310677421814479444?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8310677421814479444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=8310677421814479444' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8310677421814479444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8310677421814479444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-im-getting-better.html' title='I think i`m getting better ..'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-1764846694925409547</id><published>2009-02-02T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:09:01.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with a Street Fighter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SYffdDi9NnI/AAAAAAAAABE/pWHTVyMavlw/s1600-h/BPATut7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298449176885802610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SYffdDi9NnI/AAAAAAAAABE/pWHTVyMavlw/s320/BPATut7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my brother got married 5 years ago, a big fight occured between street fighters from my district with another group from another district. The next day It was on the front page of a local newspapers. This encouraged me to know more about a particular street fighting group called T***** C***. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All our life, we have been very well informed by the existence of high profile gangs/mobs that causes terror in many parts of the world. African-American (Crips and Bloods), Latinos (MS-13) , Italians, Irish, Japanese Yakuza, Russian, Chinese and etcetera etcetera.From my own observation and from my own point of view, there is a big difference between a gangster/mafia and a street fighter. At one of the districts in Sabah, there is one particular district where street fights does not involve weapons such as guns and machetes. They use their body as offence and defense. It might not sound as interesting but I am going to have to be discreet about the name of this particular group and their members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;T***** C*** . There is no distinctive leader of this group. They only have the "respected" ones. The most experience will usually be the one they obey or listen to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The street fighting group is very well known among friends and family of existing and retired members of the group. Causing havoc at almost everyday at the small town. Feuds are mostly caused by misunderstanding between one ethnicity with another. People would gather around and witness these fights in awe and the authority would eventually come and take them in. Which is a good thing because this is the only way to avoid casualties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strategy of the group is to "start first". This is the only way to win a street fight because for them, the most daring will always win. Hesitation often leads to severe humiliation and defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me bring you all through a fight. A leader from both sides will have a talk and find a way to settle their arguements but when they can not find anything to satisfy both sides ALL HELL BREAKS LOSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frontliners&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will usually start the fight. Followed by the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;finishers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the few identified members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pioneers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M***, M****** , F****, N***, E***, A***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seniors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A****, Y**, L**, A***, D***, A***, A***, J***, D****, B***, R**, E***, S***, J** ***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juniors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E***, A* ****, B**, A* *** &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of the members have settled down with their wife and kids. Some are now working with the government and NGOs. Leaving nothing but their legacy as one of the most feared street fighters. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : (I was informed that the group had a faithful ally from a small but notorious &lt;strong&gt;B**** P****)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-1764846694925409547?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/1764846694925409547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=1764846694925409547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1764846694925409547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/1764846694925409547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/02/interview-with-street-fighter.html' title='Interview with a Street Fighter'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SYffdDi9NnI/AAAAAAAAABE/pWHTVyMavlw/s72-c/BPATut7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-8147378105475067063</id><published>2009-02-01T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:18:50.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a compilation of song titles and lyrics from some of the best songs I have ever heard in me Life....</title><content type='html'>To all the girls i've loved before.. who traveled in and out my door.. i'm glad they came along.. I dedicate this song .. to all the girls i've loved before.....I've been in love so many times, I thought I knew the score... but now you've treated me so wrong.. I can't take anymore... and it looks like .. i`m never gonna fall in love again......Your body is wonderland ... She's so dangerous.... But I like the scandal.....All my life .. I prayed for someone like you... but I think I'm going crazy for you... I was crying just to get you now i`m dying coz I let u do what you do to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend who spoke of faith and he knew of another place in space and time... He told of how me and my lady could look but we would never find... Gotta find a way.. yeah... I cant wait another day.. aint nothin gonna change.. If we stay right here.. gotta do what it takes... coz its all in our hands we all make mistake but its never too late to start again and take another breath.. and say another pray.. we'LL fLy away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got eyes of the bluest sky and I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain... Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child i'd hide....I dont like to sleep alone.. and everytime u go away... u take a piece of me with you.... I dont want to talk about it... I dont want to close my eyes.. I dont want to fall asleep coz i need u baby.. and I dont want to miss a thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here wasted and wounded .. at this old piano.. trying hard to capture the moment.. this morning I dont know... cause a bottle of vodka still lodged in my head....I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses...and I thank you for loving me.. ;p  I wanted you to know.. that I like the way you laughed .. I wanna hold u high and still your pain.. coz I'm broken ... and i'm lonesome.. but I dont see u here.. coz ur gone away.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-8147378105475067063?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/8147378105475067063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=8147378105475067063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8147378105475067063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/8147378105475067063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/02/heres-compilation-of-song-titles-and.html' title='Here&apos;s a compilation of song titles and lyrics from some of the best songs I have ever heard in me Life....'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-4290932590527685170</id><published>2009-01-26T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T05:59:37.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SX3BvXcVcxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/s9HnhB81m_4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295601756348445458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SX3BvXcVcxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/s9HnhB81m_4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Singing is my passion".... " I love music" .... "I like dancing so much!" . ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,thats what they aLL say... and that is what we all hear.... It may sound cliche.... but Exclude me not.... I love music... I like dancing .. and Music is definitely life for me... It is a powerful medium between human and life.... It connects people in every imaginable way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally started to appreciate music at a very tender age... The very 1st kind of music was definitely those Malay boybands like KRU .. or 4u2C ( For this i hate my eldest bro.. I wonder why he had to be a fan of those sissy boys) ...... and sloowwwly started to slap my ears to the stereo with them Malay Rock Bands such as Search, May and Wings.... Its safe to say that I started off with the wrong foot when I let my self being influenced by those cuss and dissing by my all time favourite Afro-American Trio Snoop,Dre and Pac... But I would never bLame them because afterall... they are musicians too.... ( Now this is what I call expressive music oldest bro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt the guitar when I was 9 or 10... Not a good start when u consider all the other music geniuses who started early.... But yes .. It helped me a lot with my way through,understanding melody, beat and tempo... My 2nd bro taught me with what he has... and I just went downhiLL after that .. memorizing chords and creating my own fingerings along the lovely frets...making love with music everytime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 13 0r 14 when I heard the good news... My sister Pet was chosen as one of the members of a group called by'U .. after she succesfully went through a series of audition in Malaysia's 1st reality tv show "Popstars"..She contributed weLL with the launch of their 1st album entitled "Segalanya" .... After her contract was over,she went out with a self-titled solo album.. I was really proud of her .. but at the same time ...I envy her.. because we both know how much we are into music...but she`s always the one who was born talented .. While I was a "built" singer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to write songs in 2007. I did not have anything to do at that time .. I created my music with my old Kapok Guitar ..and recorded them with my mom's cassette player... *giggles* I desperately want to be in the music scene.. if not at the national level.. I would settle with the state music scene.. but the problem is.. I have never been in any sort of competition what so ever... The level of this stage fright that I have is UNTHINKABLE!..... I easily forget my lyrics right after the goosebumps that comes with the clap.. LOL!.. But yeah.. as I grew mature... I found that I can already withstand the presure(or so i think) ... and I think I will pursue my dreams this year... 2009! ... I hope it is going to be a good year because I want to be on TV ... hahahaahahaha!!! kidding.... Anyway....ready or not... Here I come... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-4290932590527685170?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/4290932590527685170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=4290932590527685170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4290932590527685170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/4290932590527685170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2009/01/music.html' title='Music...'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SX3BvXcVcxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/s9HnhB81m_4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-7230588428863381653</id><published>2008-08-28T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:52:31.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are surrounded by crazy people</title><content type='html'>I am an observant individual. One day, It just hit me that some of the people I know and met are just plain crazy. I dont know how to explain more on this but these are just a few actual event where I can prove the level of insanity they portray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When I was in college, there is usually a resting period in between classes where we would sit around at the city hall's bench and chat.One time, me and a friend was hanging out on one bench and our classmate(a girl) went to sit at the bench next to us. While I was talking to my friend, she suddenly burst into laughters!(She was alone) and she was like "Sorry!". I look at my friend and he looked at me. We were puzzled man. She was a crack head. One time it happened to me, She called me up early in the morning and asked me why I sent her an email. She was like freaking out and so scared that her ex boyfriend might find out about that email and might not take her back. I was like " I dont even have your email! How can I be sending you shiz!?" Hahahaha.... No doubt.. She`s insane. I wonder why she's able to go to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)This also happened in college. He was one of our team members in one group project. We were assigned to prepare lunch for some well known politician. After lunch was over, It was time for the judges to give their opinions overall. When one of them said that the soup was too salty, he freaked out and looked like he was going to kill somebody! Hahaha! Still on him, one day, a friend invited us to her birthday party. So we were like all dressed up and trying to look good when he suddenly said " Why is your hair like that? Aren't you scared? The hotel will not hire you. Look at my hair. This is the required hair cut" . I said this to myself "We are not even out of college yet. RELAX you tight headed psycho!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) We used to have a friend. After an accident, He just started to stab everyone with a screwdriver. It was like a rage. He was trying to get into a fight with everyone but only his friends. Stab somebody you hate psycho maniac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Somebody I know fight with his 3 year old son like he was and adult. He also fight with the dogs. I think he thinks he`s one of them. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more crazy people story. Please contact me at Crazy-people-for sale-444&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-7230588428863381653?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7230588428863381653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=7230588428863381653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7230588428863381653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7230588428863381653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-surrounded-by-crazy-people.html' title='We are surrounded by crazy people'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-2130210885921526595</id><published>2008-08-26T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:22:41.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Sabah Youth Day (Ranau 19th-23rd Aug 2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SLTIJgZgJtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ODDlNlKt6D8/s1600-h/barisan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239032332180006610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SLTIJgZgJtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ODDlNlKt6D8/s320/barisan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prior to the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World Youth Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which was held in Sydney, I was one of the lucky youths gathered from all across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sabah&lt;/span&gt; to be part of a somewhat grand &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sabah&lt;/span&gt; Youth Day-2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I participated in this second one after I witnessed the success of the first SYD held in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Keningau&lt;/span&gt; 4 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been planning to join the celebration a year ago and I was lucky that my leave application was granted. Many may have doubted the real goal of this particular occassion but not me. I have always believe that everything happens in HIS will and I know it was not easy for the Main Organizing Team to make this happen without HIS help. So I would like to congratulate the MOTs for their hardwork and I would like to thank the neverending assistance that they have received from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people say that this is just like the other activities, camps and seminars organized by the Church and maybe its true, but just like all the other activities mentioned. There I found peace within. Yes, there were many who attended but it does not mean that they are in your face at all time. You will have the time and space you need to be alone hence the opportunity of reflecting on life "with HIM". There, I was able to have a time off of my responsibilities as a son, a brother and an uncle in my family and as an employee at my workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of such deep respect and love that I have for my church,I was also able to minimize the output of sin compare and maximize my prayer input to when I am outside the camp. It really was an experience that I have always looked forward to update in the diary of my life. Here and there and bit by bit it adds up to the construction of my short life on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was not mentioned by a friend, I would have never noticed this. It was the first time in my life and maybe the first time in the history of our new Archdiocese that all three bishops were standing in the same church, on the same altar, shoulder to shoulder in front of 2000++ youths from all over Sabah in an event of such. I was honoured to be there. :) and not to forget. One of the bishops was there, stayed there for the whole period of the annual gathering. He even expressed his emotion he had with us, in tears,in his sermont during the closing mass. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tremendously blessed". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;That is the word to describe the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dare to be different!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward for the next Sabah Youth Day which will be held at Tambunan in 2012. Hopefully I will not feel too old for it then. :) In God's will i will be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-2130210885921526595?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2130210885921526595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=2130210885921526595' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/2130210885921526595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/2130210885921526595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2008/08/2nd-sabah-youth-day-ranau-19th-23rd-aug.html' title='2nd Sabah Youth Day (Ranau 19th-23rd Aug 2008)'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/SLTIJgZgJtI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ODDlNlKt6D8/s72-c/barisan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-2585034185674642116</id><published>2008-08-12T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T02:34:27.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocktail of Expression.</title><content type='html'>I have always been an admirer of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dusun&lt;/span&gt; songs. For some reason, I can relate so much to many of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dusun&lt;/span&gt; singer's experience that have been converted into lyrics of their songs. It is all about Life, Love, Family, Friends, Sadness, Happiness etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All them singers dead, old and new, such as the late John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gaisah&lt;/span&gt;, Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lusah&lt;/span&gt;, Francis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Landong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jestie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Alexius&lt;/span&gt; are all part of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Dusun&lt;/span&gt; music scene. Producing, Singing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Writting&lt;/span&gt;, Performing wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dusun&lt;/span&gt; tracks and albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have always wondered why other people seemed to enjoy making fun of me whenever I put on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;CD&lt;/span&gt; consisting my collection of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dusun&lt;/span&gt; Songs. Remarks like " Wow, you really are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Dusun&lt;/span&gt; guy" , "What? What is this you are listening to? This is so old man" and etc are nothing but hurtful to me. But I know, I can never blame them because most probably these are the kind of people who were raised in a westernized way of life and community. The Chinese who does not speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; or read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Dusuns&lt;/span&gt; who does not speak the language or understands it and maybe even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bajaus&lt;/span&gt; who does not speak, read or understands their own native tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not pure blood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Dusun&lt;/span&gt;, and although I have not been conversing the language since birth, I am a proud &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Dusun&lt;/span&gt; and I carry the spirit of my ethnicity wherever I go. I try to sustain my ability to speak, understand and learn more about my tradition whenever I get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find it an added advantage for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Dusun&lt;/span&gt; guy to be able to converse in Malay, English, Spanish, French, Tagalog, Chinese (Mandarin+Hakka+Cantonese) and many other local dialects such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Kadazan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Bajau&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Murut&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Iban&lt;/span&gt;. It promotes inter-racial activity and from my perspective, promotes other people from different ethnics, races, nationalities to understand and discover more about our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as a conclusion to this particular blog. Remember to always honor your heritage and It has never been wrong to explore other culture and tradition. Aramai Tih!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-2585034185674642116?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2585034185674642116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=2585034185674642116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/2585034185674642116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/2585034185674642116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2008/08/cocktail-of-expression.html' title='Cocktail of Expression.'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-2529292455596091715</id><published>2008-08-03T04:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T04:19:43.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Male VS Female</title><content type='html'>"We want to be treated equally" ..."We want to vote" ... "We want to get proper education" .. " We want to be able to drive" ...."We refuse to be housewives no more" ..."We wanna go out and earn money for ourselves"...I guess ya`LL know who said these things at the 1st place....BUT..What happens when these cases surfaces?:* You and Her went for dinner and when its time to pay? Who pays? The guys! ... and If the guy could not afford to pay? or refuse to pay? What happen? "Oh ur so selfish!" " owh ur so manipulative towards us girls!" and the term "POK SIRING" timbuL.... WAH! chantique sekaLi... *A guy was cooking and the rubbish is supposed to be thrown away,coz its fuLL ..... MAN: Dear... can u help me with the rubbish? WOMAN: What? Thats the guy's job and it has always been,I`m not gonna get my hands dirty!I just had my medicure..WAH! This is the part where I dont understand... they want to be treated as equal.... BUT.. when it comes to the hard part... they simply withdraw with the excuse of being a woman.. a weaker part of God's creation..WAH WAH wAH...... I have to give some credits to some female individuals that i know personally because they practice what they believe in.. equality between man and woman.... they did their part in major things or their lives with their opposite sex/spouse* She helped her man paid the dowry of their wedding*after they were married... helped the guy paid the house loan.. car loan... and other billsThis is how u repay the equality that have been given to u....Come on la girls...I beg you..if u wanna be treated equally.... do ur part as equal ... then it can be considered as FAIR .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-2529292455596091715?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2529292455596091715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=2529292455596091715' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/2529292455596091715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/2529292455596091715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2008/08/male-vs-female.html' title='Male VS Female'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-5701222688089936827</id><published>2008-08-02T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:32:42.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Places of Interest.</title><content type='html'>I am not much of a traveler but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; had an opportunity of a lifetime when I was offered a trip to visit one of the countries in the United Arab Emirates. Dubai. *Courtesy of my Sister Pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not know how to react at first but I know I had to calm myself down and act like it was just like a normal thing to do [NOT NORMAL AT ALL FOR ME. IT WAS SPECIAL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that it is the cold season in the desert  so I packed my sweater along with the other things and hit the sky. It was my first 7 hours of flight and It was excruciating! I knew I should move my feet around just to promote blood circulation but I do not think It worked at all. It was also my first 777 flight. The interior was huge and I am not lying when I saw I was in awe. I was lucky I had a friend with me and It was not his first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touchdown. Friends picked us up. Indeed it was cold. Had to turn our watches 4 hours back. 3 am in Dubai time. 7 am in Malaysian time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did was sleep because It was late and I was tired. And then the morning came. I was so excited but I did not know what to expect. I think we went to Ikea and ate huge meatballs! LOL. I was so glad we went there because I am so used to drink Tenom's Black Coffee in the morning and I was craving for one and they did not have it at the place i was staying. We walk around and I did not see anything yet. Evening. We went for Ice Skating. Gosh. We had to leave early because boys 15 years old were harassing my sister and girlfriends she brought along. One of them almost tore the sleeve off of my sweater. But yeah. Like they said. Its just like roller blades. :P The nite ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its late and I think I am sleepy. Sorry guys. I`ll just go through it with it. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I would recommend you to go if you happen to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Wild Wadi&lt;/strong&gt; (Its like Sunway Lagoon in Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Zink and The Lodge&lt;/strong&gt; - Dance Clubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Al Ramool&lt;/strong&gt; ( This is where you test your courage with All Terrain Vehicles on desert sand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Global Village&lt;/strong&gt; ( Show rooms and Boots from all over the world. Cheap Food. Cheap Clothes and Accessories. They even have ALI CAFE boots all over. way-to-go Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Jumeirah Beach&lt;/strong&gt; (Hot chicks in bikinis! LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Mall of Emirates&lt;/strong&gt; (You can actully Ice Ski Here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Fitness First&lt;/strong&gt; ( Top Class Gym Facilities)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Karamah&lt;/strong&gt; (Its just like Chow Kit Road/Petaling St in KL, Or Sinsuran in KK :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Irish Village&lt;/strong&gt; ( Beer Garden)&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Burj Al Arab&lt;/strong&gt; (7 Star hoteL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *Desert Safari &lt;/strong&gt;(4x4 Challenge in the middle of the desert and cultural show+food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no language barrier here because most of them speaks good english and it is multiracial. Just Like Malaysia. Philippinos, Vietnamese, Thais, Malaysians,Pakistani,Indians,Iranians and also Africans co-exists and my stay there was 99% safe.So. Go and have fun there :) Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-5701222688089936827?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/5701222688089936827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=5701222688089936827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/5701222688089936827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/5701222688089936827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2008/08/places-of-interest.html' title='Places of Interest.'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-2060610301906572647</id><published>2008-01-23T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T00:23:48.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artis Lupa Daratan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a problem with some of our local singers. Some which I closely know and some not so. One of them even came from my own hometown which is &lt;em&gt;Tambunan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can not understand why they ignore me like I was somekind of a trouble maker. I was honest as I wanted to be a fan. But it seems like they have so many fans already that they dont need another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know I am not in the position of getting close to them but they could at least pretend that they need me as a fan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel so betrayed and used. I was one of the frontliners-voters when they were still in the so called reality shows. But what happen after? They &lt;strong&gt;IGNORED &lt;/strong&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I might be alone in this quest to condemn this local artist but a wise man once said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ONE CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are some of the artist i`ve lost interest with and started to hate:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Ve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;**** &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;*** (Her dad is from &lt;em&gt;Tuaran&lt;/em&gt; and he went to the same school as my dad,her mom is from P&lt;em&gt;enampang&lt;/em&gt; but I tried adding her on my friendster account and she didnt approve my invitation.I guess she doesnt need me as a fan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Ni*** L***** P****** &lt;/strong&gt;(H&lt;/span&gt;er dad is from Tambunan which is my hometown, I got her number from somebody I know and when I sms`ed her telling her that I was a fan and that I admired the way she sings, she &lt;strong&gt;DID NOT &lt;/strong&gt;reply me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo** S** H***** R***** &lt;/strong&gt;(Her mother is from &lt;em&gt;Kiulu.&lt;/em&gt;Again for the same reason, She did not reply my sms. CRAP) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There will be more of these ungrateful &lt;em&gt;figlia di putanas &lt;/em&gt;and i am looking forward to hate them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-2060610301906572647?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/2060610301906572647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=2060610301906572647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/2060610301906572647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/2060610301906572647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2008/01/artis-lupa-daratan.html' title='Artis Lupa Daratan'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753807725039229082.post-7040099602053476024</id><published>2008-01-22T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:58:39.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The yEar Of 2008</title><content type='html'>Howkay! Lemme start with New Year`s celebration. I was aLone in &lt;em&gt;Tuaran&lt;/em&gt;,celebrating with my friends. Nothing much happened that night,except for 2 of my friends who got dead drunk. One fell into the pond and one played with his own vommit. They were mixing everything up. Beer,Wine,Whiskey and &lt;em&gt;Tapai. &lt;/em&gt;Thats a mixture for ? DISASTER of course. Hahaha :)) . Mom and dad was in &lt;em&gt;Tambunan. &lt;/em&gt;Eldest bro, Victor was in &lt;em&gt;Penampang, &lt;/em&gt;with his in laws. Second eldest bro Valentine was back in &lt;em&gt;Lahad Datu &lt;/em&gt;for his primary one`s registration while sister Pet was in Dubai. Practically we were scattered all over Sabah and the world upon New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I woke up late for church. So, I went home with a terrible headache (no thanks to &lt;em&gt;Si Tapai-Si Penghentam Esok &lt;/em&gt;Hari&lt;em&gt;) &lt;/em&gt;to take my shower. Next, I went to &lt;em&gt;Kota Kinabalu,&lt;/em&gt;for the purpose of working. A friend of mine once said &lt;em&gt;"If you go to work on the first day of the year, you would spend the rest of the year working" . &lt;/em&gt;And I said to myself, &lt;em&gt;"Well, I`m not planning to stay at home the rest of the year either" &lt;/em&gt;Tap on my own shoulder because I think I have never been smarter and good with words. Hahaha! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, other than going straight into action on the first day of the year, I am thinking , &lt;em&gt;"what else?"&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 have been nothing much &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AVERAGE &lt;/strong&gt;to me. I wake up, I go to work, I go back and I sleep.  Party once in a while, work out seldom. I wonder if 2008 would be any difference. I might change one small thing after another. Maybe I should party more this year but that would not be a smart thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to continue my studies this year, but a plan it was. Everything seems to be working against my willing. No thanks to my lousy college. They did not update my performance with the place where I applied for my study loan. And now, I am the one who suffers. My loan was frozen and I have been waiting for them to disperse the next payment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not make that much at the where I am working right now and I can be sure that nobody would be happy with little pay. But what I wanna say is that I am quite satisfied because I do not do that much work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life have been dificult for me so far but I have a good feeling that good things will come my way and instead of waiting, I am going to work for it. I do not know where to start and I need guidance, which I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for what He has given for me so far, and all I am asking now is to go &lt;strong&gt;JUST &lt;/strong&gt;a little bit better and I am sure He can give me that. :P .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I guess. Now, Its just a matter of living life and act like I am happy because that is positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lo mas importante es el efuerzo y ir con DIOS"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753807725039229082-7040099602053476024?l=velarrysuan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/feeds/7040099602053476024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753807725039229082&amp;postID=7040099602053476024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7040099602053476024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753807725039229082/posts/default/7040099602053476024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://velarrysuan.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-of-2008.html' title='The yEar Of 2008'/><author><name>Velarry Suan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06089490908540021271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cVsOwxO9MvU/R5W0Z-5kqpI/AAAAAAAAAAc/28uyhf-ga2s/S220/233985439l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
