<?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-6262251621815516410</id><updated>2012-02-08T01:27:13.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BearBear Says!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-2493242184394057718</id><published>2009-01-19T01:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:10:17.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaker Freaker.</title><content type='html'>I hope I dun seem like I am showing off. Those whom know me know that Yes I will and can show off but only when it called for, like when haters stare at us Voguelicious like we are freaks.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am a Bag, Shoe, Glasses / Shades, Caps &amp;amp; Shopping whore. I am PROUD of it.... Why??? Because I shop smart. I SELDOM buy retail, its warehouse sales and post / pre / friends discount sales for me. Like Izzy, Veron and I carry a green Puma Golf Bag we bought at PUMA warehouse sale late 2008, it was like $65 for 2, thats like $32.50 for 1.... I saw it at Tampines Mall Puma for $199.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have spent a small fortune on these items last few months, come on.... give me a break ok, I earned it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In total I have bought more than 20 bags (Puma, Adidas , Nike, Club 21, Charles &amp;amp; Keith, Everlast &amp;amp; Converse), between 90 to 100 pairs of shoes &amp;amp; Drag boots ( Puma, Adidas, Nike, Doc Martins, Converse, New Balance &amp;amp; US Brands like Pleaser for the Drag boots)...... Wait before you go crazy let me explain.... Out of these 90 to 100 pairs only 30 odd belongs to me, the rest were bought for James, Darren and for performances so, SHUT YOUR MOUTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I saw this very Voguelicious pair of Nike Zoom.  I saw this girl in my Chingay 09 group wearing it. She said she got it online and its a Women's pair. True enough I searched it online and found out that biggest women's size was US10.... WTF...... So, I told myself that I would need to go to Nike ID.com to design my own but I needed a US address for shipping so, that idea had to wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Chingay rehearsal last Saturday I went to my shop at Queensway and eLLa a Voguelicious fan came over to support and bought 2 pairs of slippers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;James &amp;amp; I went for a walk round Queensway and walk into Limited Edition for just a look see because we wanted to get comfortable shoes for Chingay ( We have to dance 1/2 count choreo with lotsa of running, ok) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After eyeing a few pairs James yelled out "Baby....... Look" and he showed me that VERY Voguelicious pair of Nike Zoom. Online my foot lah. I asked the salesman what was the biggest size and he said "Oh, this design Women's design, biggest is US woman 10.5 or 11" My heart sank because I am a US men's 10.5 US women's 12...... ARRRRRR! Still I asked to try the pair, he went away and came back looking sad and said "Sorry, 10.5 &amp;amp; 11 no stock but I got size 12....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like YAHOO!!!!!!! I tried it and it fitted like a freaking glove lah. Best part was that the boss gave me a 15% discount lah for 2 reasons I guess..... 1. We were childhood soccer mates ( YES I Desmond Vogue, mamasan, diva plays soccer) and 2. Its like an unwritten rule, we give discounts to all Queensway people. I paid only bout sightly over $115 for it. After that James &amp;amp; I each bought a pair each of another Nike SB for Chingay. Will update for bout what Voguelicious &amp;amp; I have been up to since 31st Dec 2008 till now in a few days ok..... In the meantime lets see what I bought in the last 48hours.... Oh yes, and what I have designed and ordered fm NIKE ID........ I found a way to ship it here...... I have have it in 4 to 6 weeks time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, Pics are all fm the internet as I am using my Apple to blog. My Apple does not have a SD Card slot so, its easier for me just to download the pics fm the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXN9pZ12bdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V8UiFehHMgc/s320/Nike+Vogue.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292712137355324882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 197px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nike Zoom aka Nike Vogue&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXOHXYa1amI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oADsQwHiahs/s320/Adidas+Pink1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292722822852209250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could not get the model that I got but its the same as this but bigger and the pink is like the handle pink.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXOIJDz5h6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/A-GBHGiRVZs/s1600-h/ADH1764+Adidas+watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXOIJDz5h6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/A-GBHGiRVZs/s320/ADH1764+Adidas+watch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292723676313651106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally a dress watch that fits my FAT wrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXONalBS-LI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7X-HhODAApA/s1600-h/desvogue1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXONalBS-LI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7X-HhODAApA/s320/desvogue1a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292729474844129458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out what is said on the right and left top tongue.... Desvogue   Licious.&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;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXOOFp6c_gI/AAAAAAAAAHE/1woJn1RnkSg/s320/desvogue2a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292730214891978242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXOOWq7q9LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XTOAUKNnY9w/s1600-h/desvogue3a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXOOWq7q9LI/AAAAAAAAAHM/XTOAUKNnY9w/s320/desvogue3a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292730507223299250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXQGx9Qj69I/AAAAAAAAAHU/5FkfSxJ1A_4/s1600-h/Nike+pinkgold+WB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXQGx9Qj69I/AAAAAAAAAHU/5FkfSxJ1A_4/s320/Nike+pinkgold+WB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292862917394557906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanted the Black / Gold one but it's OUT of STock. These Jacket are only sold in limited numbers in ASIA and some of the colours are only to SIngapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXQKYCMozOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9OFvZso0BO8/s1600-h/nikeSB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXQKYCMozOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/9OFvZso0BO8/s320/nikeSB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292866870090190050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-style: italic; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nike SB Zoom Tre AD - Black/University Blue. I hope that they had Black/Pink but sadly..... No have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I gtg..... I NEED SLEEP...... as more shopping tomorrow....... Loves you alls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Des&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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-2493242184394057718?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2493242184394057718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=2493242184394057718' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/2493242184394057718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/2493242184394057718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/sneaker-freaker.html' title='Sneaker Freaker.'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SXN9pZ12bdI/AAAAAAAAAGc/V8UiFehHMgc/s72-c/Nike+Vogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-5185302064914537619</id><published>2008-12-31T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:29:40.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Blog Post Of The year......!</title><content type='html'>In about 12 hours time, Izzy, Veron, Alif, Hairul and I with almost the rest of the Voguelicious family will be doing our last PCD Divas Showtime for 2008. It has been a great wild year, especially the last 2 months. Its been busy busy busy with lots of drama. Friends stole from me, started bad rumours bout my intentions to help people, had many many fights with OnnOnn, bust with Bitchy Beach, rehearsing for competitions after we close shop at Changi Airport, Auditioning New Members for Voguelicious, planning new items for PCD Diva Showtime with the help of Izzy and so much more. The only few things that I did not have time to do is get Thirteenth Zodiac Talents &amp;amp; Events started full, did not even have time to get the company profile and pictures to the web designer, if you visit our site that we already paid for all you will see is a very nicely done black page that says Thirteenth Zodiac Talent &amp;amp; Events, Under Construction and to clear my house.............really lah, shut your mouth! Theres like only walking space fm the main door to rooms, there are stuff everywhere and I really mean everywhere.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I better sign off now but I want to take this chance to say I love you OnnOnn for always being by my side and remember that tomorrow is a new year, new start. Thank you Izzy for being who you are and working so hard for everything you do, I love you. Thank You Alif for your best in everything that you do. Thank You Veron for trying to be better in everything you do. Thank You Fauzi for putting the BITCH and Glam and EVERYTHING you wear, say or do and to Isaac, I still do see ya as a friend so, I hope that you're happy now maybe even happier and do say "Hi' if we ever meet at Esplanade Underground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heres to a great, fruitful, sexy, filled with sex and love, healthy, stress free (yeah right), glam, fun 2009! Whaat Ah.....Whaat Ah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-5185302064914537619?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5185302064914537619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=5185302064914537619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/5185302064914537619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/5185302064914537619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-blog-post-of-year.html' title='Last Blog Post Of The year......!'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-8989741221796461022</id><published>2008-12-12T04:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:42:36.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A tale of forgive but how to forget?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SUIO9BjeMZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1h4syg1FjLs/s1600-h/dannyblogcrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SUIO9BjeMZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1h4syg1FjLs/s320/dannyblogcrop.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278798154783666578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This post has been edited due to the REQUEST I say again REQUEST not that I had, wanted or needed to. Ok, let's call him Mr "I", due to Mr I's BF REQUEST to delete this post, because it seems Mr I has overdose on Panadol last night and Mr I's BF knew bout it only when the nurse picked up the phone on Mr I's behalf.... very kind nurse huh....... I even edit the pic....... In the end I decided not to delete because Im sure people all already knows whats going on and that people have already read this post so for the best interest of everyone and me included the best I can do is edit this post........BTW people, YES I AM A BITCH......BUT I WILL NEVER WANT TO SEE A FRIEND GO TO JAIL SO, NO I DID NOT REALLY MAKE A POLICE REPORT but LET ME JUST SAY THIS ONCE MORE MR I, STEAL FROM ANYONE AGAIN OR LIE TO ME AGAIN AND I WILL NOT BE SO NICE NEXT TIME!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I was fucking pissed off as some of you all may have know bout my Philips headphone going missing and finding out that a close friend stole it by seeing him very glamly posing in a pic with my cousin Gabby, my fren Diana, Dean and Danny...(Oh Ma...all Ds) from SOS Sentosa, my headphone was around his neck lah, that cheebye I told myself. After all I have done for that mat he stole from me again.....YES AGAIN! 1st time was at a chalet that Voguelicious and I threw for him, I caught him stealing a packet of NUTS...yes NUTS from my personal bag but I acted blur and just took it back from his bag that night as I did not want to malu him due to NUTS! At this time he was also suspended fm SOS Sentosa but he lied to me and told me that he took 2weeks leave.....HELLO.......I was working at SOS Sentosa wayyyyyy before you Mr I so, I still have ears there ok. I knew fm the get go that he was lying when he called me to ask me to give him a job at my already filled with staff Bitchy Beach shop. I took him in, gave him food and a job for 2weeks and he stole from me! The 1st week of him working there I spent more on staff salary than what the shop earned.....but I was helping a friend so I was ok with it. Every Voguelicious fork out $50 each for his Surprise Birthday Chalet and James, Darren and I came out with the remaining $1200 for food, drinks, chalet booking and what not......and he stole from me.........I really wonder what else he has stolen as at that very chalet a junior member of Voguelicious had $50 missing from his wallet......Yes it could have been anyone but....... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the day of the chalet we had to delay time for Mr I to arrive to the chalet so, we got Mr I's BF to delay time and bring him here and there, we also got Mr I to go to Tampines Centre CC to register our names for the Ole! Tampines Day Dance Competition, I asked Mr I to help pay the $30 entree fee and wold pay him back when we meet.... the next dayMr I came to me and ask me for the $30 back asap because his BF had no cash to go home as his BF paid on our behalf so I gave Mr I the $30 and thought nothing of it till the next day. Mr I's BF sms me to tell me that he has transfer his share of the chalet to my acc but the amount was $30 less, so I told his BF that I already paid it to Mr I the day b4 and his BF was like........"Oh....ok I transfer the $30 to you later ok after work. I sms Mr I and ask him if he pass the $30 to his BF yet as since he said that his BF had no cash to go home, he replied and I still have the sms...... Oh, I kept it for myself as I need the cash.......Hello, than why tell me that you're BF asked for it and needed it? I owe I will pay I dun care what you do with it but why lie??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that was that lah, but one day when we were going to have rehearsals at the Airport Mr I met us at the shop so we can take the same car to rehearsal and on that day strangely my cash register said I had 11 sales but in my sales book there was only written 10 sales and the register was short of $27.50...the amount of a discounted Cross Strap sandals........ I purposely said out loud just to test to see how he wold react as to tell you the truth I did not really trust him anymore at that time, I said...."Wow....so funny, $27.50 short fm my sales......It ok, I believe in Karma and my angel will tell me who stole" at the moment and I was not the only one that notice this, Mr I straight away had white face and got up and walk out of the shop........Hmmmmmm, yes, thats not proof that Isaac stole fm my sales as well but its just weird for an innocent to act that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, coming back to my headphone......I mass sms all my frens an saying that the police ask me to sms my frens as so to give the thief a change to return my stuff and I dun press charges......Mr I sms back hours later acting innocent and very yaya..... "sorry for the late reply as I was at sos with the newbies, Eheh, who took your headphones???So drama until must report to police..... That cheebye......I HAVE PROOF LAH&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;! so, I replied, eh eh, Mr I, I have proof lah, I have photo of this person wearing my headphone.............SILENT........no reply fm him till like mins later.......Desmond Im sorry, I stole your headphone, I took it because I sacred to return to you because that time after I at your house I watch porn I use to listen to the porn than I forgot to return you so after that I kept it because I scared you scold..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, you were at my house using my laptop and headphone so how in the mother fucking world did my headphone end up in you bag?????? Like Fauzi told me.... Want to lie plan properly want to steal dont take photo....... So, I told Mr I to meet me and the rest at Cineleisure as we were having dinner there followed by a movie.....he reach there giving the face that we all guess that he would give and change his story abit....he said that he scared to return my headphone when he forgot to put it back on my laptop(I ask again, how did it ended up in your bag???) because it hit the cab door and there was a small dot on it.......................and the only reason he wore the headphone again on that photo taking day with danny is cuz he had no choice due to his mother questioning him bout why the headphone is in his room...........HUH......wow, what a story.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even at that point I told him........., I accept your apology please change. All of us hug and made up and I told him that I have forgiven him but I cant forget what he has done and we were all very disappointed so he has to earn our trust back. Left it at that and thought that he had learn his lesson and will change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, a friend whom I totally trust told me over a tele-conversation that Mr I told his good friend that Voguelicious is BLINDED by Desmond Charles by all the help and free things he has given them and thats why Voguelicious dun listen to him anymore........Hello, wake up, you're not around enough to earn the respect or have anything to do with the planning of items so how to listen to you if you're never there and also, Voguelicious is not own my you, Izzy, Hairul, Jaz, Veron, Alif, Fadli or me, its not a product its a bunch of friends whom love each other and love to dance and perform as a group, there are no leaders......Mr I you always say, Oh...... My dancers........I am the leader of Voguelicious, than act like one, a leader comes to all rehearsals, does most of the planning and editing and a leader does not lie or steal..... Why do you feel threaten by me? I helped you all because its my way for paying it forward, repaying the help that I received when I started out, I help you all because I love you all like family not because I wanted to BLIND anyone......Anyway, like what everyone has said, most times I pay first for things but I will deduct from salary to pay back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sms Mr I asking him why he said this but he replied saying.........No, I never said such thing desmond, the person whom told you must be evil because I never said such thing...... just as I was calming down I was tele conferencing with Izzy and Veron telling them I was very hurt by Mr I's comments and that maybe he really did not say that because its here-say but Veron told me that Mr I has said the same thing to him before in the bus ""Mr I scared that Voguelicious gets BLINDED by Des lah said Mr I" There it was the same word that my friend told be that Mr I used Blinded........and veron said this word without knowing that I was told that Mr I used this word......anyways......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sms Mr I again and told him that even Veron told me that he has said that before and he sms me the next morning saying that why would he have said that for no apparent reason...........and that Veron also complain to him bout something bout me.......Veron told me already that the complain was work related because Veron was scared that he cant wake up on time for work, it was work related not personal........WTF...........What kind of man are you Mr I? What kind of human are you.......in the wrong just say sorry and try your best to change dun push blame and say so, Veron also complain..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I really dun think he will change just by me bitching and giving tough love as what I was telling everyone that I would do.I still care and love him but if he can back stab me, lie to me and steal from me, he really left me no choice....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the record, Mt I sms all of us and its even in his new blog that he wants out of Voguelicious, he was not chase away. We already made a choice as a group that Mr I should stay but he needs to earn the respect and trust back the day before but giving the new info I think he made the right choice to leave the group but he will always be welcome back.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are more to Mr I than just  the stealing and lying, he has even told people and my cousin Gabby that I pay him only $50 for a recent show. Yes I did but I asked everyone if they agree to that payment before I confirm with clients because clients had budget also on top of that I paid for the costumes......Everyone agreed to the payment and suddenly theres issues of me paying under market price.......hello fucker..... SOS you have to run like a mad horse and you get $60 for 2+1 shows only 4th show extra $20.......and you complain that I pay you $50 for 2 dance items with free flow of drinks and cash payment under market........????Did you also tell people, that you got paid $150 for your first drag show and that everything in this show was supplied my me??? From heels, to stockings, to costumes, to bras, to fae eye lashes and I even got a make up artiste to do the make up........???? Please, your already 24 act like one, stop telling lies and stop hurting people because you're jealous. yes, I have more than you but I earned it I did not steal it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even in your blog you admit that you stole but you make it sound like it was not planned, like you by mistake kept my headphone in your bag........I SAY AGAIN  YOU THEIF, HOW DID MY HEADPHONES END UP IN YOUR BAG FM MY HOME???? HOW DOES NOT RETURNING IT BACK TO ME EQUALS NOT STEALING BUT SCARED TO RETURN?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I forgive you but please please grow up, stop all this lies and rumours and jealousy and what not, change and earn the trust and respect back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those whom both sides of the story read his blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps. Danny did you also lie to me when you told me that you check Mr I headphones and thats its not mine because Mr I admitted to me that he told you what happen after I called you and after I ask you not to tell Isaac that I asked you to check, Mr I said that you told him everything bout my call to you that I ask you to check on him. Mr I told me that he admitted to you that he stole from me.......but you sms me telling me that you saw his headphone and that it was not mine.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Friends.....please dont judge Mr I, He is a nice person and maybe he just needs some advise so dont treat him any diff ok.......? Just watch your belongings.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Des&lt;/div&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/6262251621815516410-8989741221796461022?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8989741221796461022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=8989741221796461022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/8989741221796461022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/8989741221796461022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/tale-of-forgive-but-how-to-forget.html' title='A tale of forgive but how to forget?'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SUIO9BjeMZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1h4syg1FjLs/s72-c/dannyblogcrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-1183584496580729485</id><published>2008-12-09T06:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:57:43.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has my Philips Headphone gone to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/ST2j9ZLTXmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0sEPkV6lLSI/s1600-h/41gif-tMeBL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/ST2j9ZLTXmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0sEPkV6lLSI/s320/41gif-tMeBL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277554613473730146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am really fucking pissed off man! Last few weeks or maybe longer I have been having my cash or belongings going missing........I have caught a fren stealing some edible stuff from me last month but I left it at that because I TOOK it back from my fren's bag and decided to monitor this fren..... I even had money missing fm my bag and shop but whom stole fm me I really cant be sure but I do have my suspects and if I have accused you wrongly I am sorry but I did see you hiding that edible thing under your bag. As for my cash missing I cant say whom stole fm me maybe it was a 'Toyol".......better put a needle or mirror with my cash. LOL&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, as for my headphones... That fucking Philips cost over $200 Singapore Dollars, it has noise cancellation and I bought it because I am scared of flying so I use it in the plane to listen to movies or my IPOD(maybe you should steal my IPOD...wait maybe you already have......since I have so many things that you dont fucking have might as well steal my life, my house and my hubby, you fucker!) That Headphone has a set of serial numbers that can be match to my warranty  card you STUPID FUCKING THIEF! I still cant say for sure whom this FUCKER is but I do have a pic of a fren on another fren's blog whom I have NEVER seen use a headphones before wearing a set of headphones that looks 100% like my Philips one........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope its not what Im seeing, I hope that that fren owns the headphone that he was wearing but if you did steal fm me IM FUCKING TELLING YOU NOW. DONT FUCK WITH ME! MAKE SURE YOU RETURN MY HEADPHONES TO ME BY PUTTING IT INTO MY SHOE RACK BY DEC 10TH OR I WILL MAKE SURE THAT YOU SPENT THE NEXT FEW YEARS IN JAIL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-1183584496580729485?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1183584496580729485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=1183584496580729485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/1183584496580729485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/1183584496580729485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-has-my-phillips-headphone-gone.html' title='Where has my Philips Headphone gone to?'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/ST2j9ZLTXmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0sEPkV6lLSI/s72-c/41gif-tMeBL._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-3071349306276734871</id><published>2008-12-04T03:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:28:11.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ole! Tampines Day Hip Hop Dance Competition organizers are BIG LIARS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Where do I being........wow, its has really been a long long hard hard hard tiring tiring few weeks. Been rehearsing for many upcoming shows and competitions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were suppose to do the normal dance item and choreo, you know the kind where many songs are remix into one with many many transitions but we had 2 dancers pulled out on us last min and 1 of them just MIA. So i suggested that we do just 1 song, like what i did in the good old days. Back in the day we did not have the software to edit this nor that, we choose a song, did the choreo and that was that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as a team we choose Disturbia by Rihanna......We rehearse like maddddddd i tell you.....  ok skip subject 4bit...i just farted at Veron's face....lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did a perfect item even if Isaac did not like the idea at first but after he saw the item he gave his thumps up but sorry girl, even if you did not give your thumps up we would have stuck to the item as we liked the item.......LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes we won 2nd place and even Hakim one of the judges whom is also fm Fantastic 4 said he liked our item. The Ole! Tampines Day people were really arses especially Daphne Gwee......so rude......the prize was suppose to be cash but they quietly gave us NTUC Vouchers...........WTF!!!! We and FX Crew argue with them lah. I really gave them a hearful I tell you, in the end they agree to change the Vouchers to cash but not the amount Promise.....Oh Well........CHEAPO CC.......I mean they are so fucking rich, if you say RC than ok lah i understand, RCs normally budget but this Tampines Central CC of OLE! Tampines Day is super rich lah, even can get all the Tampines MPs down, Mark Lee, Susan Kwan, Chua Enlai and Irene Ang to perform leh than have the cheek to give us vouchers.......&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/6262251621815516410-3071349306276734871?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3071349306276734871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=3071349306276734871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/3071349306276734871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/3071349306276734871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/ole-tampines-day-hip-hop-dance.html' title='Ole! Tampines Day Hip Hop Dance Competition organizers are BIG LIARS!'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-4114159491970448865</id><published>2008-11-24T04:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:18:28.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and no play is bad but too much play is also bad. PT.5</title><content type='html'>I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Last night of our chalet. The girls all came back from that magical place where dreams come true. After eating and showing the girls my video of that rude uncle at my show, we were just hanging around and goofing here and there, Izzy went to take a shower so, I being the arse that I am climbed onto the toilet bowl nest to the shower room to film Izzy showering. I got caught and Izzy started screaming......its did not help matters when Veron, Izzy's BFF poured a whole bottle of water on him fm where I was. Izzy started screaming again like a mad possessed gay boy. Suddenly the toilet dorr open on its own and Izzy ran out of the chalet and ran towards the empty chalets, I was still recording.........he ran as fast as light Veron gave chase and I followed as fast as I could and that was like not very fast lah,......... Shut your mouth. I recorded Izzy falling to the ground asking for help and mandarin than they ran back to the chalet, upon running back to the chalet I knowing that I wont catch up pust the stop button on my cam but we would soon realize that theres more than meets the eyes and that there were extra eyes looking at us without us knowing. Once we reach back the chalet, everyone was just laughing and staring at us. Izzy and Veron than started wrestle and I even put butter on Veron Arse. .....YUCKS right? In the end Izzy show black face and Veron also bit black face with Izzy but it was hard to see as Veron is already kinda ok black.......LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I scolded both of them as I hate when people joke joke than turn the joke into a fight. Guess everyone was just tired or possessed.......jeng jengjeng....... In the end all was well......until i invited everyone to view the recording of Izzy in the shower and running out of the chalet and all that lah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st odd thing we notice was that the toilet door which was lock in the beginning of Izzy's shower opened by itself upon Izzy screaming and the 2nd odd thing we notice was that when Izzy was hiding near a tree there seem to be a white and black  "shape" popping out near his head but the next scary thing we notice made all of us even James and Darren pack the BBQ up, wash their legs and rush upstairs to the room where ALL of us grown men were already hiding......When Izzy and Veron were runny back to the chalet, just at the point I press the stop button, the recording still cont to record them running back a white "shape' that seem to have black hair appeared coming up from the floor and rose up behind Veron and ran after Veron and Izzy.....than the recording went dead......but I did not record that part. it stop the cam just as they were running back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said like countless Hail Maries that night. Never again will I get a chalet there......or play this kind of pranks at night.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps will post the rude uncle and this "white shape" video soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-4114159491970448865?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4114159491970448865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=4114159491970448865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/4114159491970448865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/4114159491970448865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-work-and-no-play-is-bad-but-too_24.html' title='All work and no play is bad but too much play is also bad. PT.5'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-8617386988601798317</id><published>2008-11-24T03:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:58:51.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WaterDance by Voguelicious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-25a05146fa0fd182" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D25a05146fa0fd182%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331397618%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35B1B25EFA9ADC09D9A06196BFFE08005EAA4B9.62F58AB3E7B7D996AA99ACFB5A5DA5B8DE8B56A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D25a05146fa0fd182%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKqagAA2WrQ5VE31N0t95qnLTkW0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D25a05146fa0fd182%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331397618%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35B1B25EFA9ADC09D9A06196BFFE08005EAA4B9.62F58AB3E7B7D996AA99ACFB5A5DA5B8DE8B56A2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D25a05146fa0fd182%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DKqagAA2WrQ5VE31N0t95qnLTkW0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who says we cant dance Ballet huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-8617386988601798317?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=25a05146fa0fd182&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8617386988601798317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=8617386988601798317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/8617386988601798317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/8617386988601798317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/waterdance-by-voguelicious.html' title='WaterDance by Voguelicious.'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-8720453495804646371</id><published>2008-11-24T03:19:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T03:52:32.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictorial of our "WaterBallet" session!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSmzqIUtQnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4w-8ZStqug8/s1600-h/waterdance+105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271942375184089714" style="WIDTH: 240px; 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session!'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSmzqIUtQnI/AAAAAAAAAFk/4w-8ZStqug8/s72-c/waterdance+105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-3281942557242710706</id><published>2008-11-23T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:55:32.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Beat!</title><content type='html'>Ok, today was a really CRAZZZZZZY day! The gals came stayed over as we had to wake up early to get to our Chingay Rehearsals. We got all dress up late night for a night out on the town. When we reach homed Isaac was drunk and he wanted to touch the sky and fell off the hammok. Anyway, the plan was not to sleep because we knew that if we slept we would miss rehearsals. In the end James stayed up all night playing Isaac's PSP, i guess he did so because he was scared that we would fall asleep and not be able to wake up. In the end we all fell asleep at 6am and woke at 7am. Got clean, change and went to rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal was at PA and we rehearse under the fucking hot hot sun. It was so hot the the glue in my new PUMA shoes melted. The choreo was half counts but we Voguelicious handle it with ease. In the end all of us, Isaac, Izzy, Veron, Alif, Fadli, Dydy, Diana and me were chosen to be part of the 40 TOP dancers......meaning we dont need to wear the stupid big headgears......Yahoo! The choreographer did not even need us to sit for the selection he just came to us and asked our name as he wanted us in the top 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the hottest rehearsal ever we had our free lunch squeeze 7 of us into the car, went to pick up Izzy than it was 8 of us in a 5 sitter car..........Oh Ma! We were planning to go home, shower than leave to the BODS warehouse sale at Changi South. When we reach my place Izzy suggested that we shower in the pool..Good idea as I have not swan since we move in 5months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played pool catching, acted like the pool belong to us than almost the end of our pool outing we took pictures of us jumping dance style into the pool and even did a "Water-Ballet" ala "Waterboys" video....SO funny........I know right!&lt;br /&gt; Once all that was done we had to rush home to change and rush not to 1 warehouse sales but 2. Zara had a sale too........ ANyways, Isaac bought a nice black trenchcoat and the same brown lace shirt James has......hmmmmmmm! Veron bought a black white checked hoodie, Alif did not get his pink coat as a bitch bought it but he did but a trenchcoat and the highwaist boody that Izzy bought yesterday. We rush to Zara with 10 mins remaining but there were nothing much to buy as the staff were packing up but we did but a sweater and a hoodie for James and I. Veron bought a skinny jumper that is ok but jumpers are like so yesterday...............SHUT YOUR MOUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush to the shop, James and I slept abit in the carpark when we reach and had dinner once we woke.  Closed shop at 2130, took over our new shop send Izzy, Shaiful and Veron home and now Im home blogging watching Man U play while Darren and James are snoring in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Pt5 of All work and no play is bad but too much play is also bad will be done tomorrow! NEED TO SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-3281942557242710706?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3281942557242710706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=3281942557242710706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/3281942557242710706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/3281942557242710706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/dead-beat.html' title='Dead Beat!'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-3402325445587639199</id><published>2008-11-21T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:39:11.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and no play is bad but too much play is also bad too! PT.4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 2nd day of our chalet I had to do a Singing telegram as Marilyn Monroe. It was at this bloody CINA but act Ang Mo karaoke pub called Studio 6......please lah, more like Studio XI (DIE in hokkien). It was a stupid timing 2320...yes thats 1120pm. So, while everyone was going to have fun that night I mama san had to work. Reach the pub earlier as Vivian my friend told me that her clients would like me to start ealier. Vivian whom is also known as Sweetheart The Clown onwer of Zephyhdom, a Talent company much like mine but vivian's company has been around longer than mine lah even if we started this ind the same time. I was more of a freelancer all these years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reach the bloody pub which is along North Canal Road and James went in to look for the person in charge while Darren and I satyed in the car. He came out and told me that the clients said that I was suppose sing a few songs.........hello, BITCH.... which part of singing teloegram don't you understand? Mind you, I am ok with singing 1000 songs if paid and if I were not suffering fm cough while still recovering fm bronchitics. I mean singing Happy Birthday ala Marilyn Monreo is ok as its in a sexy low voice but singing to other songs with karaoke backing is another story. On top of that, I and Vivian are firm believers of not spoiling the market price so being paid for a singing telegram but doing a 20 song and stand up gig was a no no. SO, I had a word with Vivian on the phone and she confirm that I was only suppose to sing happy birthday to a Mr Porter fm Germany. 15mins max but that was suppose to be plus photo taking lah. The client spoke to me while I was sitting in the car and she told me that Mr Porter is an Out Of Town MD of the company and I was suppose to sing happy birthday to this guy named Clarence but not to bring him on stage as he just had his foot cut off dued to an accident. I was suppose to sing happy birthday to him, tease Mr Porter and get out because as it is that was more than should be done for that fee for a singing telegram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHile I was on stage this bloody, act rich, fucker of an old man kept oh hackeling me....cutting me off yelling "STRIP". He really kena for me I tell you, but I did it in the most professinal way I could or knew how, if it was anyone of my girls doing the show I dare not think out the out come. That old man plus a friend whom I think had too much to drink were the rudest mother fuckers I have ever met I tell you, I mean I am a bitch but I am a nice bitch but these 2 arseholes were nasty just cuz they could, I felt like they treated me like I was less than them. So, I did what I was suppose to do, entertain, sing happy birthday and tease Mr Porter, I ended the show and said my good byes but this old man's asrehole fren grad the mike out of my hands and said like a drunken "If you strip than talk, if you dont strip than dont talk" as I sign off my shows by always saying "If you drink dont drive, if you drive dont drink, if you drink and drive please remember one thing, DONT DRIVE BEHIND ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post the video on youtube and link it here you be the judge and see what an arse those 2 old men were but you have to listen with earphone as the sound not that clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;while walking out of the pub my step brother "Mofian" whom I have not keen for years joined in with the people and emcee in hackeling me to stay to sing more songs. Mofian is the 2nd son from my birth mother's 1st marriage. She took over tyhe mic and said "on behalf of the Studio 6 management and that I am your brother I demand you to stay.....Hello, my so called brother was trying was trying to show off his powers in getting me to stay is it? Hello............Mofian, I have nothing againts you as you were at your work place and ,aybe you wanted to look good but thats not the way dear..........as if you really treated me like your brother you would not hackel me to stay when you should not professinal I am and If i sadi I am going means I am going in the most professinal way. In normal times I would have bitch slap anyway whom says out loud on the mic that he demands me to .......whatever but as not to malu him I said in the most draggy voice......"I need to touch up my make up first" and walk back to the car. I was really pissed off by this point and wished that I could go back into the pub and bitch slap that uncle, punch his face than suck his cock while in drag than fuck him all infront of his friends as thats how he made me feel during the show. I sure he would have enjoyed it btw. Sad thing was, he was a cute uncle but ugly at heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reach back the chalet and only Lee, Shawn and Rick, Rick is another cute guy from a shop at my workplace, hes a tattoo artiste and most of us like to joke with him that we want to sleep with him as for a straight man he looks yummy but gay....LOL He was giggling like a girl when he saw me in drag and asked to take a pic with me. After the pics were taken with him I asked Darren to take some solo pics for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSZBiYBDk0I/AAAAAAAAADk/3CKAGD3L0K8/s1600-h/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270972472701981506" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSZBiYBDk0I/AAAAAAAAADk/3CKAGD3L0K8/s320/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSZFc-WzwcI/AAAAAAAAADs/MG7eCxzfIh0/s1600-h/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270976777961062850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSZFc-WzwcI/AAAAAAAAADs/MG7eCxzfIh0/s320/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once pictures were taken I notice that there were uneaten and half eaten food everywhere but my girls nowhere......I knew what they were up to and I was pissed as they refuse to answer my calls but answered Lee's and I was also angry with the mess and amount half eaten food everywhere.......So, I ask James to type an SMS to ask my girls to come back and that I am unhappy with the mess and half eaten food but Veron called back just before James could send the SMS out. I gave him a hearful.....sorry indian girl.....LOL. They came back like 20mins later and I bet you they ask Hairul the oldest and bravest amounts them to come first and ask me not to be so angry but to tell you the truth I was ok already by then. I explain to the girls why i was angry and made for everyone food to eat as they were hungry after a night of hard work.....LOL....SHUT YOUR MOUTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BB&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/6262251621815516410-3402325445587639199?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3402325445587639199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=3402325445587639199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/3402325445587639199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/3402325445587639199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-work-and-no-play-is-bad-but-too_3980.html' title='All work and no play is bad but too much play is also bad too! PT.4'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSZBiYBDk0I/AAAAAAAAADk/3CKAGD3L0K8/s72-c/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-4373535346032742349</id><published>2008-11-21T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:02:19.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and no play is bad but too much play is also bad too! PT. 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSWXXvt4CDI/AAAAAAAAADc/LCAJa6IEX94/s1600-h/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270785373108701234" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSWXXvt4CDI/AAAAAAAAADc/LCAJa6IEX94/s320/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2 of our surprise chalet for Isaac. As lots of "stuff" happened the night before most of us were still in bed at noon. My baby James, the sweetheart woke up early to send Hairul to work because he was working morning shift, since James was on leave he offered to send Hairul to work. My hubby is the best person in the world, when he's feeling happy or normal but when he's moody he's the worst of the worst, I tell you, but I love him nonetheless. The night before we had a small fight because he was upset about a "drink" that Hairul made for Isaac. That special "drink" will remain a secret....Trust me...you do not want to know what that "drink" was. Anyway, after a short yelling match between us the night before we went to bed with Darren on my left and James on my right all was well after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;James will send anyone anywhere and most times I'm ok with it but sometimes it does bother me. Like that morning he was so tired and was driving Hairul to work but the car was moving like a snake as in he was swerving from left to right. When he reached back ECP he stopped at the MacDonalds carpark and slept for not 1 min, 10 mins or even 1 hour....he fell asleep in the car for 2 hours.....OH MA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When he reached back to the chalet, most of us were still asleep even IZZY whom was supposed to be in school at 10am...... James woke us up but Izzy said..."nevermind, I go after lunch at 2pm" lazy bones.....LOL. We all got out of bed Izzy and the rest took showers. James &amp;amp; I were going to send Izzy to school and Darren had to fetch Lee and Shawn to work at the shop. James had to rush me home first as my Aunty Cheryl and Mei Mei (Angelina), my cousin were coming over to try on my gowns. As you can see and read the post below how she looks like and what happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHen James returned home, we showered, made love, slept woke up and made love again and went back to the Chalet. By the time we reach back Hairul was back from work. The girls were all over the place and I sense that they were planning something for the night but I was too stress and tried to find out what as I knew that I will know at night fall.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not have time as I had a singing telegram to gig as Marilyn Monroe to get ready for. The gig was Bitchy, The night was filled with fear, anger, laughter, fear and more fear.......PT. 4 akan datang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-4373535346032742349?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4373535346032742349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=4373535346032742349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/4373535346032742349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/4373535346032742349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-work-and-no-play-is-bad-but-too_21.html' title='All work and no play is bad but too much play is also bad too! PT. 3'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSWXXvt4CDI/AAAAAAAAADc/LCAJa6IEX94/s72-c/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-2271976471431398570</id><published>2008-11-20T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:50:35.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How fast they grow.....!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSVqE0reRSI/AAAAAAAAADU/sbfBfh7AAdM/s1600-h/mei+mei+prom+201108+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270735570000037154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSVqE0reRSI/AAAAAAAAADU/sbfBfh7AAdM/s320/mei+mei+prom+201108+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok just a quick update. As some of you may know, on top of being a a performer and entrepreneur I am also a pretty good and much sort after Make Up Artist and Stylist in the Dinner &amp;amp; Dance circle. I seldom do bridal but when I do its most for the more glam theme kind of weddings lah....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, is my cousin's prom. She's like 16 but 1.76m. She will be a New Face winner soon. Anyway, her name is Angelina and she reminds me of another cousin of mine from my mother's side Gabby. Angel or Mei Mei as I always call her is a jeans and tshirt kind of gal, very seldom would you see her wear a dress. So, for her prom she sms me and asked me how much would I charge her for make up. I would normally charge family or not as work is work but Mei MEi is still in school and I have never done anything sweet for her so, I told her it's free. Even the gown i lend her free. Really wanted her to be all dolled up. You be the judge. James, My aunty Cheryl and uncle Richard(Mei Mei parents) and I send her to Excelsior Hotel as her prom was there. We escorted her to the ballroom and the moment she entered EVERYONE was WOW........she suddently became a STAR the whole Sec 4 class rush out to take pics with her......some even said out loud...WOW, confirm Prom Queen.... Got few said You look like Leona Lewis and I replied "Thank You" I thick skin, I know right.... Shut your mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mei Mei used to call me AH Fen when she was alittle gal. AH Fen sounds like Desmond in baby talk.....now she is like a woman now but she will always be my Mei Mei. Man how fast they grow and I feel old being the oldest grandchild of my grandma's 24 grandkids......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-2271976471431398570?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2271976471431398570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=2271976471431398570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/2271976471431398570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/2271976471431398570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-fast-they-grow.html' title='How fast they grow.....!'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSVqE0reRSI/AAAAAAAAADU/sbfBfh7AAdM/s72-c/mei+mei+prom+201108+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-3447574528342551868</id><published>2008-11-20T12:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:27:14.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and no play is bad but too much play is also bad too! PT2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSTw3DYqVcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Ug9MN_NlpnQ/s1600-h/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+195.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270601725733393714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSTwWD7mVTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o5YkS0SVFlY/s320/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+161.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSTxwheMF5I/AAAAAAAAADM/QslWFyAgmMs/s1600-h/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270603279851329426" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSTxwheMF5I/AAAAAAAAADM/QslWFyAgmMs/s320/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Men &amp;amp; a Tranny. This is called the Isaac Pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the Disturbing performance by us.....mind you, we plan the performance like hell, even had the 4 banners spelling out Happy Bdae Baby Dice to drop down at the end of the performance and was suppose to do this and suppose to do that.........in the end what we rehears was not what we did or happen...... 1stly Isaac was suppose to come into the chalet but when he head the music he step back out side wanting to ran away......lucky IS stopped him. I open the dorrs fully and pulled him in. Once in we were suppose to dance with him in the middle while scaring him and take off his tshirt than in the end for some odd reason we took off his tshirt, jacket, boots and took off his skinny jeans half way...... our blocking was everywhere and mind you, THATS NOT HOW WE REHEARS IT! LOL.........the banners that were suppose to fall down while we pulled some strings did not fall well, only 1 did the other 3 had to be pulled down by laddle or by Alif and Izzy jumping to pull it down. Once the banner was down the songs was still playing so I went to get the cake and just in the nick of time while the rest were vogueing on Isaac I manage to walk to Isaac at the end of the song and yell out Happy Birthday......Than he started crying more. He already stating crying during the performance from the shock or the pain of being shove to the ground by us and being almost fully strip, I will have to ask him later bout that. He blew his 24 candles....wow, i remember when I was that age.....its seems like yesterday than before you know it you're 30.....Isaac beware......before you know it you will be 30......I know what you're thinking when you read this Isaac.....Shut Your Mouth Des! but wait.....I will be 36.......SHUT YOUR MOUTH! LOL! He made his wish and blew out his candles.....his wish was simple and sweet....he want us, all of us to remain friends and our friendship to be strong for ever......Oh.........!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once that was done it was BBQ time........ my cousins Lee and James, My friends Eddie, Shawn, My Godpa Alan and Margie came and we all had a nice BBQ..... Ok for the sake of being discreet as what happen next must really be edited. Alif received a call and the rest is history........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i will begin Part 3 from day 2 of the chalet as those whom attended knows what happen that nite..................jeng jengjeng.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama San&lt;br /&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/6262251621815516410-3447574528342551868?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3447574528342551868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=3447574528342551868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/3447574528342551868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/3447574528342551868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-work-and-no-play-is-bad-but-too.html' title='All work and no play is bad but too much play is also bad too! PT2.'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSTwWD7mVTI/AAAAAAAAAC0/o5YkS0SVFlY/s72-c/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-5662441112791717605</id><published>2008-11-20T04:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:29:04.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and no play is bad but too much play is also bad! PT.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSSCiy_HeCI/AAAAAAAAACs/HUAxequChmY/s1600-h/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270480998243989538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSSCiy_HeCI/AAAAAAAAACs/HUAxequChmY/s320/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSR_bN0xoxI/AAAAAAAAACc/xtU4hoMqdMM/s1600-h/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, yes......I know i have not updated for a bit now but I shall ask those reading this......have you updated yours yet????? Shut your mouth then....even if you just updated yours......Shut your mouth.....LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been really busy.....and Im not complaining but its really hard to get things done when you have 2 companies to run, 4 great but playful friends cum part timers, 2 hubbies, my cat Tyger and clients while looking glam but tastefully bitchy all at the same time.....Phew....! I love everything and everyone in my life so, thats why I said Im not complaining.......SO, shut your mouth OK?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was also bit stress and busy with the planning of Isaac 24th Birthday. It was s surprise early birthday party cum staff Chalet. Everyone chip in $50.....1 had to chip in less but we understood as chipping was not a MUST and 1 special person to Isaac(we know who) chip in alittle more while James Darren and I chip in the rest. Let me put it in this was, like the MasterCard TVC said...... Chalet rental for 3D2N saty S$388, BBQ Food S$445, Drinks S$275, BBQ Pits rental S$98, Birthday Cake S$28, Deco S$78, Plates, Forks, Spoons etc S$ 57, spending time with loved ones, great friends and making Isaac Cry(Happy Cry) PRICELESS! SO, yes we did spend more tha plan and maybe thats why i was so pissed at EVERYONE for going "cyciling" very "far" at night while the food was kept out in the open, raw food kept in the open = spoiled food. ANyway, I will get back to this part later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we spent most of the 17th running around like a chicken which just had its head chop off.....Oh SAW VI......buying cloth to make the Happy BDae Baby Dice (thank you Alif and Fadli), buying the BBQ items and setting up the place with full HD theatre system and all that. We even had time to fit in rehearsals for a performance we were going to do for Isaac "Disturbia" by the cheater bitch Rihanna.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSSADC_rE7I/AAAAAAAAACk/3SYp8kgNLzs/s1600-h/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270478253762220978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSSADC_rE7I/AAAAAAAAACk/3SYp8kgNLzs/s320/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While getting ready changing into our costumes I took some pictures of Hairul......Oh Ma........ What a slut right???? Shut Your Mouth, hes my fren and hes a nice slut....So if you're not in out circle of frens and you dare call him slut surely kena one...LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, we all on on standby and when Isaac came the music played, the came out dancing and miming he was super pale and shock as I told him to report to the chalet for a show.....that bimbo....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well......anyway. Lots happen after that and the next 2 days......we even had a "unwelcome Visitor" dress in white. Will update over the next few days or hours depends how free I get.....STAY TUNED!&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/6262251621815516410-5662441112791717605?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5662441112791717605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=5662441112791717605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/5662441112791717605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/5662441112791717605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-work-and-no-play-is-bad-but-so-is.html' title='All work and no play is bad but too much play is also bad! PT.1'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SSSCiy_HeCI/AAAAAAAAACs/HUAxequChmY/s72-c/Isaac+Birthday+and+Marilyn+17-191108+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-2708885978198822813</id><published>2008-11-13T16:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:31:46.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rihanna....Here we come!</title><content type='html'>Ok, Rihanna is not really my most fav female artiste but there have been so many artistes that I was dying to watch but did not dued to budget or lack of it or my timing just clashes with the concert.&lt;br /&gt;SO, this time round my baby James so sweet. He said "look baby we can afford the tickets and time so I dont care, you better go. He wanted me to go alone because I was complaining that the tickets were too expensive for Rihanna $225 per ticket.....like hello..... I would pay $500 to watch Christina or Janet Or Madonna. Hell, if we could open for PussyCat Dolls I will pay 5K if I had too..............kekekekeke.........Shut your mouth but I will have to get major approval from James and Darren. I will maybe have to ask some of my girls to chip in....LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how can anyone watch a concert alone while his baby waits in the car right so, we bought 2 pairs of $225 tickets.....SO Rihanna, you better be good and dont faint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-2708885978198822813?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2708885978198822813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=2708885978198822813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/2708885978198822813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/2708885978198822813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/rihannahere-we-come.html' title='Rihanna....Here we come!'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-4048788669745263681</id><published>2008-11-13T15:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:58:48.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy!</title><content type='html'>Its been a really busy week I tell you.....Cant seem to get my work done....I may have to maybe get a full time staff but scared of the full time salary I will have to pay......Our Biz is just starting out so I wonder if we can afford spenting so much first.............scary I tell ya......Shut Your Mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 's friends have been fucking kypoing yet again. Assholes....... There's this one friend of his, his so called "Best Friend" infront of him act soooooo supporting and smiley at moi but behind our back Im sure hes just jealous of us or moi because hes still single and I bet you hes gay as well and wans James for himself...... Thats just my thought lah. He also keeps sending emails to james asking for a outing with all the "males" only, james replied that he will only come if Des comes alone as they have to accept us as one or dun be friends at all. James also asked to be respected in his choices in life and asked his friends not to be nosey and asked questions as James does not want to talk bout his divorce or faling inlove with me yet. That asre of a fren replied saying....."Oh... I just thought its just us so and so and so and so you and me to meet up.........." HELLO you cheebye, James already said he will only meet after the divorce and only if Des comes along.........&lt;br /&gt;After that email James replied saying "Long email cut short" I dont want to meet as yet and I will only meet you all if Des comes too and I will rather lose you all as friends if you dont take Des and me as one (how sweet right?)&lt;br /&gt;That asre replied saying....."Ok, we know that your divorce is pesonal, you're old enough to make your own choices but can you update us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO YOU CUNT SINGLE MALE ARSE! Leave us alone. I mean how kypo can you be? James life has nothing to do with you! You said that you all understand that the divorce is personal than why still insist on an UPDATE.....? SO FUCKING WOMAN! WHat the fuck you mean by You know that James is old enough to make his own choices........? Of course he is dummy, hes 44.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes friends really too kypo and drama. He even had a friend and his wife whom could not sleep when they heard that James was divoring.........Wait till they find out that James is gay. born gay only reason why he got married is because in the 80s singapore was not as welcoming or as open as it is now. I really hope they go the a point block, the kind that has 24 floors and just jump down when they hear that James is Gay and that hes in love with a Fat, Bitchy, Loud Flexi Gay Man. This Fat, Bitchy, Loud Flexi Gay Man loves James back btw. Eat Shit and SHut Your Mouth Kypo Tay and Friends1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-4048788669745263681?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4048788669745263681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=4048788669745263681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/4048788669745263681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/4048788669745263681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy!'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-5626270471230470425</id><published>2008-11-11T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T20:47:30.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I ever be respected by his side?</title><content type='html'>Hey all, had a very longggggggg sleep, like 12hours and James and I stayed up watching Saw I and Saw II last night online(we paid for it ok) Went to bed bout 0730. Had a great sleep till I started to dream bout James and I having sex under the tables in a cafe............yes kinky I know right but it turn into a nightmare as for lack of a better word when I "came" in the dream James turn out to be a Ghost.... I had this kind of dreams before and all the other times it was happen I really did "cum" with it all over the bed or my pants or shorts or undies and ALWAYS i would fall sick afterwards or I will be so tired that I would sleep without food or toilet breaks for hours like min 12hrs.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up today, I realize that I had cum all over my undies, penis and pants.yucks..........I know right but I cant write and edit at the same time so, sorry....... I felt weak and tired. Why do I get these dreams????? I have had these dreams many times.......over the years sometimes the ghost would be females but recently its males as maybe it took so many years for the ghosts to realize that I am gay.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats one of the reason why I am feeling down today but other reason is because even with all the love I get from James I still find it hard because I get min respect from his family not counting his sis and mom whom likes me(I think) his sister in laws Im sure all hates me because their friends with his ex wife and his dad has said that he so shy that his son has "turned" GAY and worse still turn gay but atleast choose a better looking partner instead of a fat ugly one.......I know I am FAT but I am BEAUTIFUL DAMM IT! Shut your mouth, Uncle or should I call you Pa!? James likes me the way I am but it hurts when I hear that his family or friends thinks less of me because James was once married with 2 teenage kids and that makes me a slut of just a FUCK BUDDY that even his so called "Best Friend" fm his army days can brush me off in an email to James asking to have a gathering with just "The Males" (quote), James replied back saying that he would like me to come but said better not attend yet till his divorce is finalize but this fucking so called "best friend" replied back saying that he was thinking of ONLY so and so and so and so and so and so plus him and James meeting...............WTF......even after James said NO, No Gathering till divorce is finalize because I want Des to attend too. So, at the moment I am still The SLUT because his divorce is not finalize yet, still ping ponging between the lawyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY advise to all is if you're GAY.....shut your mouth DON'T EVER THINK FOR ONCE THAT YOU CAN GET MARRIED.....having kids and a wife does not make yu straight......you have to live your life not act in one......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advise to all if you have falled in love with a Married men/soon to be divorce married men or divorce men with kids or not is to be ready and understanding, always talk things out with him and tell him that you need him to protect you from the gossip or whatever as no matter what in a divorce men's life the "new" parter is always the slut or the so called reason why the men left the marriage, so, if he does not stand by you its like saying hes ashame of you. Get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love JAMES AND HE LOVES ME why cant everyone else FUCK OFF......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-5626270471230470425?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5626270471230470425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=5626270471230470425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/5626270471230470425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/5626270471230470425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-i-ever-be-respected-by-his-side.html' title='Will I ever be respected by his side?'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-489268059778012266</id><published>2008-11-09T06:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:08:32.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAW V!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I love the Movies. I love Romantic Comedies, Horror and Musicals but Im not really a "non ghost" horror type unless its like Silent of The Lambs. I loved "The Others" made me go......."wow, I could be a ghost actually" same went for "6th Sense".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never watched SAW 1, 2 , 3 or 4 but today after work Darren, James and I invited the gals for a movie, even asked Hairul to join us because I missed him and I bet the gals did too ( The Gals being....Izzy, Isaac, Veron &amp;amp; Alif).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after we closed shop we went to Cineleisure and met Izzy there as he was not working today dued to a dance performance for Apsara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to watch Coffin but Hairul said that a friend told him that his friend's friend said that his cousin told him that Coffin was not worth the watch so, Hairul suggested watching SAW V.......... I really did not want to but looking at my baby James, I knew he wanted to watch as his smile was like a small boy whom just heard he was going to have some ice cream and his face lited up like the way it does when we are in the mood for sex..ahhhmmmmm... Anyways, I bought tickets for all of us, it was $10 fucking bucks each ticket but lucky I am a UOB One card member and got $2 off per ticket.&lt;br /&gt; After that we chatted abit before heading to Long John Silver for some food, spent another freaking $80 bucks there and Its true what Fauzi Rassull said bout Long John(Read his blog) they really rip their customers off. The chicken so small.....The Shrimp more like Ikan Bilis.....I know right..........Those bitches......SHut Your Mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, during dinner WE as usual made as much noise and fools of ourselves as we could....hahaha! Btw....just rewind bits....spent $11 on NeoPrints but worth every cent as it had like 7 of us in it. Also, some Mat Rapes, uneducated Mother never Teach called Izzy a Bapoh..........he turn and said in malay, "Dont think I never hear you call me Bapoh" than I being the Mama San also turn to them as said in English "Say Bapoh again lah....AH, scared right? Wait I whack your face"......I tell you we gay people nowadays.........so Brave! LOL.... Hey, Im not proud if we one day have to get into a fight but homophobs motherfuckers like these should be shown that Yes, we love cocks and arse but we are till MEN! I go Girl...... Ok, did I just say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to SAW, It was worth and fun as I as usual started scaring Izzy but this time it was only Izzy and Alif. I scared them until Izzy like wanted to cry and get a heart attack........Sorry girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie for some strange reason we ended up in the cargo life with some lifeless theatre goers and I started scaring the gals again with tales of the lift dorr slamming shut on us like in the movie. All of us acted how we would do.........like the kewats we are lah...all into a corner....LOL. Lift door open than I did the most random thing.............I acted like I fainted infront of the gals and a couple we did not know.......Izzy scream, Veron that Indian ran away and Hairul so sweet...he covered my tummy with my shawl......hes such a galfriend.....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy was like almost in tears after that. Darren sent Alif and Izzy back while James my sweet caring hubby sent Veron, Hairul and Isaac back. When Izzy reached home he gave us a call as he was so scared............so cute right............Hairul said.....Thats why the movie is R21....Yes, forgot to add that we did not know that SAW V was R21, Izzy is 19, Veron is 18 and Alif is 16............the ticket seller did not tell us its R21 and best part was that the girl checking our tickets when we entering the theatre did not even check our ICs..........so, lets say thank you girl.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, need my beauty sleep now, already 0710 in the morning..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-489268059778012266?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/489268059778012266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=489268059778012266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/489268059778012266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/489268059778012266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/saw-v.html' title='SAW V!'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-195405047139739435</id><published>2008-11-08T17:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:21:47.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the reason why I'm so scared to buy concert tickets nowadays!</title><content type='html'>World Tours were not what it used to me. Last time it was a few countries in the continent, region or just here and there, Now when its a world tour its really a WORLD tour, meaning artistes will travel to almost all states in US, Canada and England before coming to Japan, Taiwan, Malaysia and Singapore. Dont get me wrong as I love it when my Fav artistes like Christina and Elton comes to Singapore as I would die to see them but I have not had the chance as I had to work on dates they were here or I was just flat broke. I was so ready to safe up to fly to the closest country when The Spice Girls went on tour but before anything could happen they cancelled their fucking tour............Those Bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recenty even Kayne West concert here in SIngapore was postpone dued to "I cant remember what the hell for". So, I really hope for most gays and Veron in Singapore that Rihanna does not cancelled or postpone her concert here this Nov 15 as for once even I plan to go, I have the money and I have blocked that date out to watch her as Voguelicious &amp;amp; I will be busy till next year with shows, competitions and Chingay, Yes, Chingay. She recently blacked out during one of her concerts and I wonder how long before her reps realize that Rihanna is not god and will need rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that The PussyCat Dolls will keep their promise that made at SingFest this year to have a full blown concert here next year. Thats when Me and My PussyCats will open for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f5445ed508973e8b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df5445ed508973e8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331397618%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F9D3C9029E613A2403F2059593465398614C381.350B9294686DDB85A2ED68B4B0FB106D72C36805%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df5445ed508973e8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBFM_mOGjAGuYsp5spRl68Z6_-rc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df5445ed508973e8b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331397618%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7F9D3C9029E613A2403F2059593465398614C381.350B9294686DDB85A2ED68B4B0FB106D72C36805%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df5445ed508973e8b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBFM_mOGjAGuYsp5spRl68Z6_-rc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-195405047139739435?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/195405047139739435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=195405047139739435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/195405047139739435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/195405047139739435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-reason-why-im-so-scared-to-buy.html' title='This is the reason why I&apos;m so scared to buy concert tickets nowadays!'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-8941924757685593105</id><published>2008-11-08T02:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:27:32.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the man I love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SRSGQxVEZ9I/AAAAAAAAABk/MF8jlLSbQII/s1600-h/On-line+0958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265981486980687826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SRSGQxVEZ9I/AAAAAAAAABk/MF8jlLSbQII/s320/On-line+0958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels so comfortable and good laying next to you in bed, 2 happy people living their lives thru thick and thin, just like you see in the movies but only diff here is that most times in the movies the couple will be in bed reading a book or magazine. In our case its our trusty laptops, you with your high power Dell me with my MacBook Pro 17" and Acer Aspire6920 16.5", how do we fit all that onto our bed only god knows. Like only knows how we manage to meet, chat, fall in love, you fly to KL and i took a train to KL just to be with you all in a matter of 2days...or finish each others sentences or think of the same think at the same time tha say it out at the same time, its like we can read each others minds or worse still call or sms each other at the same fucking time........it has happen to many time to say that its just luck........LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we fight, everyone does but remember always my dear. We must not let the anger hurt each other nor waste our time together being unhappy when we could spent it being happy .......Get It? I ammmmm, SHut your Mouth.... I love you forever, my OnnOnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone dares call him OnnOnn will kena fm moi...... SHUT YOUR MOUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-8941924757685593105?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8941924757685593105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=8941924757685593105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/8941924757685593105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/8941924757685593105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-man-i-love.html' title='To the man I love.'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SRSGQxVEZ9I/AAAAAAAAABk/MF8jlLSbQII/s72-c/On-line+0958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-5416800948838679687</id><published>2008-11-07T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:23:57.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to eat?</title><content type='html'>Ok. 1st time in a long long time have Darren, James and I reach home before 10pm. I think maybe its cuz today my girls have dates.....some wth their BFs and some with family members so we left on time and did not have to send anyone home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us are having the flu, Darren &amp;amp; I are in recovering and Baby James just got it. Now we are at home thinking whats best to eat. We took a vote and choose steamboat, the soup type, only thing is I lazy to leave home.......I know right? Yes Yes, lets say it together.....Fat Arse.&lt;br /&gt;If only the china steamboat place near our place along Tanjong Katong Rd could do home buffet delivery.........LOL.............Shut Your Mouth.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-5416800948838679687?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5416800948838679687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=5416800948838679687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/5416800948838679687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/5416800948838679687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-to-eat.html' title='What to eat?'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-3982885647394626588</id><published>2008-11-07T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T03:12:19.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day Fauzi and Isaac finger a PUSSY! Oh Ma!</title><content type='html'>ok........the girls are all over my place again toight. Looks like its going to be a funhouse again.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work today we went for dinner at Kallang 24hrs MacDonalds. 8 of us, Izzy, Isaac, Alif, Veron, Fauzi, Darren, James and Me. Was worried that there wont be a table big enough but there was one, just near the order counter. We ordered our food and started to makan. It was just a normal meal until Veron said that Mother Teressa was his grandmother............can you believed that...........that liar! Anyways, when I heard that I chocked and spit the water that i was drinking out almost hitting James than at that very moment Isaac very randomly said, "If Mother Teressa your Grandmother than you're Jesus".............All the water in my mouth flew out of my mouth like the Merlion...............! Veron Jesus..................Oh Ma! If only Isaac knew that the joke was on him also because he thought that Mother Teressa was Mother Mary.....&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at that very moment Fauzi........that always glam diva fell off his seat, his butt was on the dirty floor with his legs in the air.........if only you could see his face........lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Serect Affair, a sex shop along Geylang as Izzy &amp;amp; I wanted to buy a whip. I ever bought sex toys fm that shop b4, so, i knew that that place was gay friendly and the girls would just love the giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the whips were not what we wanted than we just "window shop" there. The sales men Eric and Ben was being eyed by the girls. Anyways, not to mentions names, someone was spanked by Eric....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric also made Fauzi and Isaac put there finger into a fake pussy known as a honey comb. If only they knew that the reason its on diaplay is because Eric has to "test" it first before he sell it...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-3982885647394626588?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3982885647394626588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=3982885647394626588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/3982885647394626588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/3982885647394626588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-fauzi-and-isaac-finger-pussy-oh-ma.html' title='The day Fauzi and Isaac finger a PUSSY! Oh Ma!'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-2371168091999430969</id><published>2008-11-06T00:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:06:24.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a wonder what some big eyes and saliva can do...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SRHUOcWvs9I/AAAAAAAAABA/Mq9EfCovCr0/s1600-h/DSCI0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265222783967671250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SRHUOcWvs9I/AAAAAAAAABA/Mq9EfCovCr0/s320/DSCI0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, from where i last stopped. Izzy, Isaac, Veron, Alif, Darren, James &amp;amp; I drove to the airport for a very late dinner. After Veron &amp;amp; I change into dry clothes........I know right.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reach T2 Changi Airport and being the Gays we are, we all catwalk hand in hand along the Arrival Hall while James took pictures of us. We acted like we were the Pussycat dolls touching down in Changi for our world tour, I know right.............how true we are to ourselves......LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when we finally reach Breeks it was empty but open as its 24hrs. The menu was like WOW! Like a food magazine.......we order enough food for 15people but there were only 7 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I myself ate enough for 3people and drank enough for 4 people.............SHUT YOUR MOUTH...........LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We laught and chatted like a bunch of school girls high on candy from a stranger. I dont know how but we started talking bout ghost and than I started to act like i was possessed...........with big eyes and saliva dripping from mouth. I tell you....so, funny..... Izzy and Veron started screaming like they saw a ghost. I think I acted that way because Izzy a moment before that reminded us of Matthew Tan and his small precum filled, did i mention small penis. I started to gagged.......Im gagging now just thinking bout that conversation.....................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of dinner I started chasing them all over the airport like how i acted when in Breeks and all of the gals started running and screaming...........mind you screaming so loud that I was so scared that the armed guards would come and shoot me............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end they all hid in the Ladies and I told myself, "if we kena caught, surely die one" as there were like 3 grown men hidding in the Ladies.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all a bunch of Kewats but I love my girls and myself that way! We're Gay, We're Here, Get used to it! SHUT YOUR MOUTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I must also explain that all of us besides picking up phrases like "Oh Ma"(fm Hairul, some of our sweet dear girls) and "True That"(Fm nonetheless but Izzy) we also recently picked up the phrase "SHut Your Mouth" fm the ever so witty Juz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember, we even tried calling him while having supper at Breeks planning to say to him "SHut Your Mouth" when he picked up, than someone else calls and says the same and he picked up so on and so on but that diva did not even bother to pick up. Only called me back next day in the evening..........WHat if I were dying Juz...............? SHut your mouth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-2371168091999430969?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2371168091999430969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=2371168091999430969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/2371168091999430969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/2371168091999430969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-wonder-what-some-big-eyes-and.html' title='Its a wonder what some big eyes and saliva can do...'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SRHUOcWvs9I/AAAAAAAAABA/Mq9EfCovCr0/s72-c/DSCI0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-8793046092043524102</id><published>2008-11-04T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:41:37.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do with so little time!</title><content type='html'>Ok, Izzy and Veron just told me that i should blog more so I blog again now lah. Im like on my office floor lying down while Izzy, bless his heart whom ponteng school to come to the shop as hes bored in school but ended up helping Veron with work. I feeling better fm the fucking flu bug but still feel alittle down lah and sleepy too as my medication is making me really sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veron finally realizes that he is not Rihanna and became as white as Casper the Ghost when Isaac and I asked him to show us his choreo for the "Maiden" "Solo" drag performance because unlike what he said in his blog his choreo is nowhere near being as glam or as drama as Rihanna's Fashion Rocks performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Isaac, Alif, Izzy and I will be backing him up because I am not being bitchy but Veron was not really to do a solo yet and I cant allow a performer of mine to perform when hes not fully ready yet as it will give everyone a bad name as this Industry bites. So, I told him to tell his client that his boss(me) is scared that he will screw up so thats why we are backing him up. So, after Veron gives me $50 fm his payment he will be left with $150, how much he gives the girls I dun know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, funny thing is that today, Isaac and Veron are wearing patent hot pants to work today as last night the girls stayed over at my place and I made them wear it as uniform today. Im such a slut right............? I know right.........Shut your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was so fun but scary as well. The girls came over my place than for some odd reason Izzy whom is normally the shy one wore my Charles &amp;amp; Keith heels with his greeen knee high socks down to my carpark and catwalk and slut all over the carpark, between cars and even crawed on all fours. When he came back, he wore my bue china doll wig and acted like he wanted to pick a drag fight with Veron............so fuuny he even smoked lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I also gila. lock Veron in the Bathroom with Tyger my cat and he scream like a girl as he scared of cats than i rush in and spray water on him till he pants all wet than for some odd reason we showered together with our clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that James got angry than the fun stop.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my shower than we  all went to Changi Airport T2 Breeks for supper...........funny also. Tell in next blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-8793046092043524102?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8793046092043524102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=8793046092043524102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/8793046092043524102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/8793046092043524102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-much-to-do-with-so-little-time.html' title='So much to do with so little time!'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-5618648846125006601</id><published>2008-11-04T09:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T02:06:55.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im drained out and tired as hell.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I know that I am not a blogger nor do I want to be a well known one but think its fun nonetheless to whine once in a while right? I have been working my arse off the last 2 or 3 months without off days nor getting min 6 hours of sleep. I have been down with a bug for almost a month now but I can't rest as the smarty pants I am, I started Bitchy Beach ( my slipper stores, yes not store but stores) and my events &amp;amp; talents company, Thirteenth Zodiac Talents and Events at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great team of staff whom are people that I care about dearly, like brothers I never had but wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly there's Izzy whom is one of the best young technical dancer I have met. The things he can do now as a dancer (he's 19) I only managed to learn or pick up later in my dance career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than there is Isaac, also a Dancer but more of a "I was born to dance" kind. He's what in my time we used to call a "street dancer" meaning he was born with it, get it? He does Hip Hop like a with the power of 10 wild horses than he will vogue like one of Madonna's Dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also Alif whom is a sweet sweet boy, Only 16 but as tall as me! He's more of a malay dance dancer but one can see that one day he will be a all round dancer as he does show that he has the talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lastly there Reghu aka Veron. He's also a nice fellow, Indian, Tall, Dark with nice dark skin the kind a girl would want to bring home to show her mommy...........if she was a butch that is........lol! Also a dancer in a way but he needs lots of training as he stands out too much in a group because of his height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have my 2 babies helping me, Yes, I have 2 partners, how does that work out I do not know but it does. Darren is the main "Boss" of Bitchy Beach and James helps out with Bitchy Beach and Thirteenth Zodiac as and when he can because he has a day job. Will talk more bout them in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after more than a year I have posted my first Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bearbear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-5618648846125006601?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5618648846125006601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=5618648846125006601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/5618648846125006601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/5618648846125006601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-drained-out-and-tired-as-hell.html' title='Im drained out and tired as hell.'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6262251621815516410.post-7021265734366742566</id><published>2007-08-25T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:34:08.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing Testing, One, Two, One , Two</title><content type='html'>well, im new to all this blog shit but i will give it a try, give me time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6262251621815516410-7021265734366742566?l=bearbearsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/feeds/7021265734366742566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6262251621815516410&amp;postID=7021265734366742566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/7021265734366742566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6262251621815516410/posts/default/7021265734366742566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bearbearsays.blogspot.com/2007/08/testing-testing-one-two-one-two.html' title='Testing Testing, One, Two, One , Two'/><author><name>bearbearsays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06248395843032292071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bB5nEQ3VOQo/SZwu2ZRzjxI/AAAAAAAAAHs/K-v3uszLVIc/S220/IMG_0044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
