<?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-8804811</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:35:43.012+08:00</updated><category term='fettish'/><category term='gemini'/><category term='boozing'/><category term='a poem'/><category term='dating'/><category term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Destroyer Bee</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.baby-gaga.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/t/bunbunard20090506_0_Annaleigh+Grace.png" alt="baby" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>604</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-2404739567023527111</id><published>2011-06-10T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T23:58:14.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially no diapers..</title><content type='html'>Oh well......... Ally has ditch her diaper for good eventually!! That's mean more trip to bathroom mama and if you want to know what it is feel like going out with no diaper on..???&lt;br /&gt;I would like to present this as mad as when you're on those period day but you forgot to put on napkin or tampon.........totally insecure and having your 2 years old keep telling you that she is about to pee in her panty and the bus driver actaully listening to you and your 2 years conversation even added more pressures........ and your 2 years old remind you again and say:" Oooh.. ohh God wee wee come....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well it is a bumpy road.. Man things could not worse than ever........ After all, Ally is helping mama to save diapers money, we are tight honey and ooh.. saving the planet too :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-2404739567023527111?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2404739567023527111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=2404739567023527111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2404739567023527111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2404739567023527111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2011/06/officially-no-diapers.html' title='Officially no diapers..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-65809717159654116</id><published>2011-06-09T02:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T02:40:52.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's amazing what a 2years old capable to do with the computer gadget nowadays..</title><content type='html'>She saw you how you did it, she observe for couple of times how does it work.. she figure it out by herself couple time more when you're not around and oneday she show you how she operate your laptop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some list that my daughter able to do........ with no sweat at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Switch on the laptop by herself. ( she figure out by hersself )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Starting Internet Explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Go to Youtube.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Choose the video she already familiar or go to playlist or clicking something that look like approriate for her age ( she just knew it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Click " remind me later " for those software updating reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Click " 60 minutes " then click " postphone " for AVG Free Virus software error reminder. its keep pooping out every 10 minutes asked to be restart.. ( I never teach her how to do this )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Use Skype chat with her father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Type " papa "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Use Skype Video call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Close the chat window and running the web cam......father watching and listening ( and I don't even got the idea, gotta be vigilant about this )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. End the call if she spotted an interesting video on youtube or got annoyed by her faher's nonsense-boring conversation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Paranoidly make video calls if father didn't answer.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Familiar some keyboard shortcut to control the volume, esc, back to about tab, closing the windows..&lt;br /&gt;14. Play computer games..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-65809717159654116?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/65809717159654116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=65809717159654116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/65809717159654116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/65809717159654116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-amazing-what-2years-old-capable-to.html' title='It&apos;s amazing what a 2years old capable to do with the computer gadget nowadays..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-2310405942068487661</id><published>2011-05-21T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:36:57.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is McBee, Destroyer Bee but you can call me Ivy =)</title><content type='html'>I am taking myself back.............Hopefuly to get some minutes to spare and updating my bloody blog here once again, Guess I'll have to throw a welcoming party for myself eh?? ehhhmm..anyway, we're very glad that you're back on track Ms. Destroyer Bee, Ms. Ivy McBee. Congratulation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-2310405942068487661?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2310405942068487661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=2310405942068487661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2310405942068487661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2310405942068487661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2011/05/guess-what.html' title='My name is McBee, Destroyer Bee but you can call me Ivy =)'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6423779920361745001</id><published>2011-05-21T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T23:16:49.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papa... is Shanghai</title><content type='html'>Man... I feel really bad for nagged my daughter's mischiefs ( some really could ended up she got injuries ) Little girl showing a hopeless face and quietly climbed in the bed and cuddling with Teddy and her papa's smelly T-shirt while mumbling: " Papa..papa is Shanghai....." then fell asleep :(... I guess she missed him badly but havi...ng me nagging thousand hundred times over this and that has killed her mood though.... uhhmm... hopefully tomorrow will be better day, well.... at least we make it to the Libary, then drop at 7-11 for $11 10pcs yummy shiaomai and had some silly fun in the rain with her mini umbrella on the way back home. Daughter alreadyy sleep...... Mama looking forwards for tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_28KuUISE4Y/TdfWR1F7r_I/AAAAAAAAArg/yAmJJd0WjfM/s1600/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609187462711324658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_28KuUISE4Y/TdfWR1F7r_I/AAAAAAAAArg/yAmJJd0WjfM/s320/DSC00253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6423779920361745001?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6423779920361745001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6423779920361745001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6423779920361745001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6423779920361745001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2011/05/papa-is-shanghai.html' title='Papa... is Shanghai'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_28KuUISE4Y/TdfWR1F7r_I/AAAAAAAAArg/yAmJJd0WjfM/s72-c/DSC00253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6016707663594593124</id><published>2009-07-19T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:36:10.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been super busy since my summer apple is here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SmsKIEVI3CI/AAAAAAAAAqw/C5b-IYXXTHg/s1600-h/DSC03577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362390915032341538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SmsKIEVI3CI/AAAAAAAAAqw/C5b-IYXXTHg/s320/DSC03577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all worth, look at what a cutie pie &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SmsDsp7rPOI/AAAAAAAAAqo/gPm7Jr_IFi0/s1600-h/DSC03534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362383847019986146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SmsDsp7rPOI/AAAAAAAAAqo/gPm7Jr_IFi0/s320/DSC03534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 10 weeks old.. my lil girl is smart and very active :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3fe74cd8f2937207" 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://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3fe74cd8f2937207%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330120199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEFF86F1DFDDA4E1DC1DE2AA62864481A1E62574.33EABF3F7B07CAF23FC48C2EBB40F7A974E93DE8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fe74cd8f2937207%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRPQ6e-seqyIKbpNDV65f5ETblYA&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://v17.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3fe74cd8f2937207%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330120199%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DEFF86F1DFDDA4E1DC1DE2AA62864481A1E62574.33EABF3F7B07CAF23FC48C2EBB40F7A974E93DE8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3fe74cd8f2937207%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRPQ6e-seqyIKbpNDV65f5ETblYA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6016707663594593124?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3fe74cd8f2937207&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6016707663594593124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6016707663594593124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6016707663594593124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6016707663594593124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-has-been-super-busy-since-my-summer.html' title='It has been super busy since my summer apple is here...'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SmsKIEVI3CI/AAAAAAAAAqw/C5b-IYXXTHg/s72-c/DSC03577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-4191831113071942911</id><published>2009-07-13T15:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:47:48.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube mania..</title><content type='html'>Ally is enjoying nursery songs and her favorite site is youtube.. all FREE!! 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down"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pregnancy.baby-gaga.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="pregnancy week by week" src="http://tickers.baby-gaga.com/p/dev125prs__.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I just back from pre natal check ups. it has said 2 weeks ago that baby was in engaged in breech position ( head up butt down ), but thank God for the good news that doctor just show me through usg scan that now our lil girl just in the right position " butt up head down" . no more c section operaation nightmare for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-2647130629035355006?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2647130629035355006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Included my parent's house. Everything gone!&lt;br /&gt;The fire was started in Food street area. it was 20 block away like 20 mins walks.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine my old mom in such situation, It was only mom was left at home with Ani's dog ( Siau chen ). Sisters are still at work. While dad was in the airport as Muri and Ben and baby Abby catch their flight back in HK in the afternoon. Everything was fine when Muri called home just before take off, mom was happy on the line it was 4pm in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was carrying Siau chen running all around the house while repeatdly dialing all the telephone number she know, hopefully that someone coming home to help her packing up. unfortunatelly she got no one... and the fire were soo close to our house, Ana ( Ani's twins ) she shocked of the news from her co-worker, she rushing home from her office only to able to packing up family's docs and  ashes pot of Siau pai then rushing mom to the safe spot.&lt;br /&gt;The fire left my parents and sisters no clothes for change, no place to sleep in, my mom shocked and have to consult with her doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Still lucky that my bro's house and his convection area didn't caught in.&lt;br /&gt;All of them are staying at Bro's for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another frustrating moment has just begun......... There's so many unpleasent things happened lately, I can feel my head spinning in ache!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-1099371781778540029?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1099371781778540029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=1099371781778540029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/1099371781778540029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/1099371781778540029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/07/over-hundred-houses-caught-fire.html' title='Over hundred houses caught fire'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-1987333419015157418</id><published>2008-07-03T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:26:11.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha ha haaa....</title><content type='html'>Damn man.. I found hundred thousand weird  off-line massage in my YM this evening.. I should smell  something about chat machine or something similiar like that.&lt;br /&gt;So I give it a try and the conversation going like below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: Can u talk gktbz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: Talk what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: ftyxkHey c_bbivy, how r u?xxqmv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: edwmmdo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u remember me&lt;/span&gt;?ysxncnhmxb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: fesjxit's, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ariel&lt;/span&gt;!tbkyvrmsgc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: We fuck before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: neinzhey  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;U lookin' for a date sometime this week&lt;/span&gt;?ggzchwe can meet somewhere close by xzvajutmcy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: Oh sure!! Would really love though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: qbnsfhere &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is my pic&lt;/span&gt;  http://www.%61d%75%6c%74h%6f%6f%6b%2dups%2e%6eet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do u think i'm cute? &lt;/span&gt;makodmjafu peaqg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: I think you are cute as fuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;waldomontoya27: cpiiq&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;check out my profile 4 my contact info&lt;/span&gt; http://www.%68oo%6b%2dup%73%2d%72%2d%75s%2e%63om nrlehpzlhk xxajo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: Can you fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: hjdlk&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here is my pic&lt;/span&gt;  http://www.%68%6fo%6b%2d%75p%73-%72-us.%63%6f%6d &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do u think i'm cute&lt;/span&gt;? lsfplawbfw bptkm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: Fuyck me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: gcbgg&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;check out my profile 4 my contact info&lt;/span&gt; http://www.hoo%6b%2du%70%73%2d%72%2du%73.%63o%6d veirohugvk nbhzs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: FUCK MAN!!!  YOU CUTE LIKE A HORSE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: kwfnc&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;check out my profile 4 my contact info&lt;/span&gt; http://www.%61%64%75%6c%74%68ook-%75p%73.n%65%74 dtculcicbw vwzsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: Let's fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: ckptxtake &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a look @ my profile&lt;/span&gt; http://www.a%64%75%6c%74%68oo%6b-%75%70s.n%65%74 mnqurpicei uxbyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: Ha aha ha ha hahaa................. now you scared huh??!! ha ah ahaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: vbtuu&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here is my pic&lt;/span&gt;  http://www.%61du%6c%74%68o%6fk-%75p%73%2e%6e%65t do u think i'm cute? mmgibgqwbj subgz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: You live in HK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: cbhwc&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;check out my profile 4 my contact info&lt;/span&gt; http://www.%68o%6f%6b%2d%75p%73-r%2d%75s%2e%63om xddhapnkus bxuax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: Big cock?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: xqrcl&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take a look @ my profile&lt;/span&gt; http://www.%68oo%6b-%75%70%73%2d%72-u%73.%63%6fm jmibfgejut mxakw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: No big cock??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: xasdwt&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ake a look @ my profile&lt;/span&gt; http://www.%68ook%2dup%73-r%2d%75%73%2e%63%6f%6d kmqrslquas bwleo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: Size doesn't matter for me... I'm flexible, loves all size and type!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waldomontoya27: hrnnc&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here is my pic&lt;/span&gt;  http://www.%68%6f%6f%6b%2dups%2d%72%2du%73.%63om do u think i'm cute? ownwbxtdxt jjlkf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ivy: Ha ha ah haaa.............. I feel sooooooooooo HAPPY !!! Very entertaining :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-1987333419015157418?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1987333419015157418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=1987333419015157418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/1987333419015157418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/1987333419015157418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/07/ha-ha-haaa.html' title='Ha ha haaa....'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-4084349096094061129</id><published>2008-05-23T10:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T18:01:34.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm blessed and loved ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Im woke up and feel loved up..8:30am It was my mom called from Jakarta ( I was born at 8:30am that time 31 years ago in west borneo ) She greet me happy birthday and said dad was out praying in the temple, a tradiotional Taost pray for the birthday girl. ME :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SD_JaTyIHzI/AAAAAAAAAc8/NSWdTSbbWLU/s1600-h/DSC01681.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206101148087885618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SD_JaTyIHzI/AAAAAAAAAc8/NSWdTSbbWLU/s400/DSC01681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my other siblings screaming over the phone" Hey bitch, we love you and wish you a new husband soon!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Got lots of people remember my big day, friends calling, texting , IMing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Steven called: " Happy bday mommy, now you're 31 but you looked like 21 and I love you"&lt;br /&gt;I now 31 years old and I'm super blessed.&lt;br /&gt;* I'm blessed as Steven's mother, my baby son going to be 13 next friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm blessed as I was once married to Steven's dad, we have a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;* I'm blessed as a daughter of mom and dad, they had work their best to grow with five of little demon that always hungry.&lt;br /&gt;* I'm blessed as I have amazing siblings and their spouses. Relationship with Big bro, and three little sister has never changed since we were a little shits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*I'm blessed to have my 1st niece.. now I know how my siblings feel for my kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm bleseed that I have met lots of cool people that I've made friendship with.&lt;br /&gt;* I'm blessed that I've met a bunch of nice guys that I've made loves with :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Closed eyes make a wish: " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I wish that I could grow old sweet.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-4084349096094061129?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4084349096094061129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=4084349096094061129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4084349096094061129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4084349096094061129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-blessed-and-loved.html' title='I&apos;m blessed and loved ^_^'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SD_JaTyIHzI/AAAAAAAAAc8/NSWdTSbbWLU/s72-c/DSC01681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-9079163188287603874</id><published>2008-05-06T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T03:19:06.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves Siau pai</title><content type='html'>Got a call from my sis, said that Siau pai ( our familiy dog in Jakarta ) is dead this morning in the animal hospital. it was started that she lost her appetite few days ago, then yesterday has got a fever and black-out !!! my mom and sis rushed to the hospital and as the paramedic there urge them to leave her to stay over night as she was in comatose condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SCCZ8S3OLdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/TCArWK89dOQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197323231120207314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SCCZ8S3OLdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/TCArWK89dOQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the heart-breaking moment was when the next morning , mom found its was laying unconciously in the cage with all the vomit every where.. already gone. mom was crying as she wasn't agreed to leave her stay in that hospital that night.&lt;br /&gt;look what good those people has done? they don't even care to clean the little patient, what they got in the mind is " it is a dog "&lt;br /&gt;How could they?? how dare ??&lt;br /&gt;If only they willing to understand that " Siau pai " is in our family member. She is loved.. we bought back her favorite stuffs from trips. sleep in our bed, wear clothes when cold, never smell bad, brushing teeth every night.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SCCbNi3OLfI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_PJlvqjMP0Q/s1600-h/1_860633541l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197324626984578546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SCCbNi3OLfI/AAAAAAAAAcc/_PJlvqjMP0Q/s320/1_860633541l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back to 7 years ago, Siau pai was a puppy, abandoned on the street. my youngest sister has begging my mom on her knees to let that poor puppy stay with us, mom wasn't easy person to deal with , and amazing Siau pai got mom's attention quickly and every since live happily with another puppy Siau chen, the loves of the family..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SCCZdy3OLbI/AAAAAAAAAb8/E72smbn9nj0/s1600-h/1_396956554l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197322707134197170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SCCZdy3OLbI/AAAAAAAAAb8/E72smbn9nj0/s320/1_396956554l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I could going home to see her for the last time, but am in all tears recalls my life in Jakarta, there are 2 lovely dogs give me company through my boring days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SCCaaS3OLeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_-tjfbCosd8/s1600-h/Wee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197323746516282850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SCCaaS3OLeI/AAAAAAAAAcU/_-tjfbCosd8/s320/Wee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When mom wasn't around, while dad out from sight, while my other siblings and friends have to taking care their own business.. I've got the dogs company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always a great laughs while Siau pai rushed to the loo. and will never get out from the washroom until she got her butt washed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was famous in our neighbourhood. you could just ask" Do you know where Siau pai house is?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SCCZui3OLcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UZkiXqoh2gA/s1600-h/170295043l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197322994897006018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SCCZui3OLcI/AAAAAAAAAcE/UZkiXqoh2gA/s320/170295043l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But now.. they all know she was gone... the only thing has left is her loveliness and her ashes.&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jutek dog, You'll always loved.... !!! Wishing Siau pai playing happily in the dog heaven.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-9079163188287603874?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/9079163188287603874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=9079163188287603874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/9079163188287603874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/9079163188287603874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/05/loves-siau-pai.html' title='Loves Siau pai'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SCCZ8S3OLdI/AAAAAAAAAcM/TCArWK89dOQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-4548101180236115449</id><published>2008-04-19T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T21:59:41.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a good kisser???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am ................&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; the super kisser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.ivillage.com/love/tests/goodkisser.htm/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love kissing so much, I'm surprised you've managed to pry your lips away from your partner's mouth long enough to do this quiz. Or that he even let you! You're a brilliant kisser, and, quite frankly, you deserve to be! Not only did you practice a lot as a teen, but you're willing to experiment and have worked hard on making kissing one of your signature sex moves. Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that the key to the sensation of a hickey without the mark is simply to take a fold of flesh between your teeth and use your lips and mouth to create slight suction. (It's the rhythmic sucking which leaves the mark.) You also use kissing to control the mood of love-making. Pretending your tongue is a second penetration, you can speed things up or slow them down purely through thrusting slower or faster with your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.ivillage.com/love/tests/goodkisser.htm/"&gt;Take the quiz, here then click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-4548101180236115449?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4548101180236115449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=4548101180236115449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4548101180236115449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4548101180236115449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/04/am-i-good-kisser.html' title='Am I a good kisser???'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5572682023565017023</id><published>2008-04-15T19:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:50:41.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Oooh nasib!!! knapa toh yooo, mbo ya kawin ama yang lain laaa!! "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SBdTNi3OLXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Y4fLa5NEv0I/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194712187356982642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SBdTNi3OLXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Y4fLa5NEv0I/s320/09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Remember my master?? AKA Mr.Pretty dick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is enganged liaow!!! I read the announcement, its said: " they're getting married ..!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damned.. when will people understanding of there's no divorce if no marriage. getting married is easy but getting divorce is tricky!!! do have to admit that the GF has done a good job, she must got something that made him to commit. Marriage is awesome, I should feel happy for them, shouldn't I??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should just tell him" congratulation, you guys very cute " !! Doesn't this sound a bit phony??" . Heck, I can't be that fucking phony. I could be slutty but I am not a phony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I feel jealous, envy. all the evil thoughts. I feel like I could just go into my shoes cabinet, get the shotgun out!! aims that fucking shit right onto someone's belly, slighty pull the trigger " BANG!! FUCK YOUR MOTHER!! ! !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SCcEOkyt3BI/AAAAAAAAAck/qrlVsi338Ys/s1600-h/829612450_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199128943263603730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SCcEOkyt3BI/AAAAAAAAAck/qrlVsi338Ys/s320/829612450_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I could not stop thinking of me gotta blow up the fucking nuts scene!! I swear to the fukin god, if I could have a real shotgun then I would really make this imaginary in fucking real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not so pretty words huh??! I know. kind of sadism, fuckin sick-psycho but who cares?? who fucking cares ??!! who care when I feel hopeless, useless, paidless, playless, I eatless, sleepless and masturbateless.. restless.. until here I end up a little bit ruthless &gt;,&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just a human, wasn't it a natural to be angry, jealous, happy, horny, sleepy, ..etc. ect...etc..etc..it's natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck yeaah I am just a human, a woman, not the super-fuking-strong-woman!! am I not allowed to feel like this huh? I've got a electric shock, my brain blank. the whole me drowning, I don't know what to do. somehow it feel that I could just probably already die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When sometime I can't even cry. What's wrong with my emotions system? what wrong with my tears gland.. give me that fucking TEARS NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to express my lost, it feel like something belong to me is dead!! Like my toes numb from wearing high-heels... blister everywhere!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shouldn't I cry my shit out for that matter? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, I just want to have a cry, good cry, bad cry, lame cry..silly cry, stupid cry whatever I don't mind!! I could cry my balls out, I mean eye-balls!! Why is so hard??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does this stupid eyes has running out of tears?? perhaps I could understanding Biology more.... Whatever Biology is never my subject anyways!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not so sure what this is meant to be. but I think I've got to do something before too late. before I commit to a real crime and kills all my flat-mates. I wanted to puke every time I feel the mood swing up and down, even seeing a couple holding hands make me wanted to punch the horse in the face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends suggest, I'll have to set the evil free. so I went to the lousy pub, drank the chilled beers vent the shits out to a bunch of my poor friends. I moans, I complains, I curse, I told them the old-golden-shag-days, I described what Mr.pretty dick looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "Diu.. you know what?? he have a cock that looked almost perfectly beautiful!!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/thirsty.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls: *gulp* &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/awake.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "And everything that I envy is that she is going to fuck that pretty dick for herself only for the rest of her life.. a aa ghhhhhhh SELFISH bitch!!! ahhgah hha h ah hgahhagh ahah h h h !! ! ! aha haaag hagag,, ugghhh SHIEET!!! " &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/amused.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/unhappy.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/melancholy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girls: " Think about the final moment to get Mr.pretty dick out of your system ba!!"&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: " what ???!!! " &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/horny.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mumbling how shitty I feel about myself on these rough days. I excuse myself for being the drama queen for days. I was so stressed that I could just do drugs, I probably have the coke done if I wasn't concern about the chance that my life once I eventually become a drugs addict. How scary!! Remembered how trouble my days was for lettting myself addicted to Mr.pretty dick's cock. even thought it was lots of amazing fuck but addictive of other's genital is not a great experiences. You know what I mean? " IT'S NOT YOUR PUSSY!! IT'S MINE so no bitchy when I don't like you fuck it! get off my pussy, I like when I like it!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ooh IT'S YOUR COCK!! IT's NOT MINE.. stop preaching me how I should blow it.. if you don't like the way I suck and I spit, then you could now taking care of it, suck yourself and don't fucking spit!!! &gt;,&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5572682023565017023?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5572682023565017023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5572682023565017023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5572682023565017023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5572682023565017023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/04/oooh-nasib-knapa-toh-yooo-mbo-ya-kawin.html' title='&quot; Oooh nasib!!! knapa toh yooo, mbo ya kawin ama yang lain laaa!! &quot;'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SBdTNi3OLXI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Y4fLa5NEv0I/s72-c/09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-800398162686135022</id><published>2008-04-04T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:02:17.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stilnox, Thai massuer and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The sleeping pills name is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zolpidem"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Stilnox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Zolpidem 10mg. it's great to put you sleep like corpse but the truth side effect is trully scary.. people commit to sleepwalking, sleeptalking, sleep driving, sleep-fucking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was me talking to one of my office mate about I've been in trouble putting myself sleep lately. perhaps because stress-out from work and stuffs. at the first she suggested that I should try massage after work, then hands me 2 tablet of sleeping pills of hers, believe could help the insomnia problem, told me that I should have to break in two and only take half of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I was like " sound like a strong shit"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;She said: " Yeeeaah... DO NOT TAKE THE WHOLE PILL!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I didn't pay much attention about the pills though, what I wanted is getting the work done as fast as possible, I got a bit cranky, am such pain in the ass. behaving wasn't good! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;after work a group of us rushing off to Thai massage centre in Wan chai. I can tell my tired muscles screaming for pleasures as soon as the massuer's hands working on my naked body, HKD188 for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;one hour a really serious thai massage plus essential oil. That was the best one hour of my day!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I turn to the massuer and ask what her name is. her name is Anoi.she has done a great job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After that everybody heading home, no one interesting in boozing tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Feel a little bit akward at home, got everything done and ready in bed but seemed like there's something bothering-tangling in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was like " damn.. you crazy restless bitch can't just shut off for awhile..damned"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I was reading The suicide girl in my bed.it was 12am something and I took half of that sleeping pill. massaged done, pill done, am I suppose to sleep quiet tonight??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It just took less than 5 minutes when the weird feeling kicking in my nerves, everything sooo blurr,head spinning. I was still holding my book but I see nothing only blurr and black, sort of blackout for a second, I remembered mumbling unconsciously " Shit... kidding me " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;then fell asleep like dead with the light on, glasses on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Although the feeling when waking up in the morning..was totaly GREATand FRESH!!! but something spooky about the pills scared me like hell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Should I feel really curious and went online for whatever infomartion I could get. I found the truth it's really scared the hell out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now I know why this girl behaving crazy... There's so many times she repeatdly call to my cell phone in the middle of nights talk non-senses and hung up I told her that I was asleep and will call in again until I told her to fuck the hell off and switch my cell off .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the weird is she have no memories about that she'd calls. how insane she drive me that I assume she need help but I can't get abgry though as she is one of my close mate. (she wasn't a friend before, she was kind of pain in the ass, the bitch that I'll slap or yank her hair off kind. but I'll have to be patient enough coz she changed and behaving well every then and now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and once during a sleepover night she just dissappear in the middle of night. and the next morning she has no idea what was happen, I wonder how heck she managed to get her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;worse is she has been in this pills for years..and downing them with beers&lt;br /&gt;what kind of life is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I told her to put all of her pills in the trash bin for good or she will never have to worry being late at work any more, coz by that time she could be already dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;She was: " ha ha ha.. Damn..you have to buy me LV coffin then ha ha ha !!" she laugh like mad for that which lead me laugh a loud too*sigh* obviously we have weird sense of humour in common.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and according to her live in bf, this girl not only commit walking-talking-fucking while apparently asleep. she also a big fan of binge eating from the fridge while asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And since she have no car so there's no possible for her to commit sleep-driving!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-800398162686135022?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/800398162686135022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=800398162686135022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/800398162686135022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/800398162686135022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/04/stilnox-thai-massuer-and-i.html' title='Stilnox, Thai massuer and I'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6199780920099742706</id><published>2008-04-03T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T01:11:12.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been smacked, squeezed, slapped, spanked, raped..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Another busy day at work. It's feel like I've been smacked, squeezed, slapped, spanked, raped.. like dead and numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think things will keep this busy until another girl return from Philippines next week. Too busy folks hardly to get off  of their telephone and computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lack of man power, work is over loaded!!  It's a challenge, it's a challenge I tell myself  it's a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;well, let be in optimist, see the bright side,  ass up head down keep working on... keep working..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Think how amazing that I didn't choke myself death while doing talking, typing at the same time eating. this is what my mother told me about " multi tasking ". I bet she should be proud of me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;lunch nowadays usually done in front of computer chewing, munching, swallowing foods and all done in less than 15 minutes and the telephone keep roaring. Pick up the phone Bitch!! I think I am going to deaf soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It's sooo horrible like everybody go nuts in the challenge and chaos, but after two weeks been in such horrible situation it's more like being abused than being challenged:(&lt;br /&gt;After 8 hours slaving in the office, can see all asses sweating and hear livers screaming " OH MY GOD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6199780920099742706?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6199780920099742706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6199780920099742706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6199780920099742706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6199780920099742706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-been-smacked-squeezed-slapped.html' title='I&apos;ve been smacked, squeezed, slapped, spanked, raped..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6302018766241031960</id><published>2008-04-02T21:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T19:27:29.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're loved, you're HOT, you guys are top dogs from the block."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been busy, slaving my ass trying to make more dough so it can pay off bills, food, bras, shoes and boozes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that one of the reason why I didn't online as often as before because of tipsy after too many glass, I don't feeling smart enough to get online coz often typo and talk non-sense. and afraid I'll flashing my boobs on web cam. and worn-out after been abused badly at work.&lt;br /&gt;Work got really busy these days, business running really great. it's not a difficult things to hit the target off. Costumer everywhere.. soo many costumer it's sooooo scary!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So am in the new branches, we started from ZERO!! no one give a damn. it's a challenge. What these kids know about " business". but things change fast. it's tough people have to learn quick and fast. I like my salary has increased twice this year, bonus and stuffs. " You're loved, you're HOT, you guys are top dogs from the block." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;beside I've make a good friendships &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R_YP4DhdwdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/U10URRxCXak/s1600-h/x1ps36stSjnkW2TpdBPH1HK0BbLAOaCHqlj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185349476656464338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R_YP4DhdwdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/U10URRxCXak/s320/x1ps36stSjnkW2TpdBPH1HK0BbLAOaCHqlj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with a bunch of " pro-alcoholic " at work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's almost always crazy-happy-hour 2 hours drinking. I'll like to forget what should forget and remember what is good by rushing down to the pub for a celebration of Thank God the shitty-day gone, it's over!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beer in Carniege's is cheap and taste good. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8pm left the drama in the pub, go home, have shower, have some sleep or if possible have some sex or masturbate, wake up in the morning, shower then go to work, feel free abuse me again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every morning started at 9am till 5:30pm like the telephone won't stop ringing after one of another. welsome to 8 hours telephone abusing!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;remembered a movie called The Ring? The telephone ring in the movie just annoying coz when the girl pick up the phone no one on the other line. calling someone but doesn't want to say a word is totally childish, super stupid!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And telephone at work, we mean business and there's always someone * dearie precious costumer * rushing for money talks. I mean more incoming calls meaning more business opportunities, I trully understanding and happy for a money chat but somehow I could just make myself jumping off the building when all the lines blinking and beeping. that's gets me, that's really gets on me!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think I'll go eat worms one day of these tough days !! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man...what if I have 3 pair of ears?? More ears - more to love. and more 3 mouth would not hurts though. and yet when it's come to the worse situation when all the girls get bossy, feel itchy, acted bitchy ..about everything and anything, e.g hairs, big cock, shoes, diet coke, celebs gossip,goal, yoga, loan target,rumour, fruits, cock, sales..etc..etc..etc&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6302018766241031960?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6302018766241031960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6302018766241031960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6302018766241031960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6302018766241031960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-been-busy-slaving-my-ass-trying-to.html' title='You&apos;re loved, you&apos;re HOT, you guys are top dogs from the block.&quot;'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R_YP4DhdwdI/AAAAAAAAAbM/U10URRxCXak/s72-c/x1ps36stSjnkW2TpdBPH1HK0BbLAOaCHqlj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-1492695741143423338</id><published>2008-03-29T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T00:38:23.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another session of craziness..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday night :&lt;br /&gt;6pm: starting happy-crazy-hour with bunch of office mates @ carniege's finish at 8pm something, got pretty tipsy when heading home. cutie-hunky-caucasian-male-bunnies every where to see on the street tonight, it's Rugby7 yummy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm: shower done at home, I look pretty and so ready meeeting Pauline for Green mango salad thai food dinner, We decided eating and boozing somewhere in Wan chai. can't wait to see my pretty self got hammered-puking on the street after that :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30pm-11pm: Oh my gudness..something amazing happened at home. think I must be crazy, it's like wanting something for very long long time..Imagine you almost go insane and when you have no clue whether it's stand for any chance to be dream come true and today.. today thing just happen like it should be.. like BLAST!!! a huge relief.. yet a begining of another session of craziness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11pm: There are 11 missed calls and 3 sms in my mobile. poor Pauline abadoned on the street for hours &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late for dinner, I took Pauline straigh to the bar. finished at 3am, we got buzz in the head &gt;,&lt; and get "beef noddle" before heading home. God...am soooo hungry I can even eat a COW !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4am: in my bed, make-up removed, teeth brushed and Pauline suffering from hangover-quietly laying next to me :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;GEMINI&lt;br /&gt;May 21-June 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;March/24/2008 - March/30/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your best luck, romance-wise, is on Wednesday and Thursday, but Monday and Tuesday are great days too. You're facing a mystery that deepens and multiplies the more you look into it. The mystery could be as simple as a person you noticed at a coffee shop -- who are they, what do they care about, what is their life like? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endlessly fascinating. Wednesday and Thursday are so great because compatibility and good times are in the stars. Friday and this weekend, you're attempting to draw someone out, to get them to tell you what they really think and feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-1492695741143423338?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1492695741143423338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=1492695741143423338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/1492695741143423338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/1492695741143423338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-session-of-craziness.html' title='another session of craziness..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-461744806218232588</id><published>2008-03-26T22:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:34:54.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY DESPERATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call me a loser, call me a loser... you can call me a loser...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I soooo desperate going on a date, I think could have just say yes to everyone who asked me out!! I kidding you not, I really keen going out with anyone, everyone could be my potential-hot-date-canditate, I could really dating anything though.. you all are fucking welcome, I could really date a horses/ rhinos..buffalos.. cows/ oxs/ cats/ dogs... rats.. even hippos.. are welcome coz I really don't mind, I just don't care!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sooo I've done browse all kind of intenet dating web site, clicking every guy's profile I could find. I was soooo busy that could not be bother how heck is these people looked like in their profile, not give a shit about background-lifestyle and details. I was like as long as they could move, kicking alive I don't care the rest. what I want is going on date!! a date... dating.. DATE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S LIKE GETTING BACK ON THE DATING TRACK!! KINDA HARD - PRETTY SUCKS!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta work on my charms, wish me luck, God bless me!!! so say this: Jesus love me, you cant rape me, Amen....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd sending hundred thousand emails out. Now I expecting... life is getting really tough!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I paranoidly clicking on my profile, desperately checking my email, perhaps one of my future-hot-date write me back!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy I gotta wish someone generous with purple heart take me out for date, Or I couldn't be staying insane for any moment. I wonder how perfect it would be if he take me out for a nice seafood dinner...and it doesn't matter if he will never to call me again afterwards..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Who cares anyways?? at very least I'd ate a nice dinner for FREEEeee....  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-461744806218232588?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/461744806218232588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=461744806218232588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/461744806218232588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/461744806218232588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-desperation.html' title='MY DESPERATION'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-1314244165821196271</id><published>2008-03-24T23:32:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:23:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck it or fucking leave it</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She hate him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She hate him... she hate him to die, moaning to every friends that he is son of a bitch, the biggest asshole on the planet earth, motherfuker!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She hate him.. cursing at him like there's nothing good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She hate him for every sober moment , bad mouthed him every day, She called him names " Bitch!!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He worth nothing but a piece of fuckig shit, She hate him soooooooooo much like she wish own a shootgun gotta shoot him in the head...blood, brain , shit, pee, sperms every where!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;she cries her eyes out- tears dry !! all of her friends wanted to suicide!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lord knows, everybody knows how much she hate that she wish ripping his cock's head off of its's shaft, got that hairy bollocks chopped in the tiny bits and pieces! got her Staccato high heels jammed in his lousy ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She wish this fucking crappy dickhead piece of shit got his arrogant cock burn in the fucking hell FOREVER!!! Forever.. forever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But guess what?? after couple glasses of JD still she observing herself fucking this guy over her lonely nights!! eeerr.. perhaps horny nights!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All shocked.. all shocked!!! ALL SHOCKED!!! what's the point?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what is the point you will want that " lap sub" in your pant??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I mean if he wasn't good and you hate him that bad.. if you can't smile after fucking in the cunt, what was the point by doing that?? why would you wanting to have sex if it feel wasn't right afterwards?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If sex was good why would you curse and feel hurts that much??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what's the point exactly?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Man... I got tons of question remarks fucking in my head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I just don't understand.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;don't we get the picture yet?!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fucking is good, fucking is healthy, fucking is language, fucking is another way to communicate with another living ^_^!! Me loves fucking happily..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My point is sex should done with joy and clear minded, where mutual respect is a must. A clear communication is a must to prevent this fucking drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be clear about what you wants. To be connected to the reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fucking is fucking doesn't mean loving. Get the view?? while You think you were loved up but what she/he think that you were fucked up and it was fun. Heell yeahh.. you admit it was heck of FUN!!! like H&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e have a wonderful-beautiful cock * It's not about the size* that could play for one night long, he have a wicked tongue, like what we girls used to said: " this guy could eat pussy for life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite he wasn't in love with you still the sex was almost always amazing, it's amazing, it's amazing.. it's amazing!! Yeaaahh.. sex always amazing!! and need lots of respect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If any parties failled in this " respect the fucking partner" field then mind of yourfuckingself then go buy yourself a " fuck toy" and after the" hot steamy sex session, it's requires you to wash them clean then store in the cool and dry place, by doing this somewhat like showing these fuck toys perhaps some respect, respect them make a clear sign that they're not a worthless fucking rubbish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;fucking stupid-sex-toys need some respect, What do you think about fuck buddy ?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hellooo fuck buddies ??? But actually It's not your fuck buddies.. it's you,it's you decide, it's really you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;It's really up to you, whether you fuck or do not fuck"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What If fuck buddies don't give a damn about your " &lt;strong&gt;fuck and respect needs"&lt;/strong&gt; then suggest you take a deep breathe, and ask yourself, be clear and honest.. be really.. really honest, whatever the answer it then go for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck with DIGNITY and basks in GLORY !!&lt;br /&gt;now you got the point yet??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;remember ASK YOURSELF!! NOT YOUR POOR FRIENDS.. LEAVE THEM PEACE, JUST DON'T ASK THEM, unless all of you going to have sexy.. all together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuck me hard, stop complaining, now lick my bitch !!! command-repeat !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes, somehow girly talks, really drove me insane..to the crazyland &gt;,&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-1314244165821196271?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1314244165821196271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=1314244165821196271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/1314244165821196271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/1314244165821196271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/03/fuck-it-or-fucking-leave-it.html' title='Fuck it or fucking leave it'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6818151040060393270</id><published>2008-03-23T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T00:16:10.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho ran fun aaahh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today you will finally have the time you need to fully explore your feelings about someone. They've been sending you mixed signals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;which has understandably frustrated and confused you. So it's a good thing you'll have some free time today to ponder just what the heck is going on here! Make this the last time you put your life on hold to deal with this person --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.magmypic.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://b.magmypic.com/uploads/4/7f/47f1f07d597bc9348ef01420b97f3630_VAGUE_med.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They've created enough confusion already. Decide what you want to do about the situation. Then don't give it any more thought.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6818151040060393270?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6818151040060393270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6818151040060393270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6818151040060393270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6818151040060393270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/03/ho-ran-fun-aaahh.html' title='Ho ran fun aaahh..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-7210330503410244707</id><published>2008-03-18T23:41:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:21:19.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't hide in the shadows if you should be receiving recognition for a job well done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've just got my salary increased.. my salary now is $$$$$$.... which is good news!!! and I also have my weight increased... to..140lbs now is bad news!! Man... I FEEL SOOO SUCKS LIKE A PAIR OF LOUSY SOCKS &gt;,&lt; !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can improve your overall position in the community or at work now, but you must be willing to tell others what you are doing. This isn't about self-centered promotion; it's just about acknowledging the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R9_kutDMmiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DpuIxX4dd4Y/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179109587517479458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R9_kutDMmiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DpuIxX4dd4Y/s200/005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R9_i0NDMmdI/AAAAAAAAAaU/38mbMiINytA/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179107482983504338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R9_i0NDMmdI/AAAAAAAAAaU/38mbMiINytA/s200/003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R9_kDdDMmfI/AAAAAAAAAak/0tjjKfS1Hws/s1600-h/s002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179108844488137202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R9_kDdDMmfI/AAAAAAAAAak/0tjjKfS1Hws/s200/s002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hide in the shadows if you should be receiving recognition for a job well done. .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These beauties.. inspires me sooo much!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I starve till anger... I wanted to get my old me back.... I am sooooooo HUNGRY!!!!!! ANGRY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R9_koNDMmhI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OIuhkQfKv8M/s1600-h/016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179109475848329746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R9_koNDMmhI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OIuhkQfKv8M/s200/016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R9_jKdDMmeI/AAAAAAAAAac/jsXpek65ZiE/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179107865235593698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R9_jKdDMmeI/AAAAAAAAAac/jsXpek65ZiE/s200/008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R9_kMtDMmgI/AAAAAAAAAas/PjYSaVLTtK0/s1600-h/s015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179109003401927170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R9_kMtDMmgI/AAAAAAAAAas/PjYSaVLTtK0/s200/s015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Can I project my instability, frustration or anger onto anyone else.???!!! &gt;,&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am soooooooooo HUNGRY that I think ate half of my genius brain &gt;,&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a shemale is tough.. being a cute-shemale 5 times tougher!!!&lt;br /&gt;But having to lose 15 lbs fats in 4 weeks ain't fucking easy tooo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one is out to make my life any fucking tougher..... is true !!!!"&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could now just join in the " Pro-Ana community "&lt;br /&gt;and say GOOD BYE to my " Pro-Alcoholic community "... Arrghhhhhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having starving myself like stupid wasn't a funny thing to do too.. running-jogging -jumping like a fucking mad wasn't a good idea too, by having purging those good fatty food is a day though.. &gt;,&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Now forgive me if I don't know what to blog on these TOUGH days !! !! Now I don't know what to eat on these fukin tough days..*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-7210330503410244707?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7210330503410244707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=7210330503410244707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7210330503410244707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7210330503410244707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-hide-in-shadows-if-you-should-be.html' title='Don&apos;t hide in the shadows if you should be receiving recognition for a job well done.'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R9_kutDMmiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DpuIxX4dd4Y/s72-c/005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-4664607396097954840</id><published>2008-03-02T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:21:43.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wear Orange- I Likes It In The Butt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What Color Is the Shirt You Are Wearing: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Red- Who Will Do Anything For Crack &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;purple- Who Looks At Porn 24/7 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Orange- Who Likes It In The Butt &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yellow- Who Wants To Have Sex With You &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blue- Who rocks out with their cock out &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Green- Who will rock your world &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pink- Who's fucking crazy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;White- Who everyone wants to fuck &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brown- Who Wears Big Sunglasses &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Black- Who likes it dirty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gray- Who gives great head &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;None-Who is a beast in bed &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-4664607396097954840?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4664607396097954840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=4664607396097954840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4664607396097954840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4664607396097954840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wear-orange-i-likes-it-in-butt.html' title='I wear Orange- I Likes It In The Butt'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-4234025784559390552</id><published>2008-02-18T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:07:44.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't burn a mormon genitals :D</title><content type='html'>Curious eh??!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/blog/2008/02/14/you-cant-burn-a-mormons-genitals-the-daily-nooner-est/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-4234025784559390552?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4234025784559390552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=4234025784559390552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4234025784559390552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4234025784559390552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-cant-burn-mormon-genitals-d.html' title='You can&apos;t burn a mormon genitals :D'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-1151488457945898838</id><published>2008-01-29T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:12:00.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sooooooo..... I-S-T- J</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; WIDTH: 398px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #fff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="39" src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 13px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; WIDTH: 398px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #2181da; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/classiccareer/index.jsp?testname=classiccareerogt&amp;amp;resultid" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15;"&gt;Career Personality Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 17px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;My Result: &lt;a style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 17px; COLOR: #000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial" href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/classiccareer/index.jsp?testname=classiccareerogt&amp;amp;resultid" target="_blank"&gt;ISTJ&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 13px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ccc 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FLOAT: right; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 5px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/classiccareer/index.jsp?testname=classiccareerogt&amp;amp;resultid=A" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="Take this test!" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/classiccareer/images/istj_s.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;That means that based on the standard measure of personality traits, you have a quiet determination and sharp mind — you're very focused and buckle down when it comes to work. You are the type of person one looks to in a crisis. While others may provide emotional support in a situation, your clear and logical thinking allows you to solve the problem at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are adaptable and can work independently or on a team. You are a careful thinker and get all the details before making any decisions. You don't jump to conclusions and stick with the facts provided. In other words, you're the go-to person for the real story, not the spin or gossip. While others may view you as a bit stubborn at times, they begrudgingly respect your ethics and straightforward approach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WIDTH: 376px; PADDING-TOP: 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/classiccareer/index.jsp?testname=classiccareerogt&amp;amp;resultid=A" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline;font-family:arial;font-size:12;color:#2181da;"   &gt;http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/classiccareer/index.jsp?testname=classiccareerogt&amp;amp;resultid=A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDE2MTg5NDU5MjEmcHQ9MTIwMTYxODk2MDc2NSZwPTU5MSZkPSZuPQ==.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-1151488457945898838?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1151488457945898838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=1151488457945898838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/1151488457945898838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/1151488457945898838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-i-s-t-j.html' title='I am sooooooo..... I-S-T- J'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5146736455130579159</id><published>2008-01-28T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T23:43:07.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I probably have no brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border:1px solid #000000;background-color:#fff;padding:0;width:398px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/images/widget/gigya/widgetHeader.jpg" width="398" height="39" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:398px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/brain/index.jsp?testname=brainogt&amp;resultid=-" target="_blank" style="color:#2181da;text-decoration:underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"&gt;The Brain Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding:10px 0;font-size:17px;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   My Result: &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50652/tests/brain/index.jsp?testname=brainogt&amp;resultid=-" target="_blank" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:17px;font-weight:bold;color:#000;"&gt;Balanced-brained&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="padding:0 10px 10px 10px;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;border-bottom:1px solid #ccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="float:right;padding:5px 0 0 5px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/brain/index.jsp?testname=brainogt&amp;resultid=A" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/brain/images/balanced_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     That means you are able to draw on the strengths of both the right and left hemispheres of your brain, depending upon a given situation. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you need to explain a complicated process to someone, or plan a detailed vacation, the left hemisphere of your brain, which is responsible for your ability to solve problems logically, might kick in. But if you were critiquing an art opening or coming up with an original way to file papers, the right side of your brain, which is responsible for noticing subtle details in things, might take over. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While many people have clearly dominant left- or right-brained tendencies, you are able to draw on skills from both hemispheres of your brain. This rare combination makes you a very creative and flexible thinker. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The down side to being balanced-brained is that you may sometimes feel paralyzed by indecision when the two hemispheres of your brain are competing to solve a problem in their own unique ways.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div style="padding:10px;text-align:center;width:376px;overflow:hidden;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div style="padding:0 0 5px 0;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;What are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/brain/index.jsp?testname=brainogt&amp;resultid=A" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12px;color:#2181da;text-decoration:underline;font-family:arial;"&gt;http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/brain/index.jsp?testname=brainogt&amp;resultid=A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDE2MjA1MDI5NTMmcHQ9MTIwMTYyMDUxMjE4NyZwPTU5MSZkPSZuPQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5146736455130579159?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5146736455130579159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5146736455130579159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5146736455130579159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5146736455130579159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-probably-have-no-brain.html' title='I probably have no brain'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-7804447396469807632</id><published>2008-01-25T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T13:39:08.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, January 25, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R5l1nwbtYII/AAAAAAAAAaM/MNup-AKSTf8/s1600-h/fun9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159284174006083714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R5l1nwbtYII/AAAAAAAAAaM/MNup-AKSTf8/s320/fun9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onclick="logclick9('logo');" href="http://www.tarot.com/go/google-ig/rss-horo-dailyhoroitem/?sign=gemini" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Getting used to a certain level of discomfort could be required if you want to make the most of the years ahead. You won't be able to solve deep emotional issues with one quick transformational discussion. Pluto is entering you 8th House of Intimacy, requiring you to alter the way you approach relationships. Be willing to step into subconscious shadows to learn something new about yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/8804811-7804447396469807632?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7804447396469807632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=7804447396469807632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7804447396469807632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7804447396469807632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/01/friday-january-25-2008.html' title='Friday, January 25, 2008'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R5l1nwbtYII/AAAAAAAAAaM/MNup-AKSTf8/s72-c/fun9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-8160953845506690235</id><published>2008-01-16T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T18:20:11.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>need brazillian wax.</title><content type='html'>My period came again..... Gosh..31 days!! Can't believe how fast the time goes by!!! &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R5BjnffJTNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9rXf3YyZBP8/s1600-h/IMAGE.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156731103457397970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R5BjnffJTNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9rXf3YyZBP8/s400/IMAGE.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered I was sooo sick, last time period caused mood swing like hell, like I was about shoot people in the head. and was actually fuckin drama. it was 31 days ago I suffering from Tampon. It was like cause me toxic later all my body system down.. I end up in the clinic.. and hospital and was on medicines for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Can't remembered how long when the last time I shaved my cat!! Can't remembered when was the last time I had sex!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am not suprise now my genital hair grew wild like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R5BZg_fJTMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/v1p56AOvGHM/s1600-h/IMAGE.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156719996671970498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R5BZg_fJTMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/v1p56AOvGHM/s320/IMAGE.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not desperate to shave them off either!! as at this moment I don't have planning to shag anyone, well.. I eventually will, just not now.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to save this hairy cake for my valetine's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;When the day come.. this hairy thing going out from sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R5Bj1vfJTOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MchRzwmLf9U/s1600-h/IMAGE.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156731348270533858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R5Bj1vfJTOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/MchRzwmLf9U/s200/IMAGE.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved my dough for that luxury brazillian wax next month. I also planning to go on pills..&lt;br /&gt;so he/she could fuck the brain out of me without have to worry about baby and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait... Can not wait.. Until February fuckfest * giggles*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-8160953845506690235?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8160953845506690235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=8160953845506690235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8160953845506690235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8160953845506690235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2008/01/need-brazillian-wax.html' title='need brazillian wax.'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R5BjnffJTNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9rXf3YyZBP8/s72-c/IMAGE.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-8091380430502146888</id><published>2007-12-16T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T01:01:36.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is period amazingly ugly....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R2ap9vfJTKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/9AbZTBS_Swo/s1600-h/fridaythe13thtitleln7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144986502501584034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R2ap9vfJTKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/9AbZTBS_Swo/s320/fridaythe13thtitleln7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mood swing like mudafukar!! for bloody 3 week.&lt;br /&gt;God knows how I hate my period for some reason, It was always drove me crazy. Last time I had period it was back to Oct, 30th. it was 2 week earlier than it suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;Now is already late for 3 fucking week..my period haven't come yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate.. I hate mood swinging.. I hate behaving like period-monster!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate scared off my office-mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate suffering from that stupid period cramps!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate poking my vagina those stupid tampon!! I was always worried what if I break string can I still get them out?? would it get lost forever in my vagina?? I hate the thoughts of it!!! I hate.. I hate no sex!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate called my date off.. because I was on period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my boobs swelling hard like heck, my nipples hurt!&lt;br /&gt;I hate begging people to help me checking my bloody butt" Excuse me, can you please tell me is blood everywhere on my skirt??!! ( I don't wear trouser )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R2aqkvfJTLI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hwCNHL2dVcE/s1600-h/anthrax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144987172516482226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R2aqkvfJTLI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hwCNHL2dVcE/s320/anthrax.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate not able wear T-back, I hate wearing grandmother size panties !!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate the XXXL napkin that covering from my pubic, butt and up until my waist!! I hate the extra WINGS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate for being paranoid, I can't sleep!! waking up for every 5 second..turn the light on just to know that I didn't bleed onto my bedsheet !!! I sleep with platic bag stick on my butt.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the " bloody-fishy-oyster-smells "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R2apsffJTJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/lvm-do5Wu0A/s1600-h/suprisexc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144986206148840594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R2apsffJTJI/AAAAAAAAAZc/lvm-do5Wu0A/s320/suprisexc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hate the thought of can butt fucking make us pregnant??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-8091380430502146888?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8091380430502146888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=8091380430502146888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8091380430502146888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8091380430502146888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-is-peiod-amazingly-ugly.html' title='This is period amazingly ugly....'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/R2ap9vfJTKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/9AbZTBS_Swo/s72-c/fridaythe13thtitleln7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6430774878767647734</id><published>2007-11-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:09:24.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry for this fucking tired!!!</title><content type='html'>I don't need this kind of whore make me feel bad for being taking care my own shit.. is wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/200712:13:02 AM: hi ivybee&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 12:19:07 AM: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/emotion%20icon/21_irked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:09:56 Am :HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:10:04 AM Ivybee: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/emotion%20icon/2_smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:10:16 AM: oh u say hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:10:20 AM: how are u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:10:22 AM Ivybee :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yeah, Im good..Trying to get my stuff ready for work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;How you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:11:04 AM : not bad, late to get ready for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:12:34 AM Ivybee: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Like ironing my clothes, painting nails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:12:54 AM : so late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:13:31 AM Ivybee : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;You right!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im going to take shower and sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:13:46 AM : what u been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:13:50 AM : ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:17:32 AM : ok. bye then &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/emotion%20icon/21_irked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:19:19 AM Ivybee :&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I am sorry!! But I really busily doing housework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:19:37 AM : ok, night then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:19:48 AM Ivybee: &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Since I just got home 12am.. and been working today! And my youngest sister just landed from Jakrta this afternoon. And she stay in another sister's house in another Island by ferry. And I visit them this evening after work, and I got home just now. And I really sorry.. that I am tired...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11/26/2007 1:21:00 AM Ivybee : Sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11/26/2007 1:21:01 AM Ivybee : Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/2w65q50.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:21:04 AM Ivybee &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:21:06 AM : yeah oooook&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:21:09 AM : goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:21:15 AM : hope u got time another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:21:38 AM Ivybee : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I just don't understand.. people always wanted a piece of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:21:44 AM Ivybee : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I really tired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:22:18 AM: I dont undestand why people always ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:22:22 AM : yes, i know you tired.&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:22:26 AM: goodnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:22:27 AM Ivybee : &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Girl friends got jealous each other if I was with one of other and left another behind, They got all grumy and words fight over the phone last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:22:30 AM: chat to u another time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:22:54 AM Ivybee :&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;People are really Crazy..........................................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:23:55 AM: okok!!!! I wont disturb!!! chat u another rtime I hope!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/26/2007 1:23:59 AM: goooodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No there's no next time though, after I finished shower I read his MSN message says :&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Fuck ignoring, fucking rude people fucking "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough, I am so sore, tired and fucked up!!! I decided no longer wanted to talk to this MSN whore... there are hundred thousand reason why I don't give a shit about " chat some the other time "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before I sign out from my window...I clicked delete button and this MSN whore will be in blocking list forever.. disappear forever. next time I don't need to feel sorry for being a housemaid of myself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyone could tell  this poor baby why does others treat him like this???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"11/26/2007 1:22:18 AM: I dont undestand why people always ignore me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6430774878767647734?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6430774878767647734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6430774878767647734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6430774878767647734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6430774878767647734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-sorry-for-this-fucking-tired.html' title='I am sorry for this fucking tired!!!'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-8425408176914405948</id><published>2007-11-24T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T02:08:00.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottylicius</title><content type='html'>I've got my butthole done eventually.... it was amazing, Like I can sing " I feel good.. la la la la... I feel good.. la la la la.. so good, so good...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole butthole fucking scene was great though, it feel soo good that I recomend to my girlfriends to give it a try, there's no shit spraying, only farting a lots :D  but the UTI drama put me in the cold. I was soooo sick that I think I am close to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was about cock got slipped inside vagina after poking in the butt, I should to know and telling him off straigh away but I don't want  so I just stay silent, Wasn't that would totally RUDE telling off someone who been working so hard to make you feel good in the butt, I wonder, what kind of  manner I really got after all?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just few days later after that butthole scene, I got very sick for the rest 2 weeks, I was experience Urinary Track Infection !! I was soo shy that I didn't tell to my doctor how heck I've playing my kitty..err I mean butthole, so He didn't ask me how and why, not even dare to peeling my panty off, to see what's going on down there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered 2 years ago, it was middle of night and was the same doctor on duty, I've got the similiar problem, I was expect feeling better but the bugs won't go away until then I called to the clinic and I've filled a complaining against him, questioning why he didn't give a damn care look at my kitty cat.&lt;br /&gt;But I think he just too  SHY!! so every then and now I only will checking with my female gyneology frequently but I was out of luck that night.. she wasn't around.... Up to today I am about call her up about what her point of view regarding butthole fucking..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-8425408176914405948?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8425408176914405948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=8425408176914405948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8425408176914405948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8425408176914405948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/11/bottylicius.html' title='Bottylicius'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-8345324318804994401</id><published>2007-11-12T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:16:35.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Still in Love with Your Ex?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Almost There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWIBaJG8Pwo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tWIBaJG8Pwo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're thisclose to complete freedom! Your attitude about your breakup is healthy and shows that you've put in the time and effort to move on with your life. Good for you! Are you dating again? Spending more time with your girlfriends? Enjoying your free nights to do your nails, watch reality TV, or just do as you please? We thought so. Sure, every once in a while you might think about him, but that's normal. You're moving on with your life and so is he/she&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://love.ivillage.com/archive/0,,11-3,00.html"&gt;See More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need a little boost getting back into the singles scene? iVillage is sending you to Charm School! Learn all the sexy tips and tricks you need to be a true bombshell &lt;a href="http://slideshow.ivillage.com/love/charm_school/charm_school_how_to_always_get.html"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-8345324318804994401?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8345324318804994401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=8345324318804994401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8345324318804994401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8345324318804994401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-you-still-in-love-with-your-ex.html' title='Are You Still in Love with Your Ex?'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-7144331064613201488</id><published>2007-10-28T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:31:13.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooooo.... Shannon????</title><content type='html'>x0r appears to be offline. Messages you send will be delivered when they sign in. E-mail this contact instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivybee says:&lt;br /&gt;Where are you????????!!!!! I wondering where the heck you've been since you disapeared yourself from Myspace, like 2 months ago. heck.. like you gone with the wind.. everything gone, whuuusshhhh.... Vanished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivybee says:&lt;br /&gt;I love you... you fuvking know that!! I wonder why I never ask your phone number..perhaps you gave me but I never manage to keep in well.. I was a sucker sometime!! Never came cross in my brain that one day you will just disapear.. without a word.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I still remembered the day when you talked me out of the blue, remembered Shan-shan?? that plastic lizard?? the one that used give me company on the cam?? Its gone.. long time until I missed its sooo much and realised that my sister has throw it long time..... because Shan-shan's belly exploded with all the shit popping out everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;and ooh.. this song you sent me that I love the most. the whole crotchduster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MbhPWud8kM&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MbhPWud8kM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vybee says:&lt;br /&gt;Hey.. I wish you were here, or I wish I was there.. or at least both of us come online..!! Arrghhh....&lt;br /&gt;Ivybee says:&lt;br /&gt;Man.. where the hell are you?! You think I don't care, you think I don't give a flying duck... Aaargghh.... Where are youuuu now?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivybee says:&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you still kicking alive, perhaps you having a good life, perhaps you got your butt online and cross to this stupid lines..&lt;br /&gt;Remembered my mobile beeping twice, it's a Bday reminder. So I wish Shannon a happy Bday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivybee says:&lt;br /&gt;Bee.. fucking miss you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-7144331064613201488?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7144331064613201488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=7144331064613201488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7144331064613201488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7144331064613201488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/10/helloooooo-shannon.html' title='Helloooooo.... Shannon????'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-3681369151697096528</id><published>2007-10-03T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:49:59.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that I've done :D</title><content type='html'>Smoked pot -- $10 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did acid -- $15 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had sex at church -- $25 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning and did not know the person who was next to you-- $40 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone on MySpace -- $25 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex for money -- $100 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had sex with a Asian -- $20 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vandalized something -- $20 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex on your parents' bed -- $10 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat up someone -- $20 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been jumped -- $10 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed dressed -- $10 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given money to stripper -- $25 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love with a stripper -- $20 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed some one who's name you didn't know --$10 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit on some one of the same sex while at work-- $15 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever drive drunk -- $20 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever got drunk at work, or went to work while still drunk -- $50 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used toys while having sex -- $30 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got drunk, passed out and don't remember the night before -- $20 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went skinny dipping -- $5 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex in a pool -- $20 - Done in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone of the same sex -- $10 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone of the same sex -- $20 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on your significant other -- $10 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masturbated -- $5 - Done a lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on your significant other with their relative or close friend --$20 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done oral -- $5 - Done, love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got oral -- $5 - Done, love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done / got oral in a car while it was moving-- $25 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole something -- $10- Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone in jail -- $25 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a nasty home video -- $25 - NOpe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a threesome -- $50 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex in the wild -- $20 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in the same room while someone was having sex -- $25 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole something worth over more than a hundred dollars -- $20 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone 10 years older -- $20 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone under 21 and you are over 27 -- $25 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in love with two people or more at the same time -- $50 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said you love someone but didn't mean it -- $25 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went streaking -- $5 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went streaking in broad daylight -- $15 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested -- $10 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent time in jail -- $15 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played spin the bottle -- $5 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret -- $20 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with your best friend -- $20 - Done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with someone you work with at work --$25 - Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had anal sex -- $80 - Almost done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied to your mate -- $5 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied to your mate about the sex being good --$25 - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I score $575..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-3681369151697096528?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3681369151697096528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=3681369151697096528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/3681369151697096528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/3681369151697096528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/10/things-that-ive-done-d.html' title='Things that I&apos;ve done :D'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-2263261802181280556</id><published>2007-09-30T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:03:40.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating great</title><content type='html'>I am a witness of Soooooooooooooooooo many cheats!&lt;br /&gt;Marriage promise nothing, relationship fucking dull.. people whom commit just can't keep their pants on, it so scary, funny and confused and somehow wipe my lust off!!&lt;br /&gt;Wedding picture won't help when penis getting hard and wanting to fuck so bad aaaaRGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!..... penis goes insane, thinking nothing but bang..bang!!&lt;br /&gt;when hoping in the bar looking for a hot chicks, not only one and bring them along with couple of his guy friends to home for bang bang! you know, they were fucking like rabbit right in your wedding bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding ring just a piece of accessories shit, they mean really nothing, it such embarrassing having that wedding finger stroking deep inside a stranger's pussy!!&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder how many business trips it took your patner cheat??!!&lt;br /&gt;if those married men can't keep their cock cool in the pants, what can you expects from your not-so loved up boyfriend??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a silent witness of sooo many cheats.. I stay quiet!! I recording with my eyes * sigh!&lt;br /&gt;Totally disappointed..I think drink too much, think too much!! I talk non-sense!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-2263261802181280556?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2263261802181280556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=2263261802181280556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2263261802181280556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2263261802181280556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/09/cheating-great.html' title='Cheating great'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5319396904048183868</id><published>2007-09-16T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:16:58.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found this letter in my inbox,  reading this made me cum like "Oh my twat!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we meet for our drink you will be flirting with me, sitting on the bar stool so that your short skirt is showing all of your legs. From time to time you uncross your legs making sure I can see your underwear. Then "by mistake" you drop your lipstick on the floor. I bend down to pick it up for you, and when I come back up you have opened your legs wide so I can see all the details of your lingerie... it's time to leave!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As soon as we get in the taxi we start to kiss, exploring each others mouths. My hand will then start to wander... starting on your beautiful breasts, slowing caressing and squeezing them, making your nipples hard, then my hand will move down to your leg. It will slowly move up your leg, slide under your miniskirt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I reach your g-string I will be delighted to find you are already wet. When we get to the bedroom you are so horny you can't wait for me to undress you. We keep kissing, but at the same time I remove your top and bra. My tongue then moves to your breasts and licks your rock hard nipples, making you even more excited. Then I lie you down on the bed and start touching your pussy through your panties. You are so wet and can't stop moaning. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I pull down your panties. I can see how wet you are. My finger slides very easily inside you. You are very tight, warm and wet. Next I start to lick between your legs, concentrating on your clit. You taste delicious! I love to perform oral sex for a long time, but you get so horny that you have to ask me to stop licking you and slide my dick inside you. During sex I like to try different positions: me on top, you on top, from behind, you sitting on the desk, in front of the mirror, in the shower. We will try them all until we find the one that gives you the most pleasure. Don't worry, when I cum I won't stop... my fingers and tongue will keep busy, stroking your pussy, keeping you hot and horny. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my strength is back, we will do it again, trying some other wild things you like! Maybe I can slide my finger gently into your ass and another in your pussy and masturbate both holes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5319396904048183868?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5319396904048183868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5319396904048183868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5319396904048183868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5319396904048183868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-found-this-letter-in-my-inbox-reading.html' title='I found this letter in my inbox,  reading this made me cum like &quot;Oh my twat!!&quot;'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-7324854717366979975</id><published>2007-09-15T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:33:11.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macau madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; After 6 shoot of Jack-Cokes. pole dancing in the club @ Mp3&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Ru0SqAttNzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4iSN5LF23ok/s1600-h/poor_JD_sucked_dry_(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110761665090893618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Ru0SqAttNzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4iSN5LF23ok/s320/poor_JD_sucked_dry_(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before Alcohol,  Cocky-eyes @ Dog's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Ru0SHgttNyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/mAUUa9MSSWE/s1600-h/before_alcohol_(5).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110761072385406754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Ru0SHgttNyI/AAAAAAAAAYw/mAUUa9MSSWE/s320/before_alcohol_(5).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-7324854717366979975?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7324854717366979975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=7324854717366979975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7324854717366979975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7324854717366979975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/09/macau-madness.html' title='Macau madness'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Ru0SqAttNzI/AAAAAAAAAY4/4iSN5LF23ok/s72-c/poor_JD_sucked_dry_(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-2679338691572528705</id><published>2007-09-13T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:28:09.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost weekend</title><content type='html'>Fucking too much at work my brain dead!!! Dead..dead..deaaaadddd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;THOSE PHONE CALLS  ABUSED MY EARS LIKE  DEAF, NOW  FUCKING BRAIN LIKE FUCKING DEAD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is crazy, I've been working like a fucking top-whore from  9am -5:30pm non-stop talking about " money..loans, money,, interest..loan and interests and money " for the whole days, weeks and months............. !!!  receiving phone calls, interview borrower after one of another!!&lt;br /&gt;This is really mad as we got a hundred thousand applicantion in a week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't belive that I've been working for 10 days, no off day since last wednesday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is no fucking work friday... I am soooo ready for weekend holiday, going to visit and stay in dog's house in Macau, come with me a birthday girl from work, a guy friend, and there's couple of  new girls  I am going to playing with.. Macau..macau..macau...Macau, macau..macau..&lt;br /&gt;Swimming by the beach / pool, working on my tan  a little bit!!!&lt;br /&gt;Drinking and eating in Macau's style  a little bit...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might going to gambling a little bit too!!  what is that Venetian again??!!&lt;br /&gt;My busy bee's life is getting hard lately, working hard, find a nice -cheap  flat is hard..find a  good-fuck dick even hard..like it says: " life just like a dick when it's getting too hard just fuck it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-2679338691572528705?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2679338691572528705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=2679338691572528705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2679338691572528705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2679338691572528705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/09/almost-weekend.html' title='Almost weekend'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-7189245535669738670</id><published>2007-09-03T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T01:04:48.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Oh Lord I've had myself hurts enough this early morning.. it's totally nuts. I was thinking, I might soon die before noon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;August 30 0047. 7:00am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rtw6HMlBZNI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lJ-7bM1-Ks4/s1600-h/l_d46eaba0e870083c6cce2d35646d4b3b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106019972841301202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rtw6HMlBZNI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lJ-7bM1-Ks4/s320/l_d46eaba0e870083c6cce2d35646d4b3b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My neck sore like hell, I've had my neck jerked pretty badly in my dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;I must kind of nervous as I goggling at the clock, " Oh fucvking Sunday!!". Man I fujcking swear to God, that I fujking hate working on Sunday fujking bad.&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of pissed, like I've got a huge cock fujcking up my head, fucjking headache!!! Everything hurts..that I rather stay in bed than get to work. but.. I get up anyway, Me need money to pay off my living. I am poor..$%#^%*&amp; goddamnit!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would like say thank's to those generous people who has keep ordering frozen margarita, gin-tonic, beers and stuff to my table. boozing last night left me looked sour and sick. and this morning I woke up like having dejavu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rtw7HslBZOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/uVpAQRBDew0/s1600-h/cst_098_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106021080942863586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rtw7HslBZOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/uVpAQRBDew0/s320/cst_098_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 7:05 am, Thrusday morning. as I ran into bathroom like mad, had my shower done within 30 sec. almost falling off onto bathtub, Shit!!! that lousy bathtub slippery like heck. and it wasn't the end yet as my fingers jammed at toilet cover several time , leave them kind of swells..my fingers was sooo shakingly with pain that I can't hold a grip on at that goddamn tooth brush, let it slip overly deep down to my throat, God.. my throat was hurt like crazy. I puked like my guts out.&lt;br /&gt;" Oh Lord I've had myself hurts enough this early morning.. it's totally nuts. I was thinking, I might soon die before noon.&lt;br /&gt;I've managed get out the hell of that haunting bathroom and got myself back at my bedroom eventually.&lt;br /&gt;I was naked, bath-towel covering my fat ass... my neck was sore like heck still, also my shoulder sore , I got burnt pretty bad from yesterday sun-baking while having orange juice on DB's beach. arrghh...&lt;br /&gt;I standing there ass-naked front of mirror, looking mad at un-tanned ass. it was white and getting even huge than ever. Partying too much my ass grows fat. Arrghh............I've had drank way too much boozes and ate too much shit, stuffed myself like there's no tomorrow, lack of either sexercise or exersice, After all I should to know my ass definitely will ended up huge like this.&lt;br /&gt;I hardly to find a clothes, Like there's none of them I could fit in. After strunggling for couple hours, I finally put on white sarong and brown top. I think I looked stunning as I glancing over the mirror, I was like " Ughhh.. not too bad!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rtw7jMlBZPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/peWmP942_D0/s1600-h/cst_098_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106021553389266162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rtw7jMlBZPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/peWmP942_D0/s320/cst_098_04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looked at my watch, I think I running really late. but it was when I realised it wasn't SUNDAY, It was actually THRUSDAY. Meaning I have to dress office smart. not this beach idiot thing. ARGGHHHH...............!!! The whole me SORE, my body and soul SORE as hell, like tears nearly bursting out streaming down on my chubby cheecks........... almost cry but I didn't, I trying to be strong. my pitty self starting mumbling " Someone fucking please help me!! I need comfort !!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS. The bed sheet... I bought from Ikea.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-7189245535669738670?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7189245535669738670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=7189245535669738670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7189245535669738670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7189245535669738670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-hangover.html' title='&quot; Oh Lord I&apos;ve had myself hurts enough this early morning.. it&apos;s totally nuts. I was thinking, I might soon die before noon.'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rtw6HMlBZNI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/lJ-7bM1-Ks4/s72-c/l_d46eaba0e870083c6cce2d35646d4b3b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-2395089131399352927</id><published>2007-09-01T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:26:05.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am mature and kick ass, young men can you do me pussy and clit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fucking bloody Hellll...!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;My AFF account almost exploded with emails and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;There are hundred thousand guys write in my AFF account. some of them are about 20-25 years. They wrote me, like wanted to do something with me badly... and called me" GIRL or BABY" it sound shitty to me. these young dudes sound like a fucking idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's annoyed me because the first is I am not a girl any more, I am not a KID, ain't that fucking BABY either.&lt;br /&gt;I am a 30 years old woman, you can call my 12 years old as " baby " but not his mama.&lt;br /&gt;However I am okay with that " baby.. baby.. thing if guys were the same age of me or older than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate guys who is younger than me called me GIRL/BABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;You can call me ", bitch, ho, slut, or pussy and clit and I don't mind, I really am. I am a gemini, dirty talk somewhat turn me really on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;If fucking is the subject then you guys better call me " woman " sure I am going to ties your young body up on the bed, fuck your fucking young cock seriously death.&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/drunk.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-2395089131399352927?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2395089131399352927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=2395089131399352927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2395089131399352927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2395089131399352927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-mature-and-kick-ass-young-men-can.html' title='I am mature and kick ass, young men can you do me pussy and clit?'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6872048730459720312</id><published>2007-08-27T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T23:19:17.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter from AFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*****ATTENTION*****&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THIS IS A SEX SITE , BUT I AM ONLY INTERESTED IN REAL GIRLS LOOKING FOR MARRIAGE HERE .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ARE PRETTY ( &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am very pretty!! I really am!!&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;) ,&lt;br /&gt;SEXY ( &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am sexy from bones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/horny.gif" /&gt;),&lt;br /&gt;FIT ( I&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; sort of fit, I rarely sick, I consider myself in a healthy group and I got no STD problem.&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/drunk.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;GOOD SHAPE ( &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;errr.. this is very depends, sometime I am in a good shape but most of the time I am in B A D S H A P E..&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/nervous.gif" /&gt; Eekk, Sorry!!! But not very bad but wasn't good enough though !! but I am capable fuck all night long!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOUR LOOKING FOR YOUR REAL SOULMATE FOR LIFE ......( &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;fucking soulmate.. what is that??!! I met one before, he is jerk, even refused fuck me in the ass&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/annoyed.gif" /&gt;!! soulmate??!! fuck my soultwat indeed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/quixotic.gif" /&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;JUST WINK/HOTLIST me , and ill contact you soon .&lt;br /&gt;I promise to reply to all winks with my contact info for us to MEET !&lt;br /&gt;I will not hesitate to travel around the WORLD to meet my SOULMATE , and BRING her to PARADISE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WORK WITH 100 MEN , MOST ARE SINGLE OR DIVORCED ! MOST ARE GREAT GUYS WITH GREAT JOBS ( &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;as well as great cock job, I hope &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/chipper.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;so if you dont like me , maybe ill introduce you to a friend!! ( &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh pimp, I am going to fuck those guy's brain out!!! Yoowzhhaa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/horny.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;But you must live FOR adventure , BE beautiful , in good shape , eats right , sexy ,etc. ( DON'T MIND KIDS AT ALL, LOVE THEM !) ( &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;shit.. I don't know if my 12 years old will love them &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/anxious.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MUST BE REAL ( &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am real and kicking alive&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/hopeful.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) AND HAVE PICS TO SHOW ( &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've got hundred thousand of them&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;AND HOPEFULLY ACCESS TO A WEB CAM ( &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have one and I had enjoyed cam sex sometime&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/smooch.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ONE ( &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so do I, let's fuck our cam broke then&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) ,&lt;br /&gt;AND IT WOULD GREAT TO SEE YOU LIVE EVEN FOR A FEW MOMENTS. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I LOVE CAM ON CAM SEX, licking monitor till its cum with my wicked tongue!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/horny.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR READING THIS , AND MAY ALL OUR DREAMS COME TRUE ..........SEE YA SOON !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S: I mean thank's for reading this, and may all our fucking dreams come fucking true!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See all of you ( morons ) soon!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6872048730459720312?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6872048730459720312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6872048730459720312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6872048730459720312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6872048730459720312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/08/letter-from-aff.html' title='letter from AFF'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-7275541785588208001</id><published>2007-08-25T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:28:13.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls: " WHOOOOAAAAAA!!!! HE TAKE HIS COCK OUT PLAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RtBVeslBZLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LZ6-wr-jVYc/s1600-h/tool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102672363661649074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RtBVeslBZLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LZ6-wr-jVYc/s320/tool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night, me and my group has ran into a group of young guys that who got a look exactly like this. they were like about 20-22 years old. and some of them were companied with girlfriends and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one guy, the funnky one dancing seductively around my group and obviously trying to pull at one of my friend. she is the funnier, the sexier in the group.&lt;br /&gt;even he has got a girl with him but he seemed couldn't give a care as his girl walk over and pulled him off. but it's only take 10 sec that he coming back and sneakily dancing behind her.&lt;br /&gt;he kissed her on the neck, rubbing his knob agaisnt her ass. but neither of us give a damn.. it was like both of them enjoying the petting well.&lt;br /&gt;This young man was about 20. and my friend about her 28.&lt;br /&gt;I think they were cool until my I went off to toilet and by the time I got back, she seemed got annoyed pretty much. because the boy keep doing the same" cock rubbing agaisnt girl's butt"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of drunk as I pat him on the back, one hand hugging him on the shoulder another rubbing hands rubbing on my friend's butt as she lean close to me. hips pressed agaisnt mine.&lt;br /&gt;I know we are about playing " Lesbian couple " as I kissed her on the lips... YUMMY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Hello mate. I see you been hitting my woman!!"&lt;br /&gt;( squeezing him on the shouler, deep-stare him in the eyes. Ughhh.. )&lt;br /&gt;Guy: " Oh well... she is your girlfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;(he stopping all the move. hands off from my friend. take a step back and looked like kind of shocked.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Yeah, that's what you see. but I don't mind if she fancy you!"&lt;br /&gt;( as I grabbed him in the ass and my friend keep dancing around me )&lt;br /&gt;Guys:" eehhmm.......!! ( looked confused )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RtBXtclBZMI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FgRk44U7LSo/s1600-h/pumpkinlhd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102674816087975106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RtBXtclBZMI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FgRk44U7LSo/s320/pumpkinlhd5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " I can share if you fancy!! and I can see she is kind of got a crush at you, and I see you got a hot body, I can't blame either of you though!" ( I wink, running my finger, circle around his nipple)&lt;br /&gt;Guy: " You got a hot girlfriend!!" ( hands tun wildly on my friend's tummy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " And you have got an nice chest too. cute nipple getting hard on huh?!" I wonder if you also got a smooth-shaven package in a huge well down there!!"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: " I did, want a proof?" ( starting to unbotton his pant but stop after the first button off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:" Yeahh sure, so you need help??!" ( as my fingers unbotton his pants rushly )&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Ugh.. Armani white brief.. you've got fashion minded!"&lt;br /&gt;Guy: " Now show me yours!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:" Babe, show him what he want !! ( she pulled her pant on her bare pubic as he goggling his eye balls nearly to fallen out )&lt;br /&gt;Guy:" Now your turn!! ( point at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:" Not until you show us your balls and cock.. ( pushed him away as my friend lean even closer to my hip )&lt;br /&gt;Guy:" OKAY!! Deal.....................!!" ( hand down grabbed his cock out )&lt;br /&gt;Girls: " WHOOOOAAAAAA!!!! HE TAKE HIS COCK OUT PLAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest in the group was screaming and giggling like mad when his loose jointed baby cock swinging freely popping out from his Armani brief, his cock head weakly turning on right and left.. and right and left, looked exactly DEAD!!! Like when you just blackout being hitting on the head..&lt;br /&gt;After all we just hugging each other mad..&lt;br /&gt;I almost throwing myself rolling floor when I laugh so hard that I happening experience ORGASM!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was like fabulous night that I've called sick at work... Too much Vodka redbull I hardly sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Now I fucking sick&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/gloomy.gif" /&gt;............. Arrghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/irritated.gif" /&gt;........... Arrghhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-7275541785588208001?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7275541785588208001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=7275541785588208001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7275541785588208001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7275541785588208001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/08/girls-whooooaaaaaa-he-take-his-cock-out.html' title='Girls: &quot; WHOOOOAAAAAA!!!! HE TAKE HIS COCK OUT PLAY!!!!'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RtBVeslBZLI/AAAAAAAAAYA/LZ6-wr-jVYc/s72-c/tool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5792685590635926360</id><published>2007-08-25T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T04:37:47.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much vodka redbull or it's de ja vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't believe this is happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rs80nMlBZII/AAAAAAAAAXo/DRP2MC28w0A/s1600-h/kitty.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102354750830109826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rs80nMlBZII/AAAAAAAAAXo/DRP2MC28w0A/s320/kitty.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been clubbing in Kee club with a bunch of girl friends in Lan kwai fong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was really having a lovely moment, chatting up with old friends, drink and dance like insane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jump onto a cab, got home just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4am.. in the very early morning, I was exhausted, but no die ( I thought I am not, at least no puke, no drama with the cab driver ) so tonight sort of quiet night.. I can sing " Hallelujah" if I want though. but I just keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring out my keys and trying to open someone's else door... I was desperately for my toilet needs as I drank like 4 glass of Vodka redbull. I almost get wet in the pants!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rs88EslBZJI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PZJ0zET5F4Q/s1600-h/homer_beer.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102362954217645202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rs88EslBZJI/AAAAAAAAAXw/PZJ0zET5F4Q/s320/homer_beer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a sec I think I was about losing my temper, and was planning to kicking my 5 inches high heels onto the door, a sound like something from the house has moving way to the door. I think I had wake something alive up, now its going to lick my freaking ass!! Ughhhh.. I mean KICK my freaking ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took couple step back, turn around and hide on the corner, observing.. what the fuck going on in this building. since when my sister took off the decoration and stuff that used hang and stick on the gate and door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was when I reliased that the gate and door look obviously different, it's not the one that I used to know. I obviously got the wrong floor. I got fucking nervous as I bumping around, I nearly bang my head against the walls as my brain couldn't think. Like its stop working all together.. I got no sense. I cry our for help but siletnly. actually screaming SOS but only deep down in my heart as I worried a whole building will get annoying then my drunken ass got kicking in the hole.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was so scared.. confused and my blade almost about to explode!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rs8_yslBZKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bqWv0O3e0z4/s1600-h/l_a45d00920effbafbfbc538d3229c7564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102367043026511010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rs8_yslBZKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bqWv0O3e0z4/s320/l_a45d00920effbafbfbc538d3229c7564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying fuckin hard to figure out, Where am I?? Heck.. wait.. WHO AM I????!!!! " &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4 am in the morning" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God.. I am soooooooooooooooooooooooo Fucking LOST!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It took me 2 minutes to figure out that instead 9th fllor I actually was right on the 5th fllor..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ran into the elevator.. ............ ................. ....................!!!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/quixotic.gif" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5792685590635926360?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5792685590635926360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5792685590635926360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5792685590635926360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5792685590635926360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/08/too-much-vodka-redbull-or-its-de-ja-vu.html' title='Too much vodka redbull or it&apos;s de ja vu'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rs80nMlBZII/AAAAAAAAAXo/DRP2MC28w0A/s72-c/kitty.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6994130729234637371</id><published>2007-08-22T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T01:00:40.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate-starfish addictive!!!</title><content type='html'>Help......................!!!&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a day someone told me " Start wanking in the butt, You'll feel incredibly sexy!! and I think " whooa..this is new!! as I'd discovered a real of butthole poking arts.&lt;br /&gt;Remembered the first time I had my finger stuck in there.. I was kind of uneasy worried like hell, afraid that " shit spraying moment" let alone the " shit stick on finger "&lt;br /&gt;After all, playing with my backyard wasn't a bad idea at all. I was thinking at least I've got another choose if I get sick of my whimppy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsxW_8lBZHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/7KCHOcsI214/s1600-h/l_5358b66a09da84f780bc25ab14cd838a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101548134497084530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsxW_8lBZHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/7KCHOcsI214/s400/l_5358b66a09da84f780bc25ab14cd838a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rsw0YMlBZBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/z-jpmgatncQ/s1600-h/l_05db327338f5f5e6a3f718bb5d821b59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101510068201939986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rsw0YMlBZBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/z-jpmgatncQ/s200/l_05db327338f5f5e6a3f718bb5d821b59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsxRNslBZGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/oRfNdSLphTw/s1600-h/funny-picture-1009652721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101541773650519138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsxRNslBZGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/oRfNdSLphTw/s200/funny-picture-1009652721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning I was cool and actually excitedly high, as time goes bye I've learn the trick, a friend told me" don't push in order to avoid shit popping out. Thank goodness " shit spraying never happen. I keep going. more and more..&lt;br /&gt;even the thought of shitty finger sometime turn my mood off but I had loads of fun really.&lt;br /&gt;and all I can tell this is addicted seriously,&lt;br /&gt;the part I hate the most is having to washing up my finger cause a lots of drama.&lt;br /&gt;the other day I found 2 boxes of leftover condom in my cosmetic bag, slide one of my favorite strawberry flavour condom has solved the whole drama.&lt;br /&gt;Folk starting knock my bathroom door off as I took more than one hour to had my shower done included some butthole washing!! alas things getting even worse than before, I know... as I planning to poke someone's else butthole........., like a girl that sat next to me on the bus this morning, Arrghhhhh... thing really bad!!! I trying to think the worse what if I become a gay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6994130729234637371?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6994130729234637371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6994130729234637371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6994130729234637371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6994130729234637371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/08/chocolate-starfish-addictive.html' title='Chocolate-starfish addictive!!!'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsxW_8lBZHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/7KCHOcsI214/s72-c/l_5358b66a09da84f780bc25ab14cd838a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-561476520262285666</id><published>2007-08-14T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T05:41:47.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day when I ran into a dumb couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsH8O9efbrI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/eL3xdLLlQyQ/s1600-h/Dumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098633587110932146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsH8O9efbrI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/eL3xdLLlQyQ/s400/Dumb.jpg" width="450" heigh="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's a 30 something chinese guy I ran into this evening while taking the same lift as he is living in the same building as me, in south horizons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy look obviously no dumb until he started conversation with his also 30 something chinese girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;it was not bothering me at all if he wasn't speak totally like an 2 years old baby GIRL!!!&lt;br /&gt;And you know what 2 years old GIRL sound like?? babbled...babbled.. bbaaabbbblleeee.....and lots of drools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like : " ewhhh.. Dai B ( Low IQ/ idiot/ retarded )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sort kind of irritated, I really am. like I close to lost myself. I think I am going to give a preach if ain't that lift door open at 9th floor where I live at. as soon as I got out and walk to my flat my mind keep wondering why can't he pronounce words properly. and what the fuck going on in that girlfriend's mind, how would she staring at him adoringly , like her boy such a hottie by talking like babbling..babbling and drooling..drooling and is no stupid but cute instead!!!&lt;br /&gt;was mad at him?? not really though, it just confused me a bit but I got my mind by &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsIV4tefbtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/NG3ZFaovEO0/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098661792161165010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsIV4tefbtI/AAAAAAAAAWg/NG3ZFaovEO0/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the time I get in the flat and laying my wornout ass in the bed, I realised there are lots of freak and dumb out there.. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest to tell, I had ran into them like hundred thousand times everyday, they are everywhere, lots of them.&lt;br /&gt;they walk around like everyone else, while freaks know they're freak..most of them know they are and some of them admits they are and it was somewhat cool having to know that !! But unlike freaks, dumbasses don't even know they are dumb........................ and will never admits and they got madly sore if someone no dumb trying remind them be not that dumb!!! They got really really insanely mad...&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/whatevah.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/unhappy.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/uncomfortable.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/silly.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-561476520262285666?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/561476520262285666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=561476520262285666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/561476520262285666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/561476520262285666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-that-i-ran-into-dumb-couple.html' title='The day when I ran into a dumb couple'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsH8O9efbrI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/eL3xdLLlQyQ/s72-c/Dumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-217400327265672780</id><published>2007-08-13T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T00:50:18.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok AKA Bang-cock :D</title><content type='html'>Sister: " Whoooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa........... you wanted a hairy cake??? you starting get bushy-bushy?? Ha ha ha!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/giggly.gif" /&gt; since when?? ha ha ha..&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/giggly.gif" /&gt; that's hot news!! Ha ha.&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/giggly.gif" /&gt;.Oooh huueeeekkkkkkkkkk * &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/unhappy.gif" /&gt;choked* uuweeeehuek huek..huekkk.. * trying to clear her troat, I handing a glass of water*&lt;br /&gt;Sister: "I heard it insanely itchy does it?? Seriously..how does it feels anyway??&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Look at magazine, all the models look awesome with their bushy-natural-eyebrows!!&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/chipper.gif" /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee..... it has been loooooooooooooooooooooooooong long time ago, I was teens was the first time I had bough myself my own razor, My hands was shaking like heck, how many cuts is enough, how many tears.. But I didn't care, I instantly love running my fingers on my clean-smooth-shaven cat!! everything is worth...........&lt;br /&gt;like it lost in count how many times I nearly cutsa chunk of my clit off!! how many time I nearly bleed myself die, but I never give up. I keep trying and training.. times heal., times tell.., pratice made me skilled.&lt;br /&gt;it's took a time for sure, until I learnt how to run my razor smoothly, Still I cuts myself a little cuts and it just very sometime though. and it still worth afterwards. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsBMnNefbpI/AAAAAAAAAWA/oxnLMIUXggQ/s1600-h/cj68850eg9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098159014699560594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsBMnNefbpI/AAAAAAAAAWA/oxnLMIUXggQ/s320/cj68850eg9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, something has changed since every then and now my kitty no longer that kind of smooth-shaven thing, seem like won't take soo long its hair going to grow long exactly like THIS ............................................!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel like to shaving my cat and butt since I back from Thailand. remembered last time I shaved it was back to five weeks ago, in The oriental bangkok.&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure what's going in my head.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsBpUdefbqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Zxf13Zx7ULU/s1600-h/masturbate_card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098190578414218914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsBpUdefbqI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Zxf13Zx7ULU/s320/masturbate_card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; maybe because sex back there was awesomely amazing.. or maybe kitty still tired been fucked too much, or maybe because haven't properly done exploring butthole pleasure yet!! aaahhh.. I really don't know &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/chipper.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My complicated brain keep telling " save your hairy- buttslut for that certain cock, bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;Me:" Yeeerrr, maybe I should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again.. no shave, no shag, no fuck, only trims and self-fingering for already five weeks going to be six weeks.. long time huh!! not much I can really do though, or let say not much I want really do. expect its hair grows pretty fast. my libido go nowhere, sometime butthole fingering just enough for me. I am most in my sexual-freezing moment. &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/gloomy.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure how long I able myself to keep up with this kind of bushy shit.&lt;br /&gt;it's irritated me most when toilet-paper clinging onto my bushes and hole... even though I had keep it moderate trims but it still grow fast anyway...ARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-217400327265672780?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/217400327265672780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=217400327265672780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/217400327265672780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/217400327265672780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wonder-how-long-its-took-my-butt-look.html' title='Bangkok AKA Bang-cock :D'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RsBMnNefbpI/AAAAAAAAAWA/oxnLMIUXggQ/s72-c/cj68850eg9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-7088920425071082067</id><published>2007-08-09T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T20:27:55.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How wise it is expect guys taking care of your bills and shits</title><content type='html'>It was July feist in LKF, last saturday afternoon back to 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;There are a bunch of girls from work that I had couple of happy hour after work. I used to think they are sort of cool, even though there's gossip every where but as my concern not much has turn out into a real drama,&lt;br /&gt;I heard they had fight each other over the phone about gossip and shit few times but that kind of stupid fight never happen to me, (yet) as I clearly announce that I am not interesting in that kind of stupidness, and seemed like they had got me very right.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't hear any rumour/gossip about me...yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hostdrjack.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 220px; height: 270px;" src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s54/hostdrjack/3000/172.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shit happen eventually, and went really ugly that saturday noon as girls starting to act really bitch as soon as a guy friend of mine and his friend join in the group.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the bathroom when one whispering to another girl saying something that all my guy friends are old and heck..they refused to talk to anyone of them..* sigh!!! fucking childish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like" never mind, because friendship ain't stand from that kind of age shit.. as long that person got personality and brainy I don't give a fucking fuck about the rest.&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't so long until a guy friend asking if I and girls would like to get another round of drinks and actually quite happy to taking care the drinks and stuff. and you can tell by the way they take it as granted and were thinking the bills are definitely on guys, included pizza and beer we had earlier before guys join in. what a shame..&lt;br /&gt;girls actually got their own money!! as we weren't planning about " free lunch and drink " I mean we used to share the bills. and what is matter if we paid off our stuff and shit.&lt;br /&gt;it's really lovely having a guy and so it doesn't mean that you can't stop ordering drink just because someone got to get the bills, let says there's no one has obligation to responsible other's bills.. am I right???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside they were fucking mean and acting idiotly like the don't speak a single english, I tried to chatt everyone up for the friendship sake's so the guys but it wasn't friendly and I feel sorry for those rude bitchy asses.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's a worth to talk to them.. I don't think they're deserve a friend like mine.. and I was relief and happy at the end of that evening, a friend didn't scrach his credit card that godamn bills..&lt;br /&gt;Sure, girls got fucking sore and saying something.." Huh..old and money-less!!"&lt;br /&gt;and had called the guys, still he had something nice to said about the girls, and I know he hasn't tell the truth.. * sad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if he is rich enough but as I know he was no poor at all.. at least he own his apartment in Happy valley, he run his own company and motor ride me to dinner and stuffs.. gentle and amazingly nice but wasn't the reason that I become friends with... there's something more important&lt;br /&gt;1. out-going personality, kindness&lt;br /&gt;2. brain..brain.. intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't give a damn care about "handsome, young and rich morons"&lt;br /&gt;I don't like people look down others. and if I don't like you, you better have a good self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the wisdom said: " you can't judge people just from the look, it's never reveal the real and true!!&lt;br /&gt;I went home with another girl... otherwise there's must a gossip that I slept with a old-stingy-money-less guy................ which I don't give a damn care if I fancy his cock but I just wasn't that fancy or I don't fancy at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day.. I heard someone announce somebody got random fuck that saturday night following by the group of two were screaming each other over the phone again. ..&lt;br /&gt;Drama.......................!!! Fucking stupid drama..&lt;br /&gt;however they tried to pull me into the drama but I give no fuck by ignoring every incoming calls.. as they wanted to share gossip and shit from branch to another branches!!&lt;br /&gt;I was like " Fuck off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are stupid most of the time..........Arrghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! idiot!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-7088920425071082067?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7088920425071082067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=7088920425071082067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7088920425071082067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7088920425071082067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-wise-it-is-expect-guys-taking-care.html' title='How wise it is expect guys taking care of your bills and shits'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s54/hostdrjack/3000/th_172.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-2491911374347966359</id><published>2007-08-07T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T01:38:55.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SimpsonizeBee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rrn829efboI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ry_a-jj4t7k/s1600-h/your_image.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096382474492014210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rrn829efboI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ry_a-jj4t7k/s400/your_image.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dreaming someone name Mr. charming sneak into my bedroom, ripping off my thong and skirt, have me in his way, hold me down, fuck me really really hard...........!!! OMG.. I can't help my dirty brain o.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-2491911374347966359?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2491911374347966359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=2491911374347966359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2491911374347966359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2491911374347966359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/07/simpsonizebee.html' title='SimpsonizeBee'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rrn829efboI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ry_a-jj4t7k/s72-c/your_image.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-8603643340653898596</id><published>2007-08-05T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:18:09.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I missed my mom..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom leaving today... can't believe that I've shared bed with her for already 3 months, Can't believe that I've putting on weight.. I am going to running my fat ass off again.. and again. it will be start on Monday!! Mean not much time leave for me to hang out in another place expect GYM..GYM.. and that motherfucking GYM... beside exercise, I'll have to eat a lots of fucking greens!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I already feel lost.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hostdrjack.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 200px" src="http://hostdrjack.com/customcomments/samples/6915.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back at home, there's another issue, my younger sister got all sweat in the ass by hand over her own new born.. !!! Can't believe that I got such almighty power ( just very sometimes ) that I can smooth down my almost 3 months little niece, Abigail who is taking care by my mom since she born in the world... baby girl stresed out like a little evil, like she has been crying forever, like she's going to cry her baby's eyes out.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everybody at home got stressed out like heck, the situation seemed even worse seem like there's a a need to hiring a nany...for Abigail baby!! no one had enough sleep since my mom leave................. coz baby girl scream the heck out... * sigh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I freaking missed my mom... I can't believe this is happen to me as I used to think that I am old enough to feel this childish thing... aaahhhh Kau meng aaaahhhhh.................... I can't fucking wait to see what kind of nanny, Ben going to bring home with... hallelujahaa.. God bless us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need a good sleep.. seriously!! Ben and my sister need a good sleep too!!! even my little boy, Steve decided come over to help his aunt out.. like entertaining Abigail when she pissed off.. and assist my sister look after Abigail, Like handing all the stuff she need.. Boy said"  hallelujaahhh.... !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-8603643340653898596?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8603643340653898596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=8603643340653898596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8603643340653898596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8603643340653898596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-i-missed-my-mom.html' title='I think I missed my mom..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-7603860229587445847</id><published>2007-08-02T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:43:09.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Super Erotic Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rrc_sdefbmI/AAAAAAAAAVo/eGo2jVosSOs/s1600-h/787.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remembered last week I had a super weird dream...In my dream I was a masseuse ( I was a beautician plus masseuse of my two previous job. ) and sitting there was a caucasian man in his middle of forties waiting for me do him " scalp massage".&lt;br /&gt;as I was getting closer to give him " head job" it was when I notice he got that all dandruff-oily scalp that made me giddy-madly... I stoned like an idiot, I couldn't believe what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RrP_f9efbgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BNvHp6hVP_Y/s1600-h/resize+of+Image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094696528029642242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RrP_f9efbgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BNvHp6hVP_Y/s320/resize+of+Image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't bothering if he wasn't a tall-slim-toned handsome white guy.&lt;br /&gt;I assumed all white guys take a good care of themeselve..but I was wrong this time. what a waste I thought..&lt;br /&gt;It's hardly for me to stay focusing about " head job" as the dirties totally distracts my mind hundred miles away. and trully stoned like an a real idiot as he turn face facing me.. I was like" Ughhhh..&lt;br /&gt;Man: " YEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS???"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.........................................."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing got pretty weird as the two of us went back to his place. Man, he got a place that huge like The grand palace in Bangkok. everything there in his place were huge.. amazingly huge, like he have huge swimming pool and huge backyard..&lt;br /&gt;" Jesus.. you're fucking rich!!" I mumble idiotly.&lt;br /&gt;" Yeeahh!!! I am a rich single man!!" He respond proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" By the way, who is she?? I ask as I pointed at an picture of middle aged woman on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;" My ex wife, she passed away long time!" then we talk a bit about life and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got really fucking weird as I found myself half naked laying on the floor, and he was there head stuck at between my thighs tongue fucking my clean-shaven pussy wickedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rrc10tefblI/AAAAAAAAAVg/N42vb_Ug51U/s1600-h/goat_pig_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't help but moan hopelessly.....I feel like been taken advange at. as I struggling trying to shove him off, but.............. it wasn't easy though. like I had no energy at all. I was shaking heavily.. I was so weak that I only able repeatdly moaning..." Oh my........Gud!! I groans , moan wildly as his wicked tongue licking, sucking my clit over and over......... stroking his tongue even deeper inside of me.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rrc1qdefbkI/AAAAAAAAAVY/q4wQ9ARofUI/s1600-h/photoshop_tunick.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095600506976300610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rrc1qdefbkI/AAAAAAAAAVY/q4wQ9ARofUI/s320/photoshop_tunick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing got really wet down there.. fucking wet!! my pussy got all swollen, it's all balloning like fuck !! fucking wet.. fucking weird.&lt;br /&gt;I tilt my hips high......... as he stroke down deep in me..&lt;br /&gt;I was fucking high in extacy as I could hardly draw a single breathe.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't speak a word.. but I try to manage to speak anyway.. and when I did muttered " Fuckk.. me..pleaseee!!!!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rrc_-NefbnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/t03cJs5KpRc/s1600-h/787.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095611841394994802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rrc_-NefbnI/AAAAAAAAAVw/t03cJs5KpRc/s320/787.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped eating my pussy.. " sure babe.. one sec, I'll get myself ready!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me : ................................................(?)&lt;br /&gt;Man: " I need a pump to support my erection!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " .........................(?) ...........................(!) ..............(?!)&lt;br /&gt;I'd eyeballed his member.... it wasn't look like healthy enough to get the deed done, like kind of dead. I was about to get him off but as he assure me as soon as he put that " penis pumps " on his cock.. that he is going to fuck the heaven out of me... I was totally excited.. I nodded excitedly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel empty as he get his naughty tongue off from licking my wet pussy, I feel like kind of falling in love with him already.. I really am.&lt;br /&gt;I was laying alone, playing with my imagination ... Like I miss his already.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't long and He came back with that " penis pump" and starting pumping his cock quickly. within a sec.. his cock got all huge and hard.. just what he has told me that he is going please me with that " long-huge-thick cock"&lt;br /&gt;Man: " give me one sec.. more.................&lt;br /&gt;I can't fucking wait though..........as I shut my eyes up, the thought of how he is going to bang my swollen pussy drove me crazy, like I am going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;I hisses............... sssssssssssssss...shhhhhssssssssssssss................!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after few minutes, I open my eyes. he was there sit on the floor,shoulder drop.. head nearly reach to floor.&lt;br /&gt;Me: " What happen??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turning at me, finger distraughtly pointing at his member... little boy was deadly in the pump covering with its spit. * sigh................!!!&lt;br /&gt;Man: " Sorry baby.. I just can't hold when it cum...............I was totally devastated.&lt;br /&gt;I think I had crying in my sleep, I must cry my eye balls out, as I had notice they are swelling like heck the next morning!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;couldn't get the dream ouf of my head as I off to work, it's tangle so bad like I need someone to consult with about. I went off to my co-worker as she laugh hysterically..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-7603860229587445847?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7603860229587445847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=7603860229587445847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7603860229587445847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7603860229587445847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/08/caucasian-highly-in-demand.html' title='My Super Erotic Night'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RrP_f9efbgI/AAAAAAAAAU4/BNvHp6hVP_Y/s72-c/resize+of+Image3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-2794634100670878991</id><published>2007-07-17T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:46:42.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taurus loves their pillows. And their high-thread-count sheets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sound very ME!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RpzNHfDWBeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/m9GVNMgYkDg/s1600-h/Image(1723).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088167207500121570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RpzNHfDWBeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/m9GVNMgYkDg/s200/Image(1723).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aurus loves their pillows. And their high-thread-count sheets. And their down comforters. And their ultra-soft plush blankets. And their other pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And their top-of-the-line mattress. And the rest of their pillows. Yep, as long as the luxury-loving Bull has a way-above-average place to lay their head, they're sure to sleep soundly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-2794634100670878991?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2794634100670878991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=2794634100670878991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2794634100670878991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2794634100670878991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/07/taurus-loves-their-pillows-and-their.html' title='Taurus loves their pillows. And their high-thread-count sheets.'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RpzNHfDWBeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/m9GVNMgYkDg/s72-c/Image(1723).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-9136427915394772340</id><published>2007-07-10T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T17:07:50.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Gemini and Taurus travel together</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They are often very careful about treading on one another's private space, whether this means spending the days apart and reuniting for dinner or getting separate rooms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RrRAwdefbjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/K3Jxr-fWEmA/s1600-h/Lamai+lady+boxing+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094768279753289266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RrRAwdefbjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/K3Jxr-fWEmA/s320/Lamai+lady+boxing+night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Both of these Signs prefer to travel with a partner, but like to maintain their own feeling of independence. Neither traveler wants to feel completely responsible for the other person's good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taurus will want to take a top-of-the-line vacation, while Gemini will be more concerned with the actual journey rather than the accommodations or the dining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RrRADNefbiI/AAAAAAAAAVI/phynzVZp1Dc/s1600-h/Lamai+pub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094767502364208674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RrRADNefbiI/AAAAAAAAAVI/phynzVZp1Dc/s200/Lamai+pub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Twin, however, is up for just about anything which should make settling on a destination with the sometimes obstinate Bull an easier endeavor. Overall, both partners travel well together, and they have a mutual respect and admiration for culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-9136427915394772340?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/9136427915394772340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=9136427915394772340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/9136427915394772340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/9136427915394772340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-gemini-andtaurus-when-gemini-and.html' title='When Gemini and Taurus travel together'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RrRAwdefbjI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/K3Jxr-fWEmA/s72-c/Lamai+lady+boxing+night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6781151049291535564</id><published>2007-07-07T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:36:18.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Thailand</title><content type='html'>I........... lucky still alive, no cock-choked moment, I definitely got my skilled back on rythm and track. I think I've done an amazing job ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looking fresh-tanned and prettier!! La la la laaaa!!! la la laaa!!&lt;br /&gt;and no shark has found on the beaches but cock, a lot of them hanging around every corner of Samui's beaches O,0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RqYqX9efbfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XkBdqk2UaeU/s1600-h/266571845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090803019916733938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RqYqX9efbfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XkBdqk2UaeU/s320/266571845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one that look amazingly charming that I fancied like crazy and I've sticking along and we're sexing each other from Samui till Bangkok for the whole fucking week ha ha ha :))&lt;br /&gt;I got to run, got to watering myself a little bit, promise will upload some picture here whenever I get a chance..&lt;br /&gt;ciiaaaooo laaaa laaa!!! :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6781151049291535564?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6781151049291535564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6781151049291535564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6781151049291535564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6781151049291535564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-from-thailand.html' title='Back from Thailand'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RqYqX9efbfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XkBdqk2UaeU/s72-c/266571845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6795991870877352354</id><published>2007-06-27T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:52:20.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I survive giving a blow job??</title><content type='html'>Hopefully......... as I haven't got any chance pratice my skill like in forever &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/crappy.gif" /&gt;* sigh!!!&lt;br /&gt;may God bless me as I am going to buy some tools and a friend suggest me get a real stuff, medium size banana and eggplant do the work. I hope so&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/distressed.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me really have do some pratice, I need my blowjob skill updated before heading off to Thailand this Friday evening!! Yuuhuuiiii........ Can't wait get my cat bite off in Samui beach ..lol!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/horny.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/07n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOPEFULLY NO SHARK Beaches, Only Sunny day, No shoes require, Only flip-flop and sarong!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/chipper.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/jawsmovie.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is going to be perfect trip, Get tanned, Sleep a lots, Sex a lots , There's gonna be a lots of Food and boozes..&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/chipper.gif" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/chipper.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuuhuuiii..It's summer time, Paaaaeerrttyy time!! La la lalaaa... ha ha ha ha!!&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/chipper.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6795991870877352354?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6795991870877352354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6795991870877352354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6795991870877352354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6795991870877352354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/06/could-i-survive-giving-blow-job.html' title='Could I survive giving a blow job??'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6045539396192281143</id><published>2007-06-25T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:59:30.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many options, so little time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Will update this blog later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RpOeamvI30I/AAAAAAAAATg/4iIn8oDNxho/s1600-h/S8000178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085582584143470402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RpOeamvI30I/AAAAAAAAATg/4iIn8oDNxho/s320/S8000178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dinner with Anita baby @ Amici Wanchai&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6045539396192281143?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6045539396192281143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6045539396192281143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6045539396192281143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6045539396192281143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-many-options-so-little-time.html' title='So many options, so little time!'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RpOeamvI30I/AAAAAAAAATg/4iIn8oDNxho/s72-c/S8000178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-513805244041594140</id><published>2007-06-08T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:08:39.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you sexually mad??!!!</title><content type='html'>Kinda...&lt;br /&gt;especially after couple of drinks thing gotta really honestly after all.&lt;br /&gt;Like I would pick up 3 guys got every holes stuffed, if I could then I would.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is greedy.. but I told the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went out with girls and one of my guy friend..&lt;br /&gt;I was drunk after few glass of cosmopolitan and magic..&lt;br /&gt;Life is hard as a single, horny and drunk sound bitter but I will survive anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fN1dPtEph2U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fN1dPtEph2U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemini,You're never hotter than when those mental wheels are turning at top speed -- smart just looks undeniably sexy, especially on you. Test out your latest, greatest ideas and musings on some new, great people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new great people sound amazing, must cause lots of surprise!!&lt;br /&gt;but these days I am not up to any kind of surprise.. like I rather stick with an old stuff that I already knew it could work me a spark, Like I'd trying my luck last night in DB ughhh I got no answer!!*sigh!!&lt;br /&gt;no doubt it was 3am in the morning *sigh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-513805244041594140?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/513805244041594140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=513805244041594140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/513805244041594140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/513805244041594140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/06/are-you-sexually-mad.html' title='Are you sexually mad??!!!'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-8516154378476502575</id><published>2007-06-08T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:20:36.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed out?? Relax with EXTRAVAGANZA !! Stress buster!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjbH6RI-lZU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjbH6RI-lZU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_bZ1p76p9Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_bZ1p76p9Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-8516154378476502575?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8516154378476502575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=8516154378476502575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8516154378476502575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8516154378476502575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/06/stressed-out-relax-with-extravaganza.html' title='Stressed out?? Relax with EXTRAVAGANZA !! Stress buster!!'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-4632861526284165986</id><published>2007-06-08T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:24:52.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An letter from Mary Nick</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I logon my Yahoo today, there are like 500 something emails in my inbox. here is one email that I feel interested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;that I might give this woman a shout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dear Sir,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am 25years old, I got your contact through a family friend when I was searching for a foreign investor to present as the next of kin to  my late husband.I lost my husband after one year of marriage.,he is a British citizen, he has a small scale mining company at Obusi a village here at Ghana.when he was in the hospital he told me of  50 kilo of gold deposited with gateway insurance company and also 6 million US dollars in a metallic box which he deposited as an art gallery with the same insurance company.After his death I  tryed  to claim his money and property but it has been very difficult for me  I have been advice to get in touch with any of his relation but I have not been able to get in touch with any of his relation due to the fact that I have not travel to his country before becuse our marriage was not official,. I promise the manager of Gateway Insurance company that I will get his relation to enable me make the claim.Since his death the company has been close down and his workers were not paid for three months during his illness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Presently I want to work with you as the next of kin to my late husband hence I have all the necessary document to claim his property and the money to avoid the company from confiscating the fund and the gold dust. My aim and objective of making this arrangement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;1) So as to pay the workers their three months salary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;2) To start up with life again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3) To avoid the company from confiscating the gold dust and fund.As soon as we claim the money and the gold dust 15% of what  we recover will be given to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I will also supply you with all necessary document which might be needed during this process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Looking forward for your reply after which I will give you the detail of our procedures towards the success of this claim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;For any important information which might be required by you kindly contact me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Thanks Yours Sincerely Mary Nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-4632861526284165986?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4632861526284165986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=4632861526284165986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4632861526284165986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4632861526284165986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/06/letter-from-mary-nick.html' title='An letter from Mary Nick'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5270814910458558273</id><published>2007-06-03T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:08:23.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.. JUNGLE!!</title><content type='html'>5pm after work, I hit off to gym, Me getting really fat now..&lt;br /&gt;I need to watch out my food and exercise.. attending to gym pretty seriously lately.........&lt;br /&gt;my favorite is Cross trainer, resisstance equipment!!&lt;br /&gt;7:30pm, A woman in changing room in the fitness centre showing off her fuckin hairy cake and shaggy boobs while blow dry her hair.. she just use an very small face towel covering her shoulder as it was the most important area that she have to covering at.&lt;br /&gt;She was like " Wow........... I am open minded!!&lt;br /&gt;I was like " Wow... She is fucking open minded!!&lt;br /&gt;Some other girls put the same expresion in their faces " Wow........ FUCKING JUNGLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RmL-XPJbs1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/shzbTEOawKk/s1600-h/180px-L%2527Origine_du_monde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071895805529142098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RmL-XPJbs1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/shzbTEOawKk/s320/180px-L%2527Origine_du_monde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swear to the Lord, guys actually got lost in her jungle if they trying to find a clit to lick.&lt;br /&gt;every dare to go eating up worse guys might choke till death.. she has lots of hair, that kind of hairy her cake was and beside that horrible cake, she also has that white-shaggy butt.. with a lot of pimples on it and she give no damn about cover it up. I wonder why she do that * sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't barely hold my head high..stare at her naked body, well.. I couldn't be bother if she have her hairy fuckin cake cover up a little bit..&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be bother any really...... the total view makes me kind of sick!! especially when I staring in the mirror.. all I can see is her naked butt!! that's makes me sick like fuck!!! YUCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually think about she must be something sick in her head.. like she spending the whole evening drying her " kind of thin head hair "&lt;br /&gt;I can tell that she is kind of over pride about her posture and shit..&lt;br /&gt;She was like " Look at me.. I am sexy mama......... I know how to get attention I wanna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeaaah.... she got all the girls attention at her cake... that's HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think she must be crazy.... I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a minute before I off to shower, I saw her busy with hair dryer and stuff.. and when I done showering.. she was still there.. busily still with her hair and the dryer.........&lt;br /&gt;it was no long when she done with her hair.. she has that hair dryer point at her fuckin hairy cake!! it was horrible................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold my breathes.. ... Eewwwhhh...!!!&lt;br /&gt;Every girls there hold their breathes............................EWWWWHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't barely look at her, I mean I can't barely look at her CAKE!!! I wonder if she need comb to help... genital hair never look sleek though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I stand next to her.. trying to blow dry my long-curly hair... it's took me 2 minutes before I give up, I rather tie my wet hair than using that fucking blow dryer to dry my hair..&lt;br /&gt;this is one of many reason why I shaved my cake................ as I only need 5 second towel it dry..........................................................!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's save me time besides I don't have to worries about pussy's hair stuck in guy's throat and choke them die............!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5270814910458558273?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5270814910458558273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5270814910458558273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5270814910458558273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5270814910458558273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-sunday.html' title='Wow.. JUNGLE!!'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RmL-XPJbs1I/AAAAAAAAATQ/shzbTEOawKk/s72-c/180px-L%2527Origine_du_monde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6294671276212541390</id><published>2007-06-01T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:01:57.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy friday@Office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RmA8cfJbs0I/AAAAAAAAATI/PwOrJAD8VY8/s1600-h/Image(2228).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071119640514245442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RmA8cfJbs0I/AAAAAAAAATI/PwOrJAD8VY8/s320/Image(2228).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loan shark seduction....&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/horny.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6294671276212541390?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6294671276212541390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6294671276212541390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6294671276212541390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6294671276212541390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fridayoffice.html' title='Happy friday@Office'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RmA8cfJbs0I/AAAAAAAAATI/PwOrJAD8VY8/s72-c/Image(2228).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5696309412566506156</id><published>2007-06-01T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T01:20:18.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opps I did it again, I shaving my cat, got slip in the hands..</title><content type='html'>IT'S NOT MY HAIRY NOSE..I don't shave my nose..it's hairy sometime but never bother me enough to shave it every bidaily...&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MY HAIRY FUCKIN CAT!!! it was hairy like normal girl couldn't have their clit find if they have a normal size of clits.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rl7-4vJbszI/AAAAAAAAATA/_rH_LtZ9rgw/s1600-h/42-16767290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070770481147917106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rl7-4vJbszI/AAAAAAAAATA/_rH_LtZ9rgw/s320/42-16767290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.. but you still can find mine anyway.. as I own a pretty huge clit and it somehow wasn't a good sign.. as I happened nearly cut my clit off while in hurry shaving my cat!!! this is happened several times. I don't know if one day I can't help if I have to say BYe bye to my huge button... magic button!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when taking shower..  " Oh baby.. baby...let's having shave, you bloody hairy stuff !!"&lt;br /&gt;I should to know to stop myself.. as my hands shaking badly when I started with shaving foam...&lt;br /&gt;I should to know.. there's a bad signal..&lt;br /&gt;I should to know that I was hungry and should have dinner first before jump in to the bathroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was too late when blood couldn't stop dripping of my pubic..&lt;br /&gt;it scared me die...&lt;br /&gt;Ouucchhh.. I think I am in trouble... that I nearly bleeding almost die!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no kidding..........last time I nearly cut a chuck of my clit off!! this time I almost cut off the whole pubic area.. that was horrible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's bleeding badly.. that I even have my mom help me to pressing my cat to stop it bleeding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to thank God........... that I still alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank God ............that I didn't cut my cat dead... she still kicking alive though..&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank God............. that I didn't cutt my butthole off, it might a small cuts there but no bleeding like shit though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this lesson tell me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" DO NOT SHAVE YOUR CAT/SNAKE/DOG/ ANYTHING THAT HAIRY... WHEN YOU'RE IN HURRY "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5696309412566506156?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5696309412566506156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5696309412566506156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5696309412566506156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5696309412566506156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/06/opps-i-did-it-again-i-shaving-my-cat.html' title='Opps I did it again, I shaving my cat, got slip in the hands..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rl7-4vJbszI/AAAAAAAAATA/_rH_LtZ9rgw/s72-c/42-16767290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5647049422507276435</id><published>2007-05-30T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:43:22.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby 12 yrs old birhday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rl76GPJbsyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/sSa5b67JRnc/s1600-h/S8000168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070765215518012194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rl76GPJbsyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/sSa5b67JRnc/s200/S8000168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steven birthday today........&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arranged a small party at home, birthday cake.. mom's cooking, red pocket and stuffs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God... he almost as tall as I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He end up watching Spiderman 3 on his own in cinema... as I work my fat ass in fitness centre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaahhh.......my little man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he grow with all the gentleman kindness .. amenn &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/indescribable.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5647049422507276435?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5647049422507276435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5647049422507276435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5647049422507276435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5647049422507276435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-baby-12-yrs-old-birhday.html' title='My baby 12 yrs old birhday'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Rl76GPJbsyI/AAAAAAAAAS4/sSa5b67JRnc/s72-c/S8000168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5173807914082239487</id><published>2007-05-29T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:23:45.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom and baby Abby</title><content type='html'>Abby having good time, napping in grandmom's thights on my bed........&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlxNjvJbswI/AAAAAAAAASo/cz2Z31fM9gM/s1600-h/S8000148.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070012556859126530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlxNjvJbswI/AAAAAAAAASo/cz2Z31fM9gM/s320/S8000148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom always excited cocooned Abby like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlxMQfJbsvI/AAAAAAAAASg/dcddE-G5GjI/s1600-h/S8000158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070011126635016946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlxMQfJbsvI/AAAAAAAAASg/dcddE-G5GjI/s320/S8000158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 weeks old Abby look exactly like an chrysalis!!!!!!!! super cute :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5173807914082239487?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5173807914082239487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5173807914082239487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5173807914082239487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5173807914082239487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-mom.html' title='My mom and baby Abby'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlxNjvJbswI/AAAAAAAAASo/cz2Z31fM9gM/s72-c/S8000148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-7981566464634885952</id><published>2007-05-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:14:16.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls bitching about fucking feeling today...</title><content type='html'>Saturday noon after work.. I arrange a beer, pizza and salad in Innside out beer garden, me and girls got super bitchy about men, socks and cocks as we decided to made our way to an huge sex toys shop in La foret plaza in Causeway bay..&lt;br /&gt;it was lovely.. everything in that shop come in pretty huge size and a stuff that able to move screwing like this made girl go all  ga-ga...&lt;br /&gt;" Oooh my god..... what it feel like if I slide this size of dildo in my cat??!!"&lt;br /&gt;everybody got the same thought pattern I bet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/myspace/didlolt0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls keep saying " PURRFECTTOooooo!!!"" imagine what size of dildo that could fit our kitty perfectly!!&lt;br /&gt;But toys there are hell expensive though we have to save a little bit until next paid date..&lt;br /&gt;like we have to called off shop around in clothes, bag and shoes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the sexy shop.. we drop to Innside out beer garden..&lt;br /&gt;There are Shella, next to Yanti, Ivy number 1 wearing cap.. Siti stick her tongue out. and me behind the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlxQyvJbsxI/AAAAAAAAASw/e2ambeHmL-U/s1600-h/S8000156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070016113092047634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlxQyvJbsxI/AAAAAAAAASw/e2ambeHmL-U/s320/S8000156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's super delicious pizza, my favorite is Black olive, tomatoes and mushroom.. with a lot of Tabasco sauce.. super HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downing one pint of chilled draugh Horgadeen..&lt;br /&gt;life just feel like in heaven..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moaning about how loved up our life was... next time we get our salary..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-7981566464634885952?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7981566464634885952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=7981566464634885952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7981566464634885952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7981566464634885952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/05/girls-bitching-about-fucking-feeling.html' title='Girls bitching about fucking feeling today...'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlxQyvJbsxI/AAAAAAAAASw/e2ambeHmL-U/s72-c/S8000156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-8216888860598149228</id><published>2007-05-25T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:46:30.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 blessed and fabulous</title><content type='html'>23 of May.. my fabulous year ever..!!&lt;br /&gt;I had my mom cook me super dinner.. it has been long time since my birthday back to 15 years ago in Borneo when I was 15 years old..&lt;br /&gt;I had my sister, Ben and their baby ... my first niece Abby :D&lt;br /&gt;I had a bunch of girls dinner and drink in the LKF. Green mango salad in the Coco Curry restaurant again..fried dried mutton..&lt;br /&gt;and I had a sweet guy gave me this kind of cute gift :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlcIXvJbstI/AAAAAAAAASQ/C9wxeAQ8RDg/s1600-h/Image(2209).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068529109514826450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlcIXvJbstI/AAAAAAAAASQ/C9wxeAQ8RDg/s320/Image(2209).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still a lots of wishes..from those care about me!!&lt;br /&gt;I had a very good night in DB... someone nursing my butthole curiousity seriuosly.. I feel like a princess. still I worried about me spraying him shit :D&lt;br /&gt;an sbrief un-bathing on DB beach.. beer and beach!!&lt;br /&gt;and a short meeting with Anna in iCaramba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 years old.. like I am such blessed....&lt;br /&gt;but there's one or two person that I missed..&lt;br /&gt;it's not like I've been forgotten I hope...&lt;br /&gt;It's maybe they were just no idea about what's going on 23 of May.... doesn't matter though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's one person that I used to hang out with but seemed she is no longer in same boat with me..&lt;br /&gt;next wednesday.. it's my baby boy going to be his 12.. birthday..I am blessed enough though......... hopefully I could do something joyfully for my little man perhaps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today..&lt;br /&gt;I had Mbak Santi , my senior at work who is I respect much, she got that intellegent that made me mad in respect about . come over visit and brought me this beautiful birthday cake,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlcIcvJbsuI/AAAAAAAAASY/BOZBkkrv050/s1600-h/Image(2207).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068529195414172386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlcIcvJbsuI/AAAAAAAAASY/BOZBkkrv050/s320/Image(2207).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.........she made me blushing and jumping then giggling like a teenager..&lt;br /&gt;everybody wish me more Papa's to come..and miggle..&lt;br /&gt;They said: " Heck..You're 30 and single.. those guys better beware!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to Chinese.. 30 something women do fuck like an starving tiger........... !!!&lt;br /&gt;Rooaoaaaarrrrrrrrrr.............. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD.......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-8216888860598149228?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8216888860598149228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=8216888860598149228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8216888860598149228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8216888860598149228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/05/30-blessed-and-fabulous.html' title='30 blessed and fabulous'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlcIXvJbstI/AAAAAAAAASQ/C9wxeAQ8RDg/s72-c/Image(2209).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-4324122508891951015</id><published>2007-05-23T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T17:50:13.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City summer young dick</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;8:45am, Monday morning, on my way walking my hungover ass to my office. it was when I spot a very cute teenager, a very cute caucasian teenager.. like 14 years old him has that magnetic thing that strong enough to get all my ears and eyes at him, Well..he has that adoreable blond hair, wearing that red football things.. carrying a breakfast bag from Mcdonald, and he has that nice legs that could kicking hard while playing soccer thing.. very cute though. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cute boy just staring at some stuff in front of newspaper stand. like he got totally stoned about those magazines display in there. I wonder what makes this young man such in the mood.. I guess he must be know some chinese, as I know it's a local magazines stand.. everything there writte in CHINESE.. no English.. no Arabic.. no Turkish, French or Spanish..no Bahasa, Complicated Chinese character :D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know this is like pretty discriminated as they sell Only CHINESE no FOREIGNER thing. pretty sad though. but you still can enjoy the picture anyway.. I can be happy goggling at the fashion magazine even writte in French as well... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back at the boy, it such amazing view, I mean kind of bizzare having a white boy looked damn serious, staring excitedly for hours..seemed he is about deciding which magazine he is going to pick up to home.. like he know reading Chinese.. err maybe he does.. as myself I am not really good reading Chinese but somehow I do enjoying goggling at local Chinese magazines.. I attention more about the picture in it than the writting there. so never mind.. somehow the picture telling all.. picture telling more than the words.. and I can tell what the stories behind, I am no kidding. so I think it doesn't matter what language it was as long as the magazine provide lot of picture.. people still can enjoying magazine thing... it always interesting though. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in this young man case.. it's good he starting with magazines first, I am sure in no mean time he growing a good reading habit though, it wasn't easy leading young in reading habit. book always bore.. but magazine could be a good start anyway. no matter what kind of magazine it always cool notice a young having fun with them.. look like they are going to be a intellectual group when they grow adult. I always give my 12 years old huge support when he ask me out to the book store.. I gave him a buck for book that he fancied, no kidding!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend quite a lot on book and reading stuff.. anything that I fancies to read.. I used to knowledge is the key.. I wanted to live like a intellectual.. reading is a must though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the boy again..it took me only 5 minutes passing at the boy but feel like I had spend an hour to observing him just wondering which magazine he is about to getting home with him. I don't give a damn shit when I passing by.. well he goggling at a bunch of ASIAN PORN MAg......... awwhh....he must be a GOOD person..this boy is absolutely no discriminated over the Asian, there's must be something Asian culture getting in his vein. He love ASIAN.. that's why he is here I think.. and I bet his family fancies Asian as well as he does... that why they are here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:50am.. I arrived in the office, greet everyone nicely.. I kind of surprised myself and folks in the office.. It's weird that I am no late, I kind of proud about woke up early morning, it's amazing I arrived on time after too many boozes on Sunday afternoon drink in Handlebar in Wan chai area... where I met Jon and his mad dog group, you know that kind of guys hangout with their motorcycle bitches, wearing a lot of leather, tatto and stuffs.. and he introduce a very young 23 years old Tom to me.. LOVELY!!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/horny.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story left behind in the handlebar toilet... what was happened.. what is the truth......&lt;br /&gt;I know lot of people wanted to know the truth what I had done in there... promise will write when I have 2 minutes to spare here............... My birthday today... happy birthday to me.. yay!!! happy genius 30.. * wink!!!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/hungry.gif" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-4324122508891951015?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4324122508891951015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=4324122508891951015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4324122508891951015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4324122508891951015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/05/city-summer-dick.html' title='City summer young dick'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-2432261049506560769</id><published>2007-05-18T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T23:57:46.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 30</title><content type='html'>God.. still one weeek to go until my birthday.. I am about 30 soon,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it somehow made me paranoid with the thought that I maybe look very .. sour, fucking  bitter and old.. It's kinda scares me.. ........ hence I done a lots of self-documentary.&lt;br /&gt;Getting 30 is scary.. it's weid to tell people how old I am.. when they asking my age.. however,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlbwZPJbssI/AAAAAAAAASI/qidL8z2VQ3k/s1600-h/Image(2203).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068502747005563586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlbwZPJbssI/AAAAAAAAASI/qidL8z2VQ3k/s320/Image(2203).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am looking kinda hot though.. specially when I squat and pee..&lt;br /&gt;look at my booty.. smooth and pimples FREE!! Yayyy....&lt;br /&gt;I love my booty more.. love getting a special treatment.............I love my butt........... specially my butt hole!! it's love pressure............special pressure!!  I mean special pleasure!!&lt;br /&gt;I also thinking there's can be a lot of folks jealous about my 30 something virgin hot butt.. who doesn't envy anyway??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this picture taken last wednesday in the toilet during wee-wee break in cinema back to last wednesday.. Spiderman 3 in IFC Central. everthing there that night are FREE!! except.. sex no FREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's couple of FREE thing that impressed me sooooooooo much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Free movie ~ Spiderman 3.. pretty cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Free dinner in Coco curry Thai restaurant... love the green mango salad and stirr-fry morning glory.. yumm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Free drink in The Cavern bar... awwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhh!! drunk.. hangover!!&lt;br /&gt;I end up throwing up in the bathtube of mine as the next morning still I can see morning glory and green mangoe salad swimming in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank's to Chicka babe....and her darling :D  thank's many thank's to Gawain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-2432261049506560769?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2432261049506560769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=2432261049506560769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2432261049506560769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2432261049506560769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/05/almost-30.html' title='Almost 30'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RlbwZPJbssI/AAAAAAAAASI/qidL8z2VQ3k/s72-c/Image(2203).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6487398444318695509</id><published>2007-05-14T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T23:08:56.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My niece.. had a super thick hair!!</title><content type='html'>Yay.. my sister gave birth to a baby girl on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;My weekend is all about my sister and her new born. saturday was woke up middle of night poor sister couldn't moan and groan.. about her baby bump , like she is about to give birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4am, Mother and Ben drive her to hospital while I went back to bed, play a little bit with my cat before sleep a little sleep :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7am, Me got to work early morning :D&lt;br /&gt;Office hours finish at 1pm, it's a pefect time for pizza and beer while moaning about office life.&lt;br /&gt;After too many beerd, I got a little buzz when I arrived in the hospital.. just to found out that my sister all grumpy and her baby still stuck in her belly.. GOSH!!!  she is swearing like " #@!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can understand though.. they're sruck in the hospital since 5am this morning, no wonder if her mood cranky like #@#@#@@!!!!~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost 4pm when I pick up my mom from hospital to home!!&lt;br /&gt;back ack.. get the f**kin house clean, the whole fuckin house I mean.. I made  everything clean like fucking heaven. I no kidding.. I nearly broke my back and neck doing all the housework after all I feel damn glad, I think my sister will cry if she know what I've done at home while she is away.&lt;br /&gt;back to hospital at 6pm in the evening but my sister hasn't gave birth yet @@.&lt;br /&gt;me and mom stay pretty late in hospital. while her husband staying up there for 20 hours.. finally baby born in this crazy world at 11pm... gosh........................ everybody in joy!! Folks in Jakarta couldn't stop bitching about this new born :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;went to work early Sunday morning.. work like fuckin bitch started 8:30am.. nonstop until 5:30pm. no time for fuckin food, no chance for fuckin  drink.... even no time to breathe.. very mess.. super hectic!!&lt;br /&gt;even my period suddenly came.. I was all bleeding and one of my costumer notice that blood dripping all over my left leg.. I can give a damn care though.. I keep working and working and blood even dripping on the floor... I still give no damn...... God, I was super busy that not even have time to replacing my tampon * yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6pm arrived in hospital.. visit my new born niece.. she is totaly adoreable.. she had that hell thick of hair..... imagine dragon ball, that kind of thck hair she have.  :D&lt;br /&gt;8pm off to dinner with mom and Cindy.. the food taste like shit * sigh............ sucked!!&lt;br /&gt;Monday.........working like bitch again..I told my supervisor to block all the incoming call unless it's from people that I deal business with. I made a fucking good deal at work today... and I can say I feel fucking proud about myself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at home.. me ironing a ton of clothes for the whole weekday.. hand washing a ton of underwears.. Now... I think I already dead @@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6487398444318695509?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6487398444318695509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6487398444318695509&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6487398444318695509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6487398444318695509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-niece-had-super-thick-hair.html' title='My niece.. had a super thick hair!!'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-8962675718807604869</id><published>2007-05-11T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T01:12:00.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you dating the right fucker??</title><content type='html'>I know..I did.. especially when I staring at my mobile like paranoid waiting that fucking calls!! and make an genius excuse for there's no incoming call " amnesia problem.." or make brilliant complain through telecom company.. and never made on time at work.. because I had no sleep almost all night long thinking where the fuck that fucker at....&lt;br /&gt;Somehow..I sleep less than 4 hours every night.. I fucked up the whole night!! missed the bus and heck.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/myspace/29068oh0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the whole office put me on bet.. that I'll never get to work on time............... FUCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-8962675718807604869?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8962675718807604869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=8962675718807604869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8962675718807604869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8962675718807604869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/05/are-you-dating-right-fucker.html' title='Are you dating the right fucker??'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-7244161630836504789</id><published>2007-05-10T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:34:47.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish meet real fuckers with whom I really click :D</title><content type='html'>Holy cow.. Me 29 years going to be 30 soon.. still 2 weeks to go until 23rd of May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered when I was a little girl..I can't wait to be at 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I can't wait to get 20... now I can't wait till 30 :D&lt;br /&gt;I feel exciting, it's feel like damn sexy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalls back when I was young at my teens, I wasn't a sexy and there's no smart teenager at all.&lt;br /&gt;but I getting better when I was at earlier 20 and even bertter when I getting older.. everything looked in a brilliant way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just tooo happy become 30.. brilliant.. I feel brilliantly smart and seriously sexy :D&lt;br /&gt;I wish get my sexy ass travel to somewhere sexy....all white sand beaches.. turquoise blue water...Sunglasses, hat, sarong , then imagine this perfect romance.. me having a pretty cock that always laying next to me... always standing next to me.... getting hot and hard for me..always lusting after me.. looking after my kitty.... always up to humping me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've booked a birthday getaway to Thailand on my birth date.... there's only me and another girl in a group.. but me and her wasn't click at all.. she is not the type that I used to hang out with.. she wasn't that " intellegent " kind of laid-back folks.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine if I have to spend a whole day with her.. no dare to imagine having this girl sticking around day and night for the whole fucking week..&lt;br /&gt;I might will commit suicide... I am no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;ask everyone that know her.......... she is scary to be having fun with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case I failled to persuade one or two fucker interesting join on my party.. then think I am going to call it off * sigh... :(&lt;br /&gt;sooooooooooooo sad * double sigh..................... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrghhhh....................I'll have at leat 2 days off.. my birthday plan is staying at home playing PS2 days and nights!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday wish: "  meet real fuckers with whom I really click "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resident evil.......... here I come &lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005ME6N.01.THUMBZZZ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-7244161630836504789?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7244161630836504789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=7244161630836504789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7244161630836504789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7244161630836504789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wish-meet-real-fuckers-with-whom-i.html' title='I wish meet real fuckers with whom I really click :D'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-7052102294272242315</id><published>2007-05-05T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T13:04:51.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining outside...</title><content type='html'>I hate raining.. it such a messed, I feel uneasy, hate umbrella...arrghhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And I feel horny as hell, it has been long time since the last time I get sexy :(&lt;br /&gt;it has been long time since my mom arrived in.... arrghhhhh.. I need my own space.. arrghhhh I kind of hate this!!&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like I am going to live a celibate life again... arrghhhh!! remembered I had 3 months boring-celibate life, back to 16 months ago in Jakarta. I was terrible person that I have to make an excuse get off to swimming pool every couple of days in a week... just to found I excitedly masturbating myself in the shower room after a very quick swim ... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my sister said that I act no wild.. I have no boozing, no night out.. I get home as soon as I off from office. even my bedroom and bathroom are tidy like freak's, it's not like she is going to notice my " toys" and half empty lubricant are likely messed on my bed..&lt;br /&gt;" it's strange!! " she said that she hasn't saw any lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh Well, I think it because my mom bouncing around.. I don't want she think weird about me.&lt;br /&gt;I even have no dare staring or touching my toys... let alone the idea playing with them... , I locked them in the very safe place.. that still bothering me bad and made me feel super stresseed.. I worried that my mom accidently find them... or maybe its suddenly buzzing by itself.. who knows many stuffs switch on by itself.&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I took shower.. I had an urges took them play along with me in the bathroom but the thought of the buzz of my toys might get my mom knock my bathroom door totally turn my libido off to hell.. arghhh,, I might just become frigid myself soon * sigh.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as I mention before my mom is about stay at least 3 months in HK.. that mean at least 3 months celibate life for me........... it's good if I can only ignoring my human needs without having to worry what if I can get my passion back??&lt;br /&gt;what if after 3 months?? I might have to dealing with frigidnity.. arrghhh ..Kau Meng Aaahh!!! :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-7052102294272242315?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/7052102294272242315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=7052102294272242315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7052102294272242315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/7052102294272242315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-raining-outside.html' title='It&apos;s raining outside...'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5716438485018968987</id><published>2007-05-01T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:49:45.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2am, Now I can't back to sleep.. I can't fucking sleep now... what the fuck if I have to work tomorrow morning?"</title><content type='html'>Last night I experience about dying, like I had heart attcked.. I am no kidding!! I almost die..really nearly die. I don't really care about dying, I mean if it was only me, I don't give a damn care. there's another person in my bed, my mom sharing my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom sleep next to me, we were asleep.. we were sleep a very very.. super deep sleep when my cell phone suddenly ring like hell, I jerking off from my bed hand reaching the table where my mobile screaming baby's laugh ring tone like sending thunderbolt jolt and I got the feeling like my heart beats no rhythmic.&lt;br /&gt;Me shivering and annoyed, shit who is that grandmotherfucker calling in this fucking middle of night .. it was exactly 2:30am.&lt;br /&gt;Me totally wake up..&lt;br /&gt;I mumbling over the phone " Hello??"&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is on the line?? I thought that pretty cock call in, but it was someone's husband, Heck!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: " What's up??"&lt;br /&gt;Someone's husband: " Is xxx with you??&lt;br /&gt;Me: " No..&lt;br /&gt;Someone's husband: " I can't find her and she told that she is out with you!"&lt;br /&gt;Me:" No.. I mean fucking no!!"&lt;br /&gt;Someone's husband: " Really?? Can you ask her to call?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Listen........... I said fucking no!! what fucking time is now?" I hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me trying back to sleep and hardly to breathes, my mom also woke up and notice I was shaking like idiot, my mom help me with a glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;She asking who is the guy call in the middle of night, I said someone's husband.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: " I thought your boyfriend!" then she off to living room, lay down on couch. poor mom !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 20 minutes I still can't get the tensions off!! I got fucking needy, I suddenly need to TALK!!!&lt;br /&gt;ooh yeaahh.. I call back someone's husband, I need to vent out my fucking feelings. no surprise he answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Now I can't fucking sleep!!"&lt;br /&gt;Someone's husband: " Sorry for disturbing. I worried about her!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Listen, I haven't seeing your fucking wife for couple of day and We working in different branches. it's not like that I am going to hang out with her all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's husband: "but didn't the two of you off to beach last Thrusday?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Yeaahhh.. damned true and it was back to couple days ago and it was a group of us not only me and her and I wasn't see her all the times and never hungout till this fucking late like 3am, besides I have a ton of friends, family and boyfriend to share life with. what would you do if a guy call in your wife middle of night?&lt;br /&gt;Someone's husband: " But.. xxx... she told that she is out with you!!&lt;br /&gt;Me:" FUCKIN NO!!! IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHERE THE FUCK I'VE BEEN.. I CAN TELL YOU THE TRUTH, ME AND A GIRL FRIEND NAME ANITA, THE TWO OF US ARE HAVING DRINK AND DINNER IN DELANEY'S BAR IN TSIM TSA TSUI. AND TODAY I GOT LOT OF SHIT TO DO AT WORK, I HAVEN'T SPOKE TO YOUR WIFE. I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA WHERE THE FUCK SHE IS AT.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's husband: " sorry..&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Now I can't back to sleep.. I can't fucking sleep now... what the fuck if I have to work tomorrow morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung up........ texting to his wife " where the fuck are you?!!&lt;br /&gt;turn off my cell phone cursing that motherfucker to hell for half hour before fallen asleep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should he feel ashamed about his behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;I will not brash like this if he never called to my cell phone whenever his wife hasn't return home by 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recalls 2 weeks ago on Thrusday night 11pm, he call in checking for his wife, which I replied politely that I had no idea. * I really no idea.. I swear to the fucking God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two day, me and folks from work get on Saturday night happy hour, I left by 8pm when xxx and folks continue drinking. I don't fucking care what time they gonna be home.. not my fucking business though. ( the next day I heard they were off to lesbian bar.. vice-versa!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Saturday night, I was expect hear from Mr. pretty cock ( Mr.Pretty cock called the other night saying he just reach home it's about 1:30am.) I text back asking how is the boys night out was and I ask if he fancies to fuck me up later in the evening. but I got no respond from 9am until 10pm. that made me fucking mad and I end up turn off my cell phone and sim card down in the toilet. I went to bed fucking early that saturday night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next Sunday morning I was freaking out someone's husband break into my voice mail box and leave a ton of bullshit about where the fuck his wife at. and he call in hundred thousand time. I keep deleting without even listening one of his bullshit word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why is no word from Mr.pretty cock, probably no space in my voice mail box because someone's husband talk too much shit.. !!! and what happened to xxx??&lt;br /&gt;she got to her husband at 3am after too many red wine in the lesbian bar, the next day she called and said she got several bruise on legs and arms.. and an swelling head.... what a couple huh!!! They were fight like Mr and Mrs.Smith........ I no kidding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no fucking idea how he got my fucking number.. and why she use my name......!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone could advice what should I respond next time someone's husband call in again??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5716438485018968987?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5716438485018968987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5716438485018968987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5716438485018968987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5716438485018968987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/05/2am.html' title='2am, Now I can&apos;t back to sleep.. I can&apos;t fucking sleep now... what the fuck if I have to work tomorrow morning?&quot;'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-4442568888837868851</id><published>2007-04-30T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T17:46:24.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Silly..................</title><content type='html'>7:30pm Off to dinner with Birthday girl in the Delaney's in Tsim Sha Tsui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deary girl " Anita" birthday again. This is the third birthday since I know her. Remembered the first time she wrote me email through friendster.com back to three years ago.&lt;br /&gt;It was funnny email and when I checking at her profile, I get super envy over her slim figure " Damn.. she looked damn good in that bikini !! Damned!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wrote in amazing friendly.. lively and funny!! Acctually it was kind of flirtting.. and hot !!&lt;br /&gt;We wrote to each other like for a month before we decided to hang out at Fong bar in LKF.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that I got all excited and hell nervous, as I though Anita sound like one of funny, funky..brainy lesbian. The intellectual kind. I used to have phantasies in my head, as the one is an Intellectual seduction either by man or woman.&lt;br /&gt;I adore smart folks and most of the time I can't help the urges to get them wandering in my pant.. Intellectual folks rock in the bed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imagination about what if.. what if, what if.. what if she want me in the bed.. and what if I fancy the idea too!!&lt;br /&gt;I messed up.. my brain.. the imagination keep playing in my head!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scared of myself..that I think, I might end up sleeping with her if she tease!! actually it's not her, it's me!! and Anita was that kind of smart type. and I keep thinking about what if she trying to pull me in the bed, how it would feel like sleeping with a girl like her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of freak out though, so I ask one of my girl friend to give me company as Anita totally different comparing to the local stupid- bitchy girls. she is no bitchy, no racist... it was fun that folks in her group just as cool as crazy as her!!!&lt;br /&gt;We hit off to the dance floor.. we hit off every moment, whenever we were gathering in together either in a big group or just the two partie of us.. it always a big fun !!!&lt;br /&gt;we share laughs and cries, we talks, we walks, we dance, we swear like a bitch!! sometime clever, sometime stupid..we pray for our cats and dogs.... we wish the best for each other!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh..hardly to believe if internet friendship could be like this...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy birthday silly...!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S many thank's to the handsome boss for taking care of the bills, You're appreciated..&lt;br /&gt;I damn appreciated good bye kiss moment though.. &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/horny.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-4442568888837868851?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4442568888837868851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=4442568888837868851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4442568888837868851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4442568888837868851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-after-work.html' title='Happy birthday Silly..................'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-8261240847089922161</id><published>2007-04-29T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T00:36:18.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom just arrived iin HK airport</title><content type='html'>She is gonna stay in HK for three months and I have to behaving really " GOOD " * sigh &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/intimidated.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gud, life already hard enough, every then and now I'll having mama keep eyes every on my moves ...Kau Meeng aaaahhhh  *sigh&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/nervous.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine what is the GOOD of me would like...................SUPER BORE * sigh&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/worried.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: " Let's go to the church this Saturday..!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Mom, I have to work this Saturday!!"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: " Allright, then we get on Sunday !!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Oh dear... I hate to spoil your mood but I have to work on Sunday either!!"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: " Heck!!! Baby, you live a tough life isn't it?? "&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Awwhh.......... Kinda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Arrghhhhh.............................I love to be with mom...&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt;. Arrghhhhhhhhhhhh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love fucking with my lovers too.&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt;..... Aarrghhhhhhhhhhhhhh...........................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I love drinking with my party folks ............* sigh.................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But seemed like every on now I have to cut off fucking and drinking business a little bit!! * sigh!! this is sound bad for my soul...* sigh but I think I was loved that my mom is getting to knowing the more of me......... the mature-adult side of me that she had no chance to see before!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck yooooooooooooooo &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-8261240847089922161?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8261240847089922161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=8261240847089922161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8261240847089922161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8261240847089922161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-mom-just-arrived-iin-hk-airport.html' title='My mom just arrived iin HK airport'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5255084072580958565</id><published>2007-04-26T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T00:39:11.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My whole pussy.. pussy thrusday..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lovely weather today, sun shine like " Oh my Godness!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I supposed to feel Good.... that I don't have to work today, thursday off!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I feel Shit.....that I have to woke up fucking early got my sick kitty checking up in the clinic this morning!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/CATWORSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/CATWORSE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how I hate this fucking whimp cat.. she's got upsetting like hell over a little thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Just like she got upset if I failled to changing the tampon/pantyliner frequently..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Like she got upset if I drank alcohol more than 2 unit during the happy hour with colleagues/ nighty out with the girls!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Like I have to drink a lot of water, wipe properly after pee, make sure that fingering her must in a super hygiene way.. AFTER ANAL FINGERING IS A BIG NO-NO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/myspace/S8000123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/myspace/S8000123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Remembered one guy I went out with got all totally turn on when I told him that I'll love him do me the anal fingering thing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;He was like get his finger straigh in my butt.. I told him it's feels really good!! and I told him that I want him inside me so bad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I think he got the hint as he withdrawn his finger and jammed them in my poor kitty.... FUCKING BRILLIANT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I moan loudly " OOooooooooohhhhhhhhhh Fuck!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Face pale - eyes wide blink at him.. slowly pulled my kitty off from his fingers..Guys had no idea about hygiene huh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;ohhh.. Can I blame this?? I think I can't!!! Penises easily to take care than vagina though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;He got no idea and said " What's wrong??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I can't be excited... I stoned.. this going to be something nasty in the urinary track!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;After all I can't blame him though, I supposed to tell him specifically that I want him cocking me in the pussy.. not fingering my pussy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;or I supposed to explaining clearly.. those stuck into anal are not allowing goes into my pussy.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;My fault.....My bad!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/myspace/938-019PMS-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/myspace/938-019PMS-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There's something naughty I did last week, I should to know this could upsetting my kitty !! I should to keep myself sex banned during the period.. even though it almost clear, it was the last day...!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and it was my fault again about kitty cat got sick again..I should not to be this naughty/ horny !! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Arrghhhhh...................aarghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!! I should wait patiently....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/DMCfuged.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/DMCfuged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Naughty Ivy... now got pain in the ass, eeh actually pain in the cat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;That Doctor had forced me swallow a bunch of pills that as huge as goat shit, My god, I am no kidding the medicines not only looked like goat shit but taste really like goat shit.. I got fucking sick afterwards, like I am going to throwing up all the time.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;For the whole afternoon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I feel like someone keeping punch me in the stomach..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I feel sooo bad..like shit, like I am going die, I even cried like stupid on the bus way to Stanley beach!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/myspace/S8000112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/myspace/S8000112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am totally blue that the girls from work wanted to cheers me up by having lunch and sun bathing in the Stanley beach!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;My stomach got fucking upset of medicines......... that I end up rolling on the beach for the whole afternoon while having sun-bathing!!! I can't stop moaning.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;by afternoon my kitty feeling better as my skin gettting tanned!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Silly kitty... fucking weak!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fucking useless..fucking.. errr * speechless @,@&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Thiking about " fucking " made me go gaga all wet down there,&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/horny.gif" /&gt; but wait it is me pussy juice dripping all over on the floor or I just piss in the pant!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Damned!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5255084072580958565?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5255084072580958565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5255084072580958565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5255084072580958565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5255084072580958565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-whole-thrusday.html' title='My whole pussy.. pussy thrusday..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-8650262225228804813</id><published>2007-04-20T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:01:09.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three guys I met today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Ri3iMao4MYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nZ-F188vzs8/s1600-h/tongue3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056946659544019330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Ri3iMao4MYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nZ-F188vzs8/s200/tongue3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first guy I met at the bus stop this morning,&lt;br /&gt;he was excitedly stroking his hand in the nose.. trying to pick off the shit, what a charming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd guy I met on the bus way to my office..&lt;br /&gt;he also picking at his nose gloriously.. with no shame!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd guy I met on my way to home after office....&lt;br /&gt;he was standing at the bus stop and were busily.. poking himself in the nose!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-8650262225228804813?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8650262225228804813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=8650262225228804813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8650262225228804813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8650262225228804813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/04/three-guys-i-met-today.html' title='Three guys I met today'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/Ri3iMao4MYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nZ-F188vzs8/s72-c/tongue3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-3513305947868784103</id><published>2007-04-18T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T01:23:23.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No post..</title><content type='html'>I am busy .......... like hell&lt;br /&gt;I am lazy.. like hell&lt;br /&gt;I am sick... like hell&lt;br /&gt;I am... blank!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've take a ton of medicines that made me look like Alien!!! OOHHHh HELL................................................&lt;br /&gt;my whole body sore!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had throat sore.. Fever and caughing like a stupid dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually I got a lot of shit to blog since the last week.. something " saucy-steamy "&lt;br /&gt;but PC at home totally crashed!! like it's gonna be in the trash basket in any second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick.. lazy.. sick.. lazy, not feeling exciting updating my " ham sup blog " !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my jaw all sore that I can't even open my mouth to eat my food.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my doctor and she told me that because I had working my jaw muscle too much... and was like torn the muscle tissues!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suggest me go for small object to training and praticing my jaw and tongue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeee!!! I've been told that I am greedy, I used to lust after a huge/big/large stuffs!!! Like I'll get large glass of beer over the small one and sleeping in the huge bed is rad &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/exhausted.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sleeping with a cute guy in his huge bed entertaining by his huge cock is brilliant rad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-3513305947868784103?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3513305947868784103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=3513305947868784103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/3513305947868784103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/3513305947868784103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-post.html' title='No post..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5085623459682993052</id><published>2007-04-15T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:00:27.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I look pretty but sad in the wedding gown..</title><content type='html'>and was about marrying to Mr. wong chuck hang, he look kind of handsome and charming in the tuxedo but sulked face :D !!!&lt;br /&gt;I was sad because I can tell that he had no love for me, like everybody seemed glad and full of happiness for the wedding..&lt;br /&gt;Like his sister and mom trying to assure me.... that her brother totally in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to run but I can't move!!&lt;br /&gt;I wake up... it was a dream................................ dream...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream that you are getting married to your ex, suggests that you have accepted aspects of that relationship and learned from those past mistakes. Alternatively, it means that a current relationship shares some commonality with your previous relationship with your ex. However, you will not make those same mistakes.?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5085623459682993052?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5085623459682993052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5085623459682993052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5085623459682993052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5085623459682993052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-look-pretty-but-sad-in-wedding-gown.html' title='I look pretty but sad in the wedding gown..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-1393524092357545414</id><published>2007-04-09T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:01:15.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now surround yourself with protection and good luck</title><content type='html'>This is call " Fucking Chair "&lt;br /&gt;Available in&lt;a href="http://www.fuckingmachines.com/meetthemachines/index.php"&gt; fuckingmachine.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister said the website look absolutely like FITNESS CENTRE.. complete with the Machines..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Bitch, now sit on that fucking chair.. or get on that fucking CAR!!! what else?? Fucking couch............. hehehheeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;make sure the machines are frequently checking by the profesional... to avoid accidentaly error..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RhowHrYmoYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/njZVdbEMon4/s1600-h/fuckingchair2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/myspace/fuckingchair2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now grab a box of condom for protection.............  now what I called a good fuck!!! huheuheueeehehee...!!&lt;br /&gt;Ooppss........... also A Good Luck!!! heheheeee.. heeeee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-1393524092357545414?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/1393524092357545414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=1393524092357545414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/1393524092357545414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/1393524092357545414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/04/ivy-now-surround-yourself-with.html' title='Now surround yourself with protection and good luck'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-3932301670312877222</id><published>2007-04-07T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T17:11:52.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who the fuck do you called fat? bitch!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;One day, me and one of girl friend went to a girly shopping in the Mongkok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;my favorite spot is the vintage shop, I always excitedly spending my day in that area, It was heck of fun that I've got a lot of cute, funny stuffs that only cost me not more that 300 hundred bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;while my little friend, Cindy. got nothing. like something about her weight bothering her like crazy. like she can't find a skirt to fit in it. like all the boots sooo small that she can't zip it. then she started to mumbling and sulk her face and complaining about she gained weight and heck. her mood went off to somewhere in the hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Like she is going to starting starving herself for the rest of the day, she was planning to skip the dinner tonight, she planning dieting herself for.. maybe a week or month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I was like kind of irritated when she keep telling me how big her legs are that she avoid to wear shorts, mini or how big her butt that she is desperately for a pair of jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Actually there are a tons of clothes, shoes, jeans and stuff that fit in her size, she is 5'1 / 154 cm heigh and weigh not more that 105 pound, she wear SMALL size tops and 34 jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RhcvfbYmoXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aEBft12CB5g/s1600-h/Image(2077).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050557724092703090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RhcvfbYmoXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aEBft12CB5g/s200/Image(2077).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;what wrong with that huh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I told her nearly to die, it's not like that she is fat, if I can get a stuff that fit for me so she can. and these day the size really smaller that the normal back to couple years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I seriously hate the way that she always bring out the negative thoughts, and ending up comment at herself as a fat ass, big legs!! Grreeeerr... drove me up to the walls, I sometime will squezing her neck!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't done my words yet when someone tap her shoulder from behind. The conversation goes like below:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl: " Hey Cindy....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cindy: " oohh Hello..??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl: " What are you doing here?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cindy: " Shop around with my sis!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " Ooohh hello darling!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl: " it has been long, I haven't see you in the church no more...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cindy: " Oh well.. getting busy lately, not much offday!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl: " Wwwoooww... you getting FAT!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cindy : " Ohh really?? * starting checking out her butt and stuff*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " Fat?? Fuck off!! what the fuck do you mean with she is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     getting FAT?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     which part is getting fat?? what the hell do you know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;     fat?? s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;he ain't ate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;any shit today and was planning to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     starving for the rest of the night because you such a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     mean bitch that ain't worth to friendly with. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     fuck the church.. is everyone there as bitchy as you?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     that always get fucking itchy about someone's weigh??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     fucking holy shit... have a good day!! byee!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pulled Cindy get the fuck of from her so called friend's sigh!!! without wanted to looking back at that alien!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " Don't ever let that evil poisoning you!! you no fat!! you're fucking normal little gorgeous..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cindy: " I am not sure what is her name anyway, she went the same church as me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Me: " let's get something to munches!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Cindy is 8 years younger than me, so I took her like my younger sister. well,  I met her in my office, when I working for previous company 4 years ago, she was only 18 years old and I was her Cantonese tutor at the time. she is a baby girl.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love her as much as I love the three of my younger sister, seriously!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you GUYS take a look at her pic... do you think she is fat??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I take guys words than girls comment..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;women are idiot, they thought dealing with anorexia is fucking cool.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's always fun watching an stupid bitch tossing GREEN SALAD in the famous restaurant..made me laugh my poop out!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she think she eat fuckin healthy.. all veggies and mineral water!! what a waste huh!! let alone the rest of the food, dessert that they will never have dare to put in the mouth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Healthy normal girls will off doing some run.. or get a patner and having sex after the juicy steak dinner even better!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;My experience : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;After the juicy steak, you have got a lot of pussy juice that provide steamy sex all night long..healthy got all the muscle that could spamming every cock to cock heaven, while fat tighten the pussy, mean more sexy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;while the skinny offering....... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what muscle?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what juice?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is dry like sahara, no shinny pubic hair that feels like yellow grass, the wrikle clit that couldn't swell because of low blood pressure..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the muscle?? where???? skinny doesn't have any muscle only skin.. and bone!! it's leave an empty space, a big dry hole.. in the vagina!! YUCCKKK!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am sensitive.. super sensitive......... period almost come, me need more cock and food!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-3932301670312877222?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3932301670312877222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=3932301670312877222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/3932301670312877222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/3932301670312877222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-fuck-do-you-called-fat-bitch.html' title='who the fuck do you called fat? bitch!!'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RhcvfbYmoXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/aEBft12CB5g/s72-c/Image(2077).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5307909097534793793</id><published>2007-04-06T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:51:59.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dream last night took my memories back in the borneo days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had a bizzare dream last night,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The scene was set back to the old village in my hometown, the place that my mom gave birth to me, with all the palm and white sand beaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but since my granddad passed away like 24 years ago, I didn't get to the place very ofetn, the last time I was there I was 14 back to year of 1991 was my grandmom sick like heck, by 1992 I starting my life in HK and never had a chance to get back at her, I feel terrible bad that my grandmom has passed away on 1995 was the same year that I have my baby bump that I can't get back at her for the last good bye, thought she had called in and said how much she miss and love me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My grandmom kind of lost her memories, she was extremely old in the amnesia way, it such amazing thay she remembered me and wanted to see me when she even can't remembered my dad, let alone the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Damned I think I missed her!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;back about my dream again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in my dream I was visiting my parents, and one of our relative ( I can't remembered who) just give birth to a baby, look like everybody such in happy mood celebrating for the new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was fun, young folks playing with the new born on the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in my dream.. I was stand on the beach and cheers at them.. it was when they drop the new born.. to sea. the wave came after by, they're tried to catch the new born but what they had in the hand only the baby's top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;baby drowning and gone.. we tried to dive in and but nothing!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fucking NOooooooooo.............. I think I screaming in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Later in the evening , I see myself swimming in the pool, and as I dive deeper in the pool, I found the baby stuck in the bottom pool, I dare to touch the head and it feel cold dead!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I expect it skin fell off but it hasn't!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I swim over and tell Simon what I've found in the bottom pool ( Simon is one of myspace friends) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;this cute Aussie guy turn out as my BF in the dream, but we're do nothing about the BF and GF thing, I mean there's no intimate thing.. like he talk to me from his pool chair while I stay in the pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;he told me to stay calm and we will get the baby later when I finish the swimming,,, he made me stay still in the pool and forced me to doing the water acreobic!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I hishes at him " what a cold blood huh!!! you're damned preverted,,,but I do all the shit he told me anyway,,, he keep telling me to do the push up and give me his big thumb if I done properly.,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;after all the madness, he got in to the pool and pulled the baby out from the pool in the head, my eye's almost popping out that he such rough that baby's head nearly off.. everything is mushy!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Baby pass back to the parents.. and they were cries like heck, and they were had my parents look alike..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;especially the baby mother.. look absolutely copied of my mom!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and the baby looking exactly to my younger sister , Muri. She was all bald and chubby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at her baby days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/icon-lucu.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Muri, has her baby bump and gonna be a mother by early May this year. and I bough a pair of baby clothes during my mad woman shopping days, yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The dream sad like fuck.. I went all tears ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;waking up, back to the reality.... the dream bugging me like hell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in my true life,, my younger sister really has had drowning in the lake near our house back in the Borneo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;like me and my big bro took her to playground, but suddenly she vanished from the sigh.. it was my big bro jumping in the lake and got that naughty girl stuck in the water.. we were 9, 7 and 1 and half years old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank's Lord that she such a strong baby.. she become a mother soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see a dead baby in your dream, symbolizes the ending of something that is part of you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To dream that you are dipping a baby in and out of water, signifies regression. You are regressing to a time where you had no worries and responsibilities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5307909097534793793?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5307909097534793793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5307909097534793793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5307909097534793793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5307909097534793793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-had-horrible-dream-last-night-scene.html' title='The dream last night took my memories back in the borneo days'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-751872479308620931</id><published>2007-04-04T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T02:32:09.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butt hole pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ughhh,,, butt hole pleasure or butt hole pressure????!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel soooooooo uneasy towards my sexy behaviour, like I've mention before that I start getting interesting poking on my own butt hole...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the beginning I do solo butt hole masturbration, like I'll trying to slide my fingers in it and poke the hell out of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but lately I found that i daring to do the butt hole poking on the front of my guy, I'll slide my fingers in and out while my guy stroke me in the pussy always bring me to them most amazing orgasms!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;every contraction feel fucking amazing.. from head to my toes..and sometimes.. I had my guy fingering me nicely!! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/myspace/buttsecks.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My butt hole addicted even goes strong now, and the urge to putting something else instead only put two of my fingers in it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like I've tried looking around.. goggling in the frigde.. I found a bag of Zuchini, carrots.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I almost out of control.. nearly lost my sense.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Zuchini is my favorite snack dipping with vinegar sauce during my dieting program..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afraid of the thought, imagine what the Zuchini look like dipping with my poop........... I can't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; done with the Veggies though!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God what the fuck going on with me?? do I have to observe this behaviour is as a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GAYNESS????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and worries about what going in furhermore????? and ohh.. I've learnt one important thing,,,,, nice ass poke is abuot a nice lube, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the money is worth for the perfect wetty hole...is it worth !!! Slipppppppppppppppppperrryyyy holeeeeeee!!!!!! Heellll Yeeaahhhh!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-751872479308620931?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/751872479308620931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=751872479308620931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/751872479308620931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/751872479308620931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-butt-hole-pleasure.html' title='butt hole pleasure'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-335229807407864692</id><published>2007-04-04T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T23:22:46.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewwhhhhh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This woman make me sick.........!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am cool with the fingers licking/ nipple licking/ earlobe licking... toes licking also fine for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the way this woman do the toes job really make me puke...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vz3Ys0691Fg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remebered I've been dating couple of guys who is into the whole toes licking while stroking his cock slowly into my wet pussy.. that was Helll...........of double  pleasure!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This woman make a huge pressure.. in the stomach!! that urge me to puke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-335229807407864692?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/335229807407864692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=335229807407864692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/335229807407864692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/335229807407864692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/04/ewwhhhhh.html' title='Ewwhhhhh..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5524032549029073592</id><published>2007-03-29T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:39:19.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was in the bar, having nice real fruit punch and had an awesome chat  with the awesome manager... =))</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ask me how was me day ?? " it was wonderful.. No kidding, Seriously!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ask me once again .. why so wonderful?? " I got a fuckin rich guy from dubai dinner with me, in the restaurant of hotel, I order one glass fruit punch and grilled blu cod fish with.. greeens !! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Rich, young.. handsome guy!! own many company, house and hotel in Dubai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;very big deal though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So I am sound like " gold digger " now?? Maybe yes , maybe not!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But this is weird, by 7:50pm he's going to married me and give me his obe of his house in the happy valley for me as wedding gift and I just met him at 7:45pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;he was like " Oh dear.. you're super gorgeous, my mom will be shock if she see you.. and I tell her that I am gonna marry you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I couldn't think, my brain blank, what I did is only nodded like an idiot " That would be fun!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He was seriously looking deep into my eyes:" I am serious baby!!" I am handsome, young and rich and the immportant thing is all I want is YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I want to start my life with you.... what you want?? I have a 7 carat Diamond for you left in the office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Me nodded like an moron: " Whoooaaa... that's must be expensive stuff!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and he want me to be in his office tomorrow after work to sign the paper, he going to ask his lawyer to change the properties as my name.. and he don't want to hear me dicline this gift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Me seriously got nothing to say now....I give full attention chewing my food, downing my fruit punch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;what can I say.. really... I running out of words.. !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;as he keep assure me that " I am lucky woman that he choose to be with me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think " I am fucking lucky woman.. aren't I??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and he entertained me very well... me totally curious.. what the fuck will happen tomorrow.. or soon...!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I love to play games..... I want to know the ending!! those violent games like " Resident evils" got me all excited..!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I was like " oh really.. oh my god" while he bragging all about his money.. during the dinner, so ur going to marry him or what??? that's fuckin crazy if I do that. you will not wanting to marry a woman just the minutes you saw her.. all right? because.. I got all funny and can't stop laughing.. I laugh at this innoncent guy. innocent???? is he sounds like an idiot ?? or me the one is the idiot one&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The dinner finish eventually.. and it was the time to leave the nice/comfort seat eventually... and it was the funny thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;before I and him get to his lawyer about the house and properties.. before he hand over the 7 carats diamond to me... that he wanted to bed me first in the very cheap guest house in the jordan!! Bingoo.......... that's what I think!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;he tried to drag me in the cheap guest house...and begging only hug/cuddle.. for the god's sake of it.. that sex before marriage is not his style!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He wanted only hug and cuddling before we allowing to have the real fuck ( he only will give his fuckin cock.. slide in my wet pussy later after the wedding )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and I said to myself.. fuck off!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; this guy either to give me a hot fuck right now.. or get the fuck out from my sigh!! if you know what I mean..I don't dating a lame cock.. &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I told him.. cheap guest house turn me off!!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;then he tried to drag me to the 5 star hotel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I told him.. .. I am a virgin.. LOL!!!! I mean virgin my ass...&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/giddy.gif" /&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;he was like... Blank!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Man..I am not that rich, but I still have my intellegent and I am kind of intellectual person if you want to know the truth...and a lame cock can't win an intelectual cunt that as sneaky like me... ...!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wave and say " I'll call you tonight!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I left the rich, young, handsome man on the street I wave and Irepeatdly saying that I'll call you tonight!!!(I bet, he's gonna goggling like a mad over his mobile tonight, )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;afterwards I went my way to TST, I drop to my best male friend's bar and share.. the full stories.. wonderful.. is that I visit this best friend in his bar for an surprise... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it was all the wonderful I mean..I was in the bar, crowded with folks, having a nice real fruit punch and had an awesome chat with the awesome manager... =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Folks here are so ready for the Rugby seven things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I think I had done a great job tonight, I proud of myself that my girlfriend will not have to be in trouble.. actually the dubai guy, met one of my friend last sunday for an job interview but he has turn out to talk the same craps about marriage so she ask me to check this guy out!!!&lt;br /&gt;and he ask her to marry him as ASAP.. and we ( the girls ) only have one week to consider about whether we interesting or not.. and he is going to give me a house in happy valley as a wedding gift " Ohh well.. what is fuck is that??"&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/dorky.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But He is about to give me a house.. No , kidding,, A HOUSE FOR ME, HE IS NO FUCKIN KIDDING ME..THOUGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/exhausted.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop giggling like an idiot and whispering to his ear: " &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uhhmm... I don't know what to say.. I only feel like an super idiot.., the lucky one!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/horny.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is like I went to a show... , I take a part of it...I play excitedly,,.. and go home happily..&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/exhausted.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgghhhh.......but you maybe don't get me again.. so never mind now!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5524032549029073592?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5524032549029073592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5524032549029073592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5524032549029073592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5524032549029073592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-was-in-bar-having-nice-real-fruit.html' title='I was in the bar, having nice real fruit punch and had an awesome chat  with the awesome manager... =))'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-4855689870812722063</id><published>2007-03-28T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T00:10:17.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivy, good fuck will blossom for you this spring...</title><content type='html'>LOL..... I hope sooooooooooooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;I really am...&lt;br /&gt;Kinda desperately though....&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/dirty.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-4855689870812722063?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4855689870812722063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=4855689870812722063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4855689870812722063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4855689870812722063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/03/ivy-good-fuck-will-blossom-for-you-this_28.html' title='Ivy, good fuck will blossom for you this spring...'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5014024562124195130</id><published>2007-03-24T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:35:36.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit happend to me .. bird's shits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This Afternoon.... I was on the way to meeting my friend for Saturday noon Indonesian's lazy lunch in the Causeway bay. Warung Malang do the tasty indonesian food in a very reasonable price!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A.K.A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER CHEAP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/hungry.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I am not all expensive all the times.. I goes really cheap most of the time.. &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/excited.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;as long as it does me GOOD.. I don't mind, being cheap!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/excited.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Me only a small potato with a small ass... me have to work that small ass pretty hard.. so I can't spending on all expensive stuffs!! and as long as the stuff does me GOOD.. I don't be bother any, seriously!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It wasn't too long I got off from bus and get in the HSBC bank withdraw my salaries. Me, hell excited, can't wait buying stuff to rewards my hard working ass!!!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/hungry.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Me really happy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Me really happy... I drew two thousand, slip in my shocking pink wallet!! My Happiness it's all in it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Gosh.. I running late, I took a deep breathe then running a cros the opposite road. My girls are waiting in the restaurant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I was cool, when I feel something drop off on my head..a gift from above.. Think Air conditioner water.. it's dripping everwhere.. on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUMMER!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;Yeeahhh.. Summer!! summer!! water dripping everywhere!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I mumbling non-sense " HK really suck, even the weather not hot yet.. the A/C always turning on and dripping like hell!!" while caressing my hairs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;something warm sticky on my hairs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;and seemed like it drop on my jacket and skirt also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I terrifiedly lower my sigh.. and my eyes goggling at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHIT!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;Bird's shit!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;The rest story is I've called to the girls that I running really late... Fuckin late indeed!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;then off to salon to wash my hair..and trying to get the fuckin bird's shit off from my skirt and jacket.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;God, I wipe like a mad that my jakect nearly torn in small pieces..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;I told the boy to wash my hair very clean.. because a bird shit on me!!&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/crazy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;he and his co-worker feel sorry for me, but the way I told the whole story drive us mad..which we end up laughing like idiots &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/crazy.gif" /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;still I gave him a sun shine smile.. and do a tips =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;my hair look fabulous afterwards...&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt; lunch still getting well after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;back at home.. I worried if I'll get the nasty bird flu.. &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/listless.gif" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A.K.A Avian flu!! HN51&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; viruses... Damned!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/listless.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there's a lot of AFF members I haven't give their cook a try yet!! what a waste if I die this soon... &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8804811-5014024562124195130?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5014024562124195130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5014024562124195130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5014024562124195130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5014024562124195130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/03/shit-happend-to-me.html' title='Shit happend to me .. bird&apos;s shits!'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6795983520568252820</id><published>2007-03-24T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:10:59.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexually Intellegent Needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week Spent some buck on new read" The lazy Girl's Guide To Good Sex " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;even my boss.. she wanted to borrow.., &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/excited.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a lot of people interesting at what book I read presently.. and they're sooo curious what good about the book. after all folks just can't wait until I finish it and lean it to them.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Sexual knowledge also important.. isn't it??!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/hungry.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like I've known reading a lot of "sexy category" book. every now and then I got a nick name" naughty ivy " I don't know if I should be proud about this..&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/excited.gif" /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Currently reading :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0749923474.01.THUMBZZZ.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='The Lazy Girl's Guide to Good Sex';return true;" onmouseout="window.status='';return true;" href="http://www2.blogger.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The Lazy Girl's Guide to Good Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Anita Naik Release date: By December, 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6795983520568252820?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6795983520568252820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6795983520568252820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6795983520568252820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6795983520568252820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/03/sexually-intellegent-needs.html' title='Sexually Intellegent Needs'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-6686480591639501154</id><published>2007-03-22T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:05:01.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old men make the better lover..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Very true...... Damned true..!!! &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the experience told .. Guys in age 34, 35,36..40,41,42..45, 46..something..have a real "thing" to proof..&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're mature enough to be such a caring person, Most of them willing work their way to meet up your needs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Orgasm - Emotion needs!! their experiences told him.. you has had the Big O..  &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/smooch.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Finance needs!! Take you to movies, dinner, drink, cab needs &lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/smooch.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Attention needs!! the whole body needs more lick, rub, suck, kiss..blows, starting from toes till earlobe..from clit, labia and anus... all the attention needs..&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/heart.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No selfish thing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They will lick you to        heaven......you don't have to return treat them BJ.. it's all up to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They make sure you had the amazing orgasm... always! and you don't have to tell them.. They just know it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. They make sure you're in a good condition before/after sex!!&lt;br /&gt;4. They will put you in the cab, make sure the driver will drive you home safely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience teach me....They will never cocked - choke me to die..Even the penises they got trully kind of huge.., It's not about the size.. it's about the respect, I never got choked .&lt;img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/excited.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-6686480591639501154?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/6686480591639501154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=6686480591639501154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6686480591639501154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/6686480591639501154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/03/old-men-make-better-lover.html' title='Old men make the better lover..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-3472734462793880151</id><published>2007-03-16T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T00:33:27.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last night I am close to die.. no kidding!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday off from work-hook!!! I am off today ,&lt;br /&gt;I think I've spent my off day wisely.. I spent half day pampering my self, reading books, do myself facial treatment ( I was a profesional beautician before ) manicure, pedicure.. painting my toenails in maroon red!! Get the fuckin bedroom clean!! Then off jogging around in South Horizons, following give my sister a help, went grocerries with her and do the all carrying the shopping bags..Exhausted but feeling good, it has been ages since the last time I do sports back in Jakarta.. I swam a lot in January last year in Jakarta!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of dizzy... caused I just done the bleeding period, my blood pressure always on the low!! but no more bloody pussy today, can't wait to have some fun tonight.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm off to Wan chai, dinner out with my girls in Carniegie's!! lot of laughs, flirts, foul language spill out like.. mad after 2 pint of cold beers.. hell of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;I've accidently ran into couple of old friends, but the funny thing is when I thought I was cool to introduce them to get to know each other.. it was when I get the point, that HK is actually very small world.. It's turn out that everybody know each others well.&lt;br /&gt;it's all fine... until I get at my baby!!! I think I am about drunk, even thought I only downing off two glass of Stella draff beer and one glass champagne and one shooter!! But I really feel like fucked up!! so I have him come to get me home..&lt;br /&gt;I was fine .. walking straight to home.. No big deal, no drunken drama when get into the elevator that lift me up to 29 floor of service apartment in the mid-level area.. Gee.. I feel like a rich tai tai now =))&lt;br /&gt;I was still fucking fine.. got a quick shower!! it feel super good actually!! and feel super fine when my cutie pie, kissing my neck, ears and back !! damned.. it feel soooooooooo GOOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was fine.. it was fine, we nonstop made out like a mad for an hour!! everything just fine!! He fuck me amazingly nice!! I feel dizzy with pleasure.. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk ........iiiiiiinggggggggggggg GOOD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel jittery and something bothering me.. a few drop of blood drove me crazy,, the bloody period keep distracted me from orgasm.. that I worried it's gonna stained the bedsheet,.. I think because it was the last period day, once again I hate my period for screwing my moods!! fuck this!!! I love the whole penetration- fucking moment.. but I really hate the period!!&lt;br /&gt;I was too exhausted that I fallen asleep straightly after he pull off his cock from me.. I've been asleep like death for like 2 hours or more!!! I woke up and jerk off from bed, thought that I need to pee and washing up my naughty pussy.. damned it's about sore.. a little bit sore!! but it feel good anyway, I couldn't be bother.. too sleepy/dizzy to bothering..!!!&lt;br /&gt;Off to washroom.. feeling dizzier than before, I think I am gonna puke but I didn't..!!&lt;br /&gt;Shit happened when I reach to the kitchen for a glass of water!! I downing off one glass of really cold water.. Nice!!&lt;br /&gt;Shit really happened when I finished and put down the glass.. and looked around.. it's all dark!! it supposed to be a slight light in the room.. but I see nothing!!&lt;br /&gt;Shit really really.. happened when I thought I am gonna collapse.. I was blank!! for a moment.. I think my heart has stop beating for a second, I really blank.. I had no idea what happened.. it's like that I can't remembered what happening on that moment.. I even can't hear my breathes... everything dark!!&lt;br /&gt;the next I get my senses back, I am trying to get back to bed.. I think I was crawling.. and when I get my sigh back I was in the bathroom.. crawling back to the bedroom, sneak in the bed, laying next to my deathsleep cock.. he notice me sweating with cold sweats.. and ask me " what happened!!" are you okay??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only can respond.. NOD!!! and doze off.............like for an hour!!!! then waking up...that naughty cock.. sneakily slidding inside my kitty.. naughty cock wanted a dawn fuck!!.. Very naughty!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondering if people could just die due too much drunken fuck??&lt;br /&gt;and why was about... the dark moment?? some says because I bleeding too much... , like I have to take 500mg of Transamin tablets to stop the bleeding..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-3472734462793880151?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/3472734462793880151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=3472734462793880151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/3472734462793880151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/3472734462793880151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/03/last-night-i-am-close-to-die-no-kidding.html' title='last night I am close to die.. no kidding!!'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-8757110141598211748</id><published>2007-03-11T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:15:35.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For God's sake stop talking the ANAL EXes from now Let's discuss about anal Sex =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RfQiSpGWpmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xuCA9vgEMyU/s1600-h/mbk4yw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040691586599921250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RfQiSpGWpmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xuCA9vgEMyU/s320/mbk4yw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am very open-minded person..I really am!! I am open talk about anything and everything, almost always I really am!! I talk about politic and craps...I talk about anal sex, anal exes ..all trashy relationship shits.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am a super open-minded person that my brain could have be fallen out.. sometimes it was sooo so scares that I am unable to control my anger manangement..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RfQkzZGWpnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2yuY5FjBw78/s1600-h/hedy-lamarr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040694348263892594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RfQkzZGWpnI/AAAAAAAAAQI/2yuY5FjBw78/s320/hedy-lamarr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That I might killed someone/something alive.. without even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feeling quilty about!! You know this kinf of Open -minded I was..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and here's always few of my best online mate that I love them to bits..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's sad that they were 5000miles far away!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I'll have my brain wondering if I could laugh this coneversation in person for real..!!! and do the anal fantasies for real too.. LOL!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: and oh you know what.. I found out that I am sooo much into anal thing &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/B016.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon: yeah? i read about it in the blog, just no penis, right? cause you are small.. or you like full anal sex? O.o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: yeah.. it's feels good I even able to slid 2 of my fingers in it hehehee..I don't think my butt can take a full penis, even the smallest penis feels heck big for my butt!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon: yeah... anal sex isn't that easy! like, you have to be used to it lol&lt;br /&gt;you know... practice or whatever.. sometimes it takes a while to get it in there&lt;br /&gt;slow and gentle haha !! well, i'm glad you found something new to have fun with :P &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Yeaaa... and once a time I got my fingers sticking a lot of shit !!&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: AHAHAHAHA!!!! yes, well, it IS your butt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: that's grossssssssssssss !! I keep washing my fingers but when I slid my fingers in and pull it out .&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/D4-102.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..it was heck of shit stick on them again.. !! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon: Omg! lol crazybee! i guess it's kinda hard to tell if you will put your finger in shit or not :P &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Of course I won't do that!! But I never knows if my butt hole ain't that deep, I only able to get into like 2 inches, and average guy's penis about 5 inches or so. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon: i will be honest and say i've stuck my finger in my butt a few times and i can get further than 2 inches !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me" It's make me thinking all the time, what if I got a guy real assed me, what if I can't control bowel, and shit... out at the same time he pull off his cock.. GOSH!!&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: LOLOLOLolololol!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Imagine.. &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/D4-048.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that my shit just.. popping out all over the his six pack stomach.. all over his bed, floor, carpet..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: " Omg you crack me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am no dare to try a real anal fuck.. 0.o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon: " I was watching this porno once and this girl was putting a dildo in her ass and pushing it out, and one time poop came out and it was really gross!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: "LOL&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: " LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " That's what I am concern about..That's will be hellarius!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: i don't think that happens unless you're pushing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: Nah.. but maybe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon: " mean... you never know, but i don't think is likely/nod&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " Anyhow.. I think I have to make sure that I have poo everyday, at least I have to poo in the morning if I plans to get assed later in the evening!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon: " LOl assed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " My bad is I had a hard to time poo everyday, and the worse is &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/D4-034.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't shit for 3 days when I try to poking my asshole~!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon: " well, there ya go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " so no wonder if I got my fingers shit on them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon: " i don't think you have to poop everyday tho, maybe every 2 days lol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " I wish I was.. but I am abnormal.. I just can't be normal.. :( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon: : " (i know that......) (jeje)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " I just overexcited if I could poo everyday, like I'll having to thank's God for that!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon:" so it feels that good hunh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " You mean shit out everyday? &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/D4-098.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or masturbrate my ass?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon:" masturbate your ass!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " Awesome...............&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v634/icbee/D085.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hehehehee. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon: " well, that's cool then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " But I haven't do it very often..I think less than 3 times!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon: " how tall are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: " 157cm..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shannon:: " i know that's completely off the subject) h/o i'm trying to calculate to inches................ok... you're as tall as i thought,, like 5 feet 2 inches =))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-8757110141598211748?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/8757110141598211748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=8757110141598211748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8757110141598211748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/8757110141598211748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-gods-sake-stop-talking-fuckin-exes.html' title='For God&apos;s sake stop talking the ANAL EXes from now Let&apos;s discuss about anal Sex =)'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RfQiSpGWpmI/AAAAAAAAAQA/xuCA9vgEMyU/s72-c/mbk4yw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-9211272841442602270</id><published>2007-03-10T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:30:52.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I held my head up for not contact in for already one week..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be proud of myself I could hang on for another weeks, months and years.. I wish this is for going to be good,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to be this fools and hurts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man, Do you remembered how many time you had has put me in this pain situation?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you recalls when the last time you promise for an apologize?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you want to know the truth.. how hurts it was like... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man... It's damn hurts like a motherfucker~!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Man, I feeling that I just dying inside and totally numb outside!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;go to work, I done task then had a lot of laughs.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go to bed, I wake up and do my make up.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I booked a Trainer and workout my fitness work...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if I was tooo exhausted that I could just die.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God.. I started to wonder.. How long it take you to realize?? I think it took forever... You never will!! And I realized.. It's not you, it's me!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can we don't be friend?? I Can't think.. We were a friends.. You can't be my friends..I don't want to be friend!! You can't mistreated a friend.. I am finish with you.. I am going to get over you............ASAP&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RfLYOpGWpkI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dYLkDp8OK3E/s1600-h/breakupcov234.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reading kick ass book cleary washing up my mind.. I wanted my life back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/broadway/breakup/itscalledabreakup.htm"&gt;It's called breakup because it's broken&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Smart Girl's Break-Up Buddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RfQf4pGWplI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZWXxXqmEaYY/s1600-h/breakupcov234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040688940900066898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RfQf4pGWplI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZWXxXqmEaYY/s320/breakupcov234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s no doubt about it—breakups suck. But in the first few hours or days or weeks that follow, there’s one important truth you need to recognize: Some things can’t and shouldn’t be fixed, especially that loser who dumped you or forced you to dump him. It’s over for a reason, and deep down inside you probably know what that reason is. It’s called a breakup because it’s broken, and starting today, you’re not the kind of woman who settles for broken, or hangs on to damaged goods, be it a radio, a pair of shoes, or a relationship. It’s time to get rid of all the broken stuff you’ve been lugging around for days, months, and maybe even years, and make the bold decision to start looking for stuff that works! Because the longer you stay stuck in a dead-end relationship, the less time you get on this planet to experience a great one. So open up this book, and let’s dive in—our goal is to help you turn your breakup into the event that changes your life for the better in ways you never dreamed possible. It’s not an end, it’s a beginning! It's not an end, it's a beginning! After all . . . you are a Superfox.It’s Called a Breakup Because It’s Broken is the ultimate ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-9211272841442602270?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/9211272841442602270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=9211272841442602270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/9211272841442602270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/9211272841442602270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-held-my-head-up-for-not-contact-in.html' title='I held my head up for not contact in for already one week..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RfQf4pGWplI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ZWXxXqmEaYY/s72-c/breakupcov234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-4123916282476203429</id><published>2007-03-06T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T15:00:02.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me ate fast food and now seemed like I get it used.. everything in here such in rush.. running late.. not enough time to consider/ review whatever you gonna choose...&lt;br /&gt;Things never getting this serious..&lt;br /&gt;if I could be satisfied eating fast food.. then I think I could give adultfriendfinder.com a buzz!! oohh... fast fuck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast fuck, fast fuck.. fast fuck.. no emotional fuck!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast fuck.. fast fuck..no heartbreaking ast fuck!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast fuck.. fast fuck.. you're my next fast fuck..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a super open minded woman that my brain may have fallen out , you know that crazy kind... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of kinky.. that my kitty may have to inffected various STD's.. LOL!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me crazy.. the weather drove me crazy, the temperature drop made me crazy.. I hate this witch's teats cold winter..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-4123916282476203429?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/4123916282476203429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=4123916282476203429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4123916282476203429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/4123916282476203429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-ate-fast-food-and-now-seemed-like-i.html' title='Crazy..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-9052839019425326754</id><published>2007-03-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T00:40:52.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>be scare be fucking scare now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RerRwzd3LnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SSLOMoeUs-k/s1600-h/pic18.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038069769546706546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RerRwzd3LnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SSLOMoeUs-k/s320/pic18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Ivy,&lt;br /&gt;Here is your single's love horoscope&lt;br /&gt;for Monday, March 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't drop the proverbial ball when it comes to somebody with romantic potential!&lt;br /&gt;You'll need to be conscientious about following up and following through now -- or you might miss something sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I trully don't give a fucking fuck about this fucking shit..I really am got so fucking over it!&lt;br /&gt;was am I angry?? ask yourself... and fuck yourself if you couldn't figure out Why..&lt;br /&gt;what I am angry at?? ask yourself.. go fuck a chicken if you have no idea what I am fucking angry at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut the fucking up every then and now and ask your fucking self what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; the fuck you did have done.. however it doesn't matter now as I am not going to fucking trust you so either you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I just don't understand why do people got an idea if south horizons are just few step close to wong chuck hang...&lt;br /&gt;yes.. it just take 5 minutes by taxi.. and 10 minutes by mini bus although it's quite close but it's aren't that really close!!&lt;br /&gt;I mean it's aren't that really fucking close.. not that kind of few fucking step between.. you know what I mean???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. you might have no idea what I mean but if you're just living in Wong chuck hang or South horizons then you will get the point..what I am talking about!&lt;br /&gt;I just soooo tired about some girls asking me this.. why was that??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who want to give a flying fuck about who is in wong chuck hang and why I am in South horizons.. stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RerRkTd3LmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UFP2Q2_hx8M/s1600-h/469505259_m.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038069554798341730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RerRkTd3LmI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UFP2Q2_hx8M/s400/469505259_m.gif" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid everywhere, office stupid, stranger stupid, so called stupid friends, that think nothing say nothing but only fancies to bring you down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid annoys me!! stupid drove me mad that I'll pointing a shoot gun ( if I own one ) and fire it in the that stupid's mouth!! bang bang... got to stupid hell!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;be honest I wasn't really angry..I feeling hurts than angry..it's really hurts seriously!!&lt;br /&gt;This is make me to think over about trusting people and letting them getting close to me, close enough to hurts me................. is this silly????!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think the stupiest person is me... is this what people get for being nice, kind.. friendly to others?&lt;br /&gt;I was always a nice person, the one who is passionate to show a stranger around and I got a lot of praise, compliment for being a good person.. just like today, it was a new staff that said to another staff saying " how a good, nice person I am, totally no snob!!&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I just don't understand why do people have to be sooooooooooo super jerk and taking advantage to the another one??&lt;br /&gt;it is better off as a mean fucker than a nice one???&lt;br /&gt;Me sooo scare, really really scare... when a friendship just goes all bitchy.. it's hurts!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-9052839019425326754?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/9052839019425326754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=9052839019425326754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/9052839019425326754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/9052839019425326754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-not-in-wonderful-mood-be-scare-be.html' title='be scare be fucking scare now..'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RerRwzd3LnI/AAAAAAAAAPo/SSLOMoeUs-k/s72-c/pic18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-219440157524950564</id><published>2007-02-28T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:24:46.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving Private Vagina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RebSxmKCS0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/VbDr1laKaic/s1600-h/61dbd1393cdd3629c70b093956ad88b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036944982758542146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RebSxmKCS0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/VbDr1laKaic/s320/61dbd1393cdd3629c70b093956ad88b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching at Saving Private Ryan in the Pearl TV,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I was thinking what if one day we, women got to running a war business!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and my sister said " it could be real soon just according to the global survey there's lack of new born babies boy theseday. let alone those men who's dead during the war or from everyday accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was thinking if women could work the war scene well.. just to think about how mess the Period/ Menstrual situation women dealing at every month. let alone the fucking PMS mood swinging. we were too emotional that might screw the whole war strategy up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can we get shoot in the bloody ass on the heavy flow period day?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can we just called off every 3 hours and walk away to change the napkin or tampon during the shooting scene?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, fine forget the menstrual issue, it just take not more than a week for every female soldier!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what about pull down the pants and squat... PEE!! like we have to drink a lot of water and pee like every 3 hours.. to prevent those nasty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what about the daily vagina hygienes care then??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;where's the tissue and clean water are require to clean the fucking vagina after pee and shit.. afterwards remember to wipe the fucking labia from front to back otherwise the bacteria from the bloody ass could crawling into urinary track that immediately caused a fuckin urinary track infection.. that kind of pain is start in the urinary track hell up to the clitoris way.. it's burn baby!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there's nothing than a nasty urinary track infection.. like Oooh.. fuck !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday stay in night, me and sister got a fullhouse, it feel damn good laying on the couch, chills out on the front of TV. Me not very into TV and movie thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;watching at " Saving Private Ryan " damn war movie that cool like fuck!!&lt;br /&gt;myself, I almost always into kind of war movies. although Saving Private Ryan is one of my favorite war movies ever but my first favorite is" The Great Rid" then following is The Wind Talker , U-571 and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and war movie I love to bits when I feel like my eyes wanted to have a good cries...I have a serious problem dealing towards to my emotion state. like I somehow feel terribly down and I don't know why I felt in that shitty way but I know that I'll feel better if I could do myself crying like a fuck, it sometime like I have to force my brain to recalls a very fucking sad memories to make myself a 3 minutes cries. but there's very small chance that I could get in to a tearfully moment because most of the time I giving up after trying for an hours and there's not even one drop fucking tear!!&lt;br /&gt;Recalls back at those sad situation and condition, I wish do me cry like a baby but I just can't. if I could I really would...Me not a tough coockies whatsoever but I am not that tearful person either, Me just feeling numb when it comes to the sadness in the past. it can say so that I feel nothing towards the rough days in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I most of the time really wanted have a good cry just to relaxing my nerves. and that Sunday night I really had a very good 3 minutes cry as well as I speak my thought about the " Saving Private Ryan" movie.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/ReSx-VzPEGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hlSrWCE9_wQ/s1600-h/HarryPooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036345967869104226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/ReSx-VzPEGI/AAAAAAAAAPE/hlSrWCE9_wQ/s320/HarryPooter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my sister also fancies of the " Saving private Ryan" like she never get bore watching its over and over.. But actually it was that Tom Hanks got her attention seriously!! and I'll always go for Matt Damon... He got such a cute butt like my ex's has, Mr. pretty dick!! and believe me both of them are so much look alike, fuckin cute!! and Mr. pretty dick is the former US army as himself and I think that's why I am so much into about the war and army stuffs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I was thinking what if one day if we women have to be taking business in the war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it doesn't mean that I lenjoy seeing people die during the war, only psychopath will!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate war but I don't and never hate the soldiers and only psychopath will hate them.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so be blessed.. that we women don't have to go to war yet!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and do please help other women pray their beloved one could be home safety...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would women ask more than seeing the beloved one growing old, behave and kicking alive!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People much selfish theseday, couldn't bothering about the war and shit if it wasn't happen in the country they were living in. either will not give a flying fuck about those soldiers who's injuries / dead / fighting for the government.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr.Pretty dick is gonna be 34 by 1st March!! God knows, I wish his the best, though I don't hate his penis anymore =)&lt;br /&gt;and I am glad that he never have to be in the army anymore, the old days was always a good memories that bring me no tears but smile, even thought sometime it taste sour in awhile. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wish you read this... happy birthday !! muah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-219440157524950564?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/219440157524950564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=219440157524950564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/219440157524950564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/219440157524950564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/02/saving-private-vagina.html' title='Saving Private Vagina'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RebSxmKCS0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/VbDr1laKaic/s72-c/61dbd1393cdd3629c70b093956ad88b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-2588615179523341517</id><published>2007-02-24T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T02:21:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>single parent life.. garcious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staurday, me on holiday again!!&lt;br /&gt;me just kicked my rugrat's ass get on the bus that going to drive him back to his dad in yuen long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long- crabby week for me, during the Chinese new year holidays, I got my little rugrat slept over for couple of day, started from last Wednesday until this afternoon. he got all excited for the red pocket things. this can be understanding though, as a kid myself, I also overexcited during the CNY moment. back to that kiddo moment it was the best the days in my life.. I said it loudly" Gracious!!"&lt;br /&gt;I think it can be say so as the best days in all Chinese children life ever.. Gracious!!&lt;br /&gt;But no gracious for those folks that I've been letting down of.&lt;br /&gt;You know, I am kind of " single mother" as well. although I am not a full time single mom but I am do my full time " mother thing" once my son with me.&lt;br /&gt;so I feel really sorry for them who got sore, that I can't make all the meeting-hang out thing.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, my son always come in first priority after my job so kindly please try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help if you dudes got all annoyed about this matter, but " single parents" life are always like this...&lt;br /&gt;this is what single parents have to dealing every day and in my case I only dealing sometime in a week or 2 weeks, couple day in a month doesn't hurts thought but I can't really help if this is going to breaking the friendship or whatsoever!! me don't take a shit that made me end up explaining shit like a whore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so little rugrat got the red pocket.. and he end up with an Gundam miniature!! He went to shopping with my sister when I am out to work.. and it's heck expensive but seemed like he is happily spending some bucks for himself..&lt;br /&gt;all right, I am not a nagging mom, it's none of my business since it's not my money!! Gracious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my boy has had a very good time being companioned by sister, Ben and me.&lt;br /&gt;the we went off to movie " Night in the museum" my favorite scene is that " Dinosaurus dog" thing.and my son favorite scene is the " Ben stiler slapped monkey" thing.&lt;br /&gt;my sister took him to lunch/ makerting during the day time then watching random Gundam dvd with Benny and all the video games too..Gracious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ooh.. there's a moment that he met Susan's daughter Jessy. and my boy totally adoring her as they were play together for awhile and get along and as my boy told me " Mom, Jessy is very cute!!&lt;br /&gt;This very understandable though, because Jessy is a fabolous girl.She really is =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my son leave, me went off to shop around, Zara, Mango, Morgan, Sisley!! Girl, the shoes and jeans killed me but I buy nothing.. I only got the funny feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It was hell crowded like.. there's hell waiting list in the fitting room, and there's couple every where,&lt;br /&gt;and I laugh soo hard in my heart ( I have no reason laugh out when I just on my own, people may think that I am crazy so I only allowed myself LOL in my heart!! ) It's really funny stare at a bunch of poor guys in the woman's clothes area.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bunch of them are standing like a numb-stone, watching hopelessly at their crazy wives / girlfriends for couple hours!!&lt;br /&gt;Like they were desperately wanting to get home.. I think they're pray for a miracles seriously.. wanting to get home.&lt;br /&gt;those women look like ants.. running here and there, grabbing all the shit that catch on their eyes.. turn around in the front of mirror!! and chatty like .. do I look good in this? buzz.. buzzz.. Gee, this jeans made my ass so fuckable!! buzz.. buzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking if the boutique owner could make a hang out corner that provide with couch and mag so guys can chill out in awhile when their women got checking out the stuff in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have a feeling for the guys there.. and I can't help but hating for being there.&lt;br /&gt;God, I can't take this anymore.. it was sad situation for not being a single man =)&lt;br /&gt;and it was shame scene for not being a single woman. I will never let my man suffering like this, I am much prefer going off to shopping with my girls than stand up my beloved one waiting like an idiot when I am checking out my woman's stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I off to the book store, Page one in Time Square.&lt;br /&gt;there is a ton of book that I wanted to buy.&lt;br /&gt;Like I've order the one called " Men, Love and sex the complete user's Guide for women and " it will deliver to me by April, Yawn.. I got to wait a month for that hot book.. yawwn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, Me got two sexy book :1. The truth that men doesn't want women know about by Smith and Doe2. Cosmopolitan complete satisfation the guide to a fabolous sex!! Me planning to * licking his lollipop and see he drool *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me also wanted to buy the sexy- kama sutra games card, an everyday sex position book, the better sex guide for a busy single parents..&lt;br /&gt;Me wondering.. how to get a guy fancy to share my new sexy stuff.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-2588615179523341517?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/2588615179523341517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=2588615179523341517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2588615179523341517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/2588615179523341517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/02/single-parent-life-garcious.html' title='single parent life.. garcious!'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804811.post-5935006650674527075</id><published>2007-02-20T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:11:30.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fancy a beer anyone??!! lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RdsAZlzPD_I/AAAAAAAAANE/CtQaLhsjVpk/s1600-h/homer_beer.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033617448160399346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RdsAZlzPD_I/AAAAAAAAANE/CtQaLhsjVpk/s320/homer_beer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha ha ha.. !!! this is hellarius, this is damned true!!&lt;br /&gt;kudos for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=42049029&amp;amp;MyToken=b8c9bdf5-3d8f-4943-972c-9d4bdc68a9f2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notorious B.R.Y™ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what to say but I felt quilty like heck..however guys got no one to blame but themeselve and ohh.. I think it's not a rape it's just a suprise sex.. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This almost happened to me this at Caesar's Palace yesterday in Las Vegas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Police are warning all clubbers, partygoers and unsuspecting pub regulars to be alert and stay cautious when offered a drink from any woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new date rape drug on the market called, "BEER" is used by many females to target unsuspecting men. The drug is generally found in liquid form and is now available almost anywhere. It comes in bottles, cans, from taps and in large "kegs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beer" is used by female sexual predators at parties and bars to persuade their male victims to go home and have sex with them. Typically, a woman needs only to persuade a guy to consume a few units of "beer" and then simply ask him home for no-strings-attached sex. Men are rendered helpless against this approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several "beers" men will often succumb to desires to perform sexual acts on horrific looking women to whom they would never normally be attracted. After drinking "beer" men often awaken with only hazy memories of exactly what happened to them the night before, often with just a vague feeling that something very bad occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At other times these unfortunate men are swindled out of their life's savings in a familiar scam known as "A RELATIONSHIP." It has been reported that in extreme cases, the female may even be shrewd enough to entrap the unsuspecting male into a longer term form of servitude and punishment referred to as "MARRIAGE." Apparently, men are much more susceptible to this scam after "beer" is administered and sex is offered by the predatory female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please! Forward this warning to every male you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if you fall victim to this insidious "beer" and the predatory women administering it, there are male support groups with venues in every town where you can discuss the details of your shocking encounter in an open and frank manner with similarly affected, like minded guys. For the support group nearest you, just look up "Golf Courses" in the yellow pages. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8804811-5935006650674527075?l=icbee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/feeds/5935006650674527075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8804811&amp;postID=5935006650674527075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5935006650674527075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8804811/posts/default/5935006650674527075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icbee.blogspot.com/2007/02/fancy-beer-anyone-lol.html' title='Fancy a beer anyone??!! lol'/><author><name>@bee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02500956305055320589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/SgpIBmXjEEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/MTrPuV1aJ-o/S220/200622384.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VsWRuF3ze4k/RdsAZlzPD_I/AAAAAAAAANE/CtQaLhsjVpk/s72-c/homer_beer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
