<?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-5664349703227098600</id><updated>2012-01-18T09:48:18.370+08:00</updated><category term='cathy'/><category term='pregnant'/><category term='Hong Kong'/><category term='Helen'/><category term='sashimi'/><category term='Teacher'/><category term='deep trouble'/><category term='okonomiyaki'/><category term='impotent'/><category term='failed marriage'/><category term='lesbian video'/><category term='ramen'/><category term='lesbians'/><category term='panic attack'/><category term='failed relationship'/><category term='Ron'/><category term='sushi'/><category term='Joel'/><category term='sexually abused child'/><category term='japan'/><category term='joan permission'/><category term='onsen'/><category term='frigid'/><category term='dear'/><category term='hot springs'/><title type='text'>Short Airlines Stewardess Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Hi I'm Beh! Used to be a &lt;strong&gt;flight stewardess (flight attendant)&lt;/strong&gt; but won't say I was from &lt;strong&gt;Singapore Airlines (SIA)&lt;/strong&gt; coz I don't want to be sued.I blog about my personal expriences as well as about other crew,&lt;strong&gt;stewardesses&lt;/strong&gt; included.&lt;strong&gt; Singapore Airlines&lt;/strong&gt; is my favorite and my mentor and husband was .... &lt;strong&gt;Singapore Airlines cabin crew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-4758186613730305682</id><published>2011-09-20T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T17:18:04.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason for leaving Beh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Most men would Never forgive their &lt;span&gt;girl friends &lt;/span&gt;or wives who sleep with another prick and I am one of them. My apology for being so brash but I am like most men a chauvinistic pig.&lt;br /&gt;Women are more forgiving toward their husbands or boy friends if they bedded with other females.&lt;br /&gt;This was the case of me and Beh. She slept with one of my junior male crew and it affected my ego. Of course I was bitterly jealous too. He was my junior but must confess he was good looking.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what excusses Beh gave me for letting my colleague fucked her, I never forgave her. She claimed he forced her during one of the stops in her hotel room. She ridiculed him behind his back and told me that guy had a small dick and ejaculated before he could even "raped" her. I felt Beh was feeling guilty and trying to win back my affection for her. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story in italics (above) was written by my ex and I found his diary by mere coincidence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-4758186613730305682?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/4758186613730305682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=4758186613730305682' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4758186613730305682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4758186613730305682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/07/reason-for-leaving-beh.html' title='Reason for leaving Beh'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-6028732030393499622</id><published>2011-01-29T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:51:41.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I met him</title><content type='html'>Really there is nothing to tell. Only thing was we had lots and lots of fun together,just 2 of us. He made me really happy and thrilled. We had plenty of sex,yes real rough beastly sex.&lt;br /&gt;But then something happened and we had to part. Sad was not the word to describe how I felt. It was devastatingly painful. Sorry my tears are rolling down my cheeks as I blog about him.Think I should stop here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-6028732030393499622?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/6028732030393499622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=6028732030393499622' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6028732030393499622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6028732030393499622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-met-him.html' title='I met him'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-84323378444270463</id><published>2009-12-05T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:58:55.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I met him</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a crush on someone and there seemed to have a barrier that prevented you from getting involved with him? I had mine while I was a stewardess. That guy was my senior who used to work in the office. He was a awesome looking gentleman and somehow we did not have a chance to sit down and chat even for a few minutes. The only time I chatted with him was on a flight when he was on duty travel and I was the one serving him. We spoke for a while,you know that "PR"" thing we were taught in class.&lt;br /&gt;Recently,I bumped into him at a hotel lobby in Singapore. He was there meeting his clients and I was there having tea with my friends. My heart was racing like crazy when he gave me a hug and pecked me on my cheeks.He never did that before when I was flying but somehow I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;After attending to his clients I was invited by him to have a drink,yes me and him alone together and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;We spoke happily for almost two hours at the hotel cafe. In between jokes and chats,he would "accidentally" held or touched my hands. To be truthful,I was thrilled and excited. It was like a dream to be touched by him but of course I played hard to get.&lt;br /&gt;We split and left by evening fall but we made an appointment to meet each other again a few days later which we did with so much fun. Will tell you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-84323378444270463?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/84323378444270463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=84323378444270463' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/84323378444270463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/84323378444270463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-met-him.html' title='I met him'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-8378087536813337869</id><published>2009-09-06T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:59:11.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much to write but the comments are interesting.</title><content type='html'>MrMagic said... &lt;br /&gt;I dont think you should feel the need to justify yourself to your recent influx of visitors or to any visitors at all. After all, they willingly visited your blog and if they dont like what you're saying then they should just leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think, your blog is highly entertaining and a very good read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the good work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 4, 2009 5:23 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; MCBabe said... &lt;br /&gt;MCB, i also kena.poor bohtong, help me to promote my blog a bit kena say by people that he owned my blog.if u people do not like what she blog about or BT STFU la, kaneenah cheebuy, fuck off. really had enough of ppl sabo-ing my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 18, 2009 11:52 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anonymous said... &lt;br /&gt;Beh&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy your blog. For many years I have been faithful to SIA, but I never have a chance to date a stewardess......pls continue and share your wonderful story with all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 14, 2009 5:20 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anonymous said... &lt;br /&gt;I would really love to f**k you, bcos you make it seem so trivial. If your niece has the same upbringing as your family, can I f**k her too when she is on the line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 17, 2009 12:43 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Phantom said... &lt;br /&gt;Who knows one day when I met you on street... I might wish to fuck you upside down baby... so as your niece... the juicy little pussy makes me horny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 6, 2009 2:29 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Beh said... &lt;br /&gt;The last 2 comments are unnecesary but understandable.You must be young,hot and horny.It is only natural so just let it go and say whatever you like here for I understand how you feel. Just hope your comments do not hurt the other people,that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 6, 2009 8:56 PM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-8378087536813337869?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/8378087536813337869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=8378087536813337869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8378087536813337869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8378087536813337869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-much-to-write-but-comments-are.html' title='Nothing much to write but the comments are interesting.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1973864568929032970</id><published>2009-08-21T21:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:34:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infrequent menstruation</title><content type='html'>I am having infrequent menses nowadays. Is it due to age or what? Could be a pre menopause sign? Something telling me I am getting old?&lt;br /&gt;Really sucks! One moment flying as a young thing and next feeling old.&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to slow down the aging process? Take the "fountain of youth"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1973864568929032970?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1973864568929032970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1973864568929032970' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1973864568929032970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1973864568929032970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2009/08/infrequent-menstration.html' title='Infrequent menstruation'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-5488980117322372840</id><published>2009-05-19T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:35:31.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad time for my niece</title><content type='html'>My niece found it difficult to go through the training as a trainee stewardess.During her first few flights damn she told me she wanted to resign but I encouraged her to go on. She plodded along but last week she tendered her resignation without even telling me.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious how is she going to go through life if flying is so stressful and difficult as she kept telling me.&lt;br /&gt;Poor girl! All the pampering and spoiling from her parents made her a jelly fish. I am disappointed with her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-5488980117322372840?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/5488980117322372840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=5488980117322372840' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5488980117322372840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5488980117322372840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad-time-for-my-niece.html' title='Sad time for my niece'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-6487157115990237658</id><published>2009-04-12T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:10:12.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been busy touring Ozzland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/SeFa1nyJc3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/d2bN2PscbtQ/s1600-h/caravan+pk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/SeFa1nyJc3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/d2bN2PscbtQ/s320/caravan+pk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323636111787520882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan my ex lover and best friend and I had in the last month been touring  Australia,living in caravan parks all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;We started our tour by hiring a car from Perth and drove around the country right down south to Esperance.&lt;br /&gt;Along the way,we had fun staying at Margaret River,Mandurah and other places. We met and made many friends during our travel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-6487157115990237658?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/6487157115990237658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=6487157115990237658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6487157115990237658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6487157115990237658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2009/04/joan-my-ex-lover-and-best-friend-and-i.html' title='Been busy touring Ozzland'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/SeFa1nyJc3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/d2bN2PscbtQ/s72-c/caravan+pk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-8232494821371070690</id><published>2009-01-19T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T14:28:37.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray my niece is a trainee stewardess now.</title><content type='html'>Thank you Brian and others for ur offer of assistance.My niece has gotten thru' the 17 jan interview and now waiting for her medical. Once passed she would undergo training at STC Changi. I heard her trainer could be a lady but not sure yet.&lt;br /&gt;We,niece,her parents and I celebrated her success at the Minori Japanese restaurant last week. This is a beautiful restaurant serving sushi,sashimi and other Japanese food. The menu was fantastically cheap. A buffet cost $27 +++ and you may eat as much as you like.The best on the menu was the sashimi. Sushi was not that great. Raimen was so so and the char han was average but what the heck,it's only about $30 each for lunch. We are tremendously happy for my niece for achieving what she wanted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-8232494821371070690?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/8232494821371070690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=8232494821371070690' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8232494821371070690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8232494821371070690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2009/01/hooray-my-niece-is-trainee-stewardess.html' title='Hooray my niece is a trainee stewardess now.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-5801815371896993972</id><published>2009-01-04T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:19:48.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a blessing in disguise.</title><content type='html'>My friend and I were supposed to be in Bangkok to usher in the New Year. We could have been to the Santika disco where the fire killed dozens of people. We were fortunate to have had the trip postponed. We got to thank my little girl who was sick and prevented us from going. Naturally at first we were upset but looking back we are lucky. I've got below 2 videos from YouTube about the fire at Santika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yq88URyCo0E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yq88URyCo0E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-pMYvJDHFM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m-pMYvJDHFM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="364"&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/5664349703227098600-5801815371896993972?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/5801815371896993972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=5801815371896993972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5801815371896993972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5801815371896993972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-was-blessing-in-disguise.html' title='It was a blessing in disguise.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-3983096337446511206</id><published>2009-01-03T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:47:32.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many from Sammyboy forum</title><content type='html'>There were a few thousands visitors here for the last 3 days from the above forum. Many came here because a few scums had been running me down like crazy. A few criticised my post on helping my niece to get into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIA&lt;/span&gt;. Others accused me faking this blog. Then there were some who repeatedly said that I am &lt;a href="http://www.bohtong.org"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Boh&lt;/span&gt; Tong&lt;/a&gt;. So what if I am a whore, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boh&lt;/span&gt; Tong,a fake or whatever? If you come here to criticise me you will find plenty to criticise but if you come here to enjoy reading about me you will also find plenty.&lt;div&gt;Yes I was and still am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nymphomaniac and a lesbian. Why should you be so concerned? It's my life is it not? Yes I had been fucked in my arse too and to be honest I didn't enjoy a bit of it! I let my partner enjoyed screwing my arse if they find it a enriching experience but to me it is yucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had tried everything there is to be done in sex. I had orgies with as many as 4 to 5 strong and old men before. I had been gang raped but I .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-3983096337446511206?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/3983096337446511206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=3983096337446511206' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3983096337446511206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3983096337446511206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2009/01/many-from-sammyboy-forum.html' title='Many from Sammyboy forum'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-5546363034978276735</id><published>2008-12-13T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:39:35.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old fart</title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious me there was an old man as old as bohtong who offered to bed me...haha. Btw i actually like old fart because they are loving and gentle in bed. They are harmless and the most they can is bed me once and the dicky would just lie dead.&lt;div&gt;BT is a lil different.He was a passionate lover and clever as well as naughty with his index finger. That itself would make me cum a hundred times..haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mind,mind I shd not talk nonsensical things,being a woman of my age...haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-5546363034978276735?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/5546363034978276735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=5546363034978276735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5546363034978276735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5546363034978276735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-fart.html' title='Old fart'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-5724968529333549772</id><published>2008-11-23T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T19:50:50.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My niece is an SIA cabin crew aspirant.</title><content type='html'>She still can't make it. Went to the 3rd round this morning and get booted out of the quest to be an SIA Girl. &lt;div&gt;I've persuaded my niece not to chase after that position but instead go overseas for her tertiary education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about me going to bed with any anyone who is able to help my niece get her dreams fulfilled is a little far-fetched isn't it? Btw I still do not have a suitable offer. To qualify,one must be a senior cabin crew management staff who can actually help her secure the job. As far as I know, none of those jokers dare to go to bed with me. They are too scared stiff they might lose their jobs. They are chicken btw...lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-5724968529333549772?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/5724968529333549772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=5724968529333549772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5724968529333549772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5724968529333549772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-niece-is-sia-cabin-crew-aspirant.html' title='My niece is an SIA cabin crew aspirant.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-3507751212019869665</id><published>2008-11-01T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:30:20.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will do anything for my niece.</title><content type='html'>I will sleep with anyone who can help my sweet little niece  get the job of a flight stewardess.... yes even if you are a female!&lt;br /&gt;Is the offer tempting enough for those guys who genuinely can help my niece? Will let you sleep with me 1 nite before and 2 nites after she achieved her dream of being a stewardess. Fair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-3507751212019869665?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/3507751212019869665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=3507751212019869665' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3507751212019869665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3507751212019869665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-do-anything-for-my-niece.html' title='I will do anything for my niece.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-3799979945389500727</id><published>2008-11-01T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:24:08.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is so ?</title><content type='html'>My niece who wanted desperately to be a stewardess with Singapore Airlines was called up for the Write-In interview at Airlines House just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;During one of the rounds my niece had the misfortune to meet this old hag who kept telling her that her accent was foreign. Think she wanted her to speak singlish instead. Stupid isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Just before the interview I tried to connect with a guy working in the office whom I knew quite passionately and who could have help my niece. This guy " Joe" was beating around the bush and gave me all sorts of crap excuses why he could not help my niece. Joe is in a position where he could have "pulled string". Guest I did not give a fantastic blow job during our flying days. I am still fucking pissed with him. No balls but talked alot about being in position of influence (that was before I asked him for assistance).&lt;br /&gt;The cabin crew people boast alot about their power to help and sack the crew. Help my jagadish!&lt;br /&gt;I've asked my niece to apply for Emirates instead. Forget about SQ!I told her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-3799979945389500727?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/3799979945389500727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=3799979945389500727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3799979945389500727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3799979945389500727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-is-so.html' title='She is so ?'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-2445913343875393624</id><published>2008-10-07T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:38:46.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying to help cc wannabes</title><content type='html'>Don't be stressed up for the cabin crew interview. Main thing is to be cool and relaxed and that's the qualities SQ look for in its crew. So if you happen to going for the next flight attendant interview,just be relaxed,cool,calm,steady and wear a lovely happy sincere smile.&lt;div&gt;Put on the pretties dress if you can and for guys wear a light colored shirt,pants and a cool beige jacket. The SQ interviewers love cool light color. As for the killer first self-intro round, go and get help from an English teacher. Don't never speak with an American accent or you will surely be booted out. English accent is more tolerable but no singlish please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you never forget to smile your ass out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/SOtKBU1kNhI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HHV3kvgUW5U/s1600-h/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/SOtKBU1kNhI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HHV3kvgUW5U/s320/smiley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254374776891520530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-2445913343875393624?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/2445913343875393624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=2445913343875393624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2445913343875393624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2445913343875393624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-trying-to-help-cc-wannabes.html' title='I&apos;m trying to help cc wannabes'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/SOtKBU1kNhI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HHV3kvgUW5U/s72-c/smiley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-9171475996413820874</id><published>2008-09-24T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:25:44.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The glamour of a flight stewardess's job.</title><content type='html'>Frankly,it is a glamouros job....I mean the stewardess position. It also depends on which airline you work for. If it is Singapore Airlines,it is a good bet. Salary-wised it is good compared to others. Roster-wised,it is still the best in that the cabin crew has longer stops at outstations eg. SQ 11 on the journey back from LA,the cabin crew stays 2 days in Tokyo. &lt;div&gt;Hello mind you,the cockpit crew are only allowed 1 day stay in this case. Best of all the cabin crew stays in downtown Tokyo,an area calls Shinjuku. They are put in a 5 star hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me which airlines allow its cabin crew to stay in an expensive place like Tokyo for 2 days (unless the airline flight frequency is 3 times a week to TYO)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emirates,Cathay,BA.........none of these airlines let their CC stay 2 days in Japan,at most it will be 24 hrs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also understand CC in SIA nowadays score as much as S$5,000 a month in take home pay because of the shortage of crew. They perhaps got to put in about 80 hrs duty time a month to get that 5k ( not too sure about the duty time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My niece want to get into SIA as a stewardess partly because of the attractive salary and partly because of the travel.SIA has an extremely good network of stations to nightstop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've to "gambaro"(try my best in Japanese)to get her into SIA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-9171475996413820874?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/9171475996413820874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=9171475996413820874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/9171475996413820874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/9171475996413820874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/09/glamour-of-flight-stewardesss-job.html' title='The glamour of a flight stewardess&apos;s job.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-6558308636153582776</id><published>2008-09-22T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:08:21.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with a vengence!</title><content type='html'>I was at Sheraton Tower Hotel yesterday escorting my niece to the SIA flight stewardess/steward Walk-In interview.&lt;div&gt;The queue was a mile long when we arrived at 9 am. There was a terrific buzz of enthusiasm amongst the cabin crew wannabes. There were more females than males, we noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time my niece finished her first round interview,there was even more cabin crew wannabes around. Many I noticed were disappointed for not even getting through the first round.There were 4 rounds of interview altogether. Scary isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have the urge to start a cabin crew wannabe school to help these poor souls. Many cannot speak proper English and others just do not know how to dress or wear make up suitable for the interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fees would be in the region of $300 for a 2 week course of 6 lessons.Each lesson would last about 3 hours. There would be some sort of gaurantee that my students would get the job of their dream. What do you people think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming back to my niece,she went all the way to the management round and failed! What a pity! Those old hag interviewers didn't like the way my niece looks. Well she was banned for a period of 2 months. Poor gal! But she will try again and this time I will personally make sure she gets in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-6558308636153582776?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/6558308636153582776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=6558308636153582776' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6558308636153582776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6558308636153582776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-with-vengence.html' title='Back with a vengence!'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-7779927979018570971</id><published>2008-09-22T09:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:21:21.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back but reluctantly..*sigh*</title><content type='html'>Yes I am back blogging. My last entry was in April this year. I left my blog to Boh Tong but he has urged me to come back here and blog again. I do this because there is a wierdo out somewhere who copied all my articles,bought a domain and made it looks like it was his stories. That ass's blog is &lt;a href="http://www.bohtong.com"&gt;http://www.bohtong.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please remember that blog did not belong to Boh Tong. The genuine Boh's blog is at &lt;a href="http://bohtong.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://bohtong.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the one with domain org has been cancelled by Boh Tong himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is Beh and and am former stewardess. I don't want to mention which airline I worked for because of legal issue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys stay tune to this blog and I will be back soon with more of my life stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-7779927979018570971?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://bohtong.blogspot.com' title='I am back but reluctantly..*sigh*'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/7779927979018570971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=7779927979018570971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7779927979018570971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7779927979018570971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-back-but-reluctantlysigh.html' title='I am back but reluctantly..*sigh*'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-4036096116282050551</id><published>2008-04-17T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:33:12.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beh has relinquish her blog.</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, Beh has given up her blog or rather has returned this blog to me ( I created for her,actually) and does not want to go on blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She is depressed and told me she had made a mistake by asking me to create this blog for her.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to say because I am as shocked as anyone else. Perhaps, I will come back here in the near future and blog about something else which you may find interesting. For now, I will just concentrate on my own &lt;a href="http://bohtong.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and of course, I would not delete this blog. I will keep it as a memory of our good friend Beh.&lt;br /&gt;Warmest Regards.......boh tong :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-4036096116282050551?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/4036096116282050551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=4036096116282050551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4036096116282050551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4036096116282050551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/04/beh-has-relinquish-her-blog.html' title='Beh has relinquish her blog.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-4295691672753105377</id><published>2008-04-17T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:50:39.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still around but .....</title><content type='html'>I've not gone missing my dear readers. It's just that I am feeling a bit down and start to question my mere existence. I often asked myself why am I here and what is my purpose of living. I don't understand how come I am feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;Called Joan few days ago and she confessed the same feelings too. She is depressed these days and is not interested in going on. It could be that I was affected after that call. I don't really understand. I want to go out and enjoy myself like I used to but I can't. Please forgive me if I am away from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;puter&lt;/span&gt; for a couple of days. I want to relate my feelings here but sometimes, I am scared because some people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accused&lt;/span&gt; me of being "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boh&lt;/span&gt; Tong" One even started a blog and post the url in our chatboxes and invited people to read the things he wrote about Boh being me. Why can't they leave us a lone? Even some of my regulars have doubts.&lt;br /&gt;I've resort to closing my blog to everybody except my friends but there again many regulars emailed me or Boh and asked permission to let them access my blogs. So I finally relented and let the whole world read it.&lt;br /&gt;I am really super sleepy now and going to catch some sleep. See ya,hopefully in a better mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-4295691672753105377?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/4295691672753105377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=4295691672753105377' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4295691672753105377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4295691672753105377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-still-around-but.html' title='I am still around but .....'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1245905973939184059</id><published>2008-04-08T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:01:58.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog is authored by Boh Tong?</title><content type='html'>Out there are jerks who said my blog was authored by Boh Tong. It was based on the assumption that my google ac no. was similiar to BT's.&lt;br /&gt;Time and again,I have explained BT came up with the blog and I merely type and publishes my stories. BT was the person who taught me about blogging ( I am learning from an old man about blogging *blush* *blush*).BT  set up the blog,chosed his favorite templates and gave me the user name and password and I just type my stories. Of course, BT put the googles advertisements on my blog and he makes the money. I don't need the bucks but BT needs it and it is a private arrangement. Is there anything wrong with that? Is that an issue? That stinking cock or pussy got the freaking cheek to accuse BT all sorts of misdeeds. Fucking narrow minded CCB jumping to conclusion just because my blog shares the same google i/d with BT.&lt;br /&gt;Latest I read in BT's blog is another CCB (chow chee bye) claimed that the all-about-bohtong's-blog is cloned by BT to attract more readership( the one with VOX template &lt;a href="http://keong161.vox.com/"&gt;http://keong161.vox.com&lt;/a&gt; ).&lt;br /&gt;I love this one &lt;a href="http://bohtonglover.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bohtonglover.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  who strongly supports BT. Good work my dear friends or friend for coming out with that blog in support of our old pal,Boh Tong.&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope more will come out in full support of BT who is very kind to entertain us with his stories and help some of us to learn how to blog.&lt;br /&gt;Ask BT to create a blog for you if you don't know how.Come don't be shy and it is FOC anyway. Those old uncles and aunties who want to start blogging but don't know how, email BT and he will be too eager to assist you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1245905973939184059?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1245905973939184059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1245905973939184059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1245905973939184059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1245905973939184059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-blog-is-authored-by-boh-tong.html' title='My blog is authored by Boh Tong?'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-9184032181640940759</id><published>2008-03-25T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:34:37.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been MIA for 2 weeks.....</title><content type='html'>Yeap I have gone freaking crazy and left for a 2 week break in New Zealand,spent time with Joan,my former lover.&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to forget about Taro and his affair with Jess. Right now, the three of us ain't talking anymore...no love lost anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Ron and I aren't loving anymore. We merely live as a couple for the sake of our 2 girls. Ever since Ron got involved with that young thingy, we can't get back to our normal sexual relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Joan is still as gorgeous as ever and I kinda still like her. But Joan is a change lady because she's no longer interested in being a lesbian or a bi anymore. Joan is more interested in her kiddies' welfare,like most mothers would,except me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder what the heck I am in this world for? I was a flight stewardess,a lesbian, a bi, a mother, a lover to few men and what have you. I am getting tired and I think I am going into that stage of "self actualisation". Maybe I am going to be a saint or a nun or something similiar....I am tired,tired of ................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-9184032181640940759?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/9184032181640940759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=9184032181640940759' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/9184032181640940759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/9184032181640940759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-been-mia-for-2-weeks.html' title='I have been MIA for 2 weeks.....'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-7117360842857017038</id><published>2008-03-09T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:28:44.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am broken hearted but I am seeking for revenge.</title><content type='html'>My Taro has left me inspite of the carrots I danggled in front of him. He is now living with Jess who is able to offer him a tighter pussy.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I think my pussy is loose and Taro don't find me attractive anymore. That freaken SOB is ungrateful and I am goin to teach him a lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought ok...am thinking of hiring a pro to go after that cock. Maine or cut off his dick would satisfy me. I am goin to do something bcox this aunty here is not goin to just sit back and let him fuck Jess endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering ok....how could Taro be such a darn good fucker.Is it because he is young or is it in his gene?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-7117360842857017038?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/7117360842857017038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=7117360842857017038' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7117360842857017038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7117360842857017038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-broken-hearted-but-i-am-seeking.html' title='I am broken hearted but I am seeking for revenge.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-5602766688368898097</id><published>2008-02-29T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:04:15.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taro why why??</title><content type='html'>Been freaken moody last few days. Had a big fight with Taro. I am jealous of him and Jess. They both seems to be so involved in their sex adventure and forgot about me.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm can't blame taro cos that young prick loves a tight pussy and Jess has it made for him. My isn't tight because I am a mother of 2.&lt;br /&gt;Jess's is juicer I supposed and that young cock is crazy about it. He never seems to get enough of her. Here I am left behind and felt betrayed by them.&lt;br /&gt;Taro lost all the goodies which he got from me like the monthly allowances,the car etc etc. Maybe darling Jess could finance his education etc etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-5602766688368898097?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/5602766688368898097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=5602766688368898097' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5602766688368898097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5602766688368898097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/02/taro-why-why.html' title='Taro why why??'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1353002546363307853</id><published>2008-02-28T20:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:00:46.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Click to customize this Kimi-Image with your own Messages and Photos on Imikimi.com!" href="http://imikimi.org/link/link_through/42236130?ismap="&gt;&lt;img src="http://images30.imikimi.com/image/images_full/42236130.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1353002546363307853?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1353002546363307853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1353002546363307853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1353002546363307853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1353002546363307853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/02/click-to-customize-this-kimi-image-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1647785935140957589</id><published>2008-02-28T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:12:15.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images47.imikimi.com/image/images_full/41976647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1647785935140957589?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1647785935140957589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1647785935140957589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1647785935140957589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1647785935140957589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-2802250815342251077</id><published>2008-02-24T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T11:37:56.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jess is so sweet.</title><content type='html'>We had a 3some in Jess's place and that was Taro,me and Jess. She lives in a beautiful cosy 2 bedroomed apartment in the east coast. The apartment is new and Jess had bought it not so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;We had some much fun during one of weekdays when Jess took leave from her work. First, we played a game called strip poker and by the time it ended, Taro and Jess was naked and I was stripped to my panty.&lt;br /&gt;Damn! on seeing me almost naked, Taro couldn't hold back any longer. He must have missed me or my naked body a lot. He almost ripped my panty apart and put his tongue into my cunt. He began to explore my pussy as though to check whether I had behaved myself when I was away from him the whole of last week.&lt;br /&gt;Without much ado,Jess took hold of Taro's hard prick and began "blowing" and&lt;br /&gt;and sucking it.&lt;br /&gt;We made so much noises that Jess got worried about her neighbours. Nevertheless we went on making love with Taro having me and Jess "bjing" Taro at the same time . We alternate our roles and positions until the three of us  "came" almost together and fell exhausted to the carpeted floor of Jess's room.&lt;br /&gt;After the screwing session, we had our bath in Jess's huge bathroom which can accommodate 3 to 4 adults at one time. We soaked ourselves in the warm scented water and started our session again but this time with me making love to Jess. I was rather surprised that Jess enjoyed when I made love to her.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,Taro soaked himself to a short nap in the bath-tub.&lt;br /&gt;I began to recall my lesbian days when I made love with Jess. I did enjoy alot with female but Jess was a bit different than Joan or Helen. She was a bi-sexual just like me,with the lust for men as well as women.&lt;br /&gt;The three of us spent the whole day and night together with very little clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;When the KFC guy delivered our order, he almost fainted when I opened the door in semi nude. Half of my body was exposed and my busts were just hanging out of my bath towel which I wrapped hurriedly on hearing the doorbell rang. I think he drooled on seeing my almost naked body. Had he been a little bit more attractive,I would have invited him in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-2802250815342251077?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/2802250815342251077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=2802250815342251077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2802250815342251077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2802250815342251077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/02/jess-is-so-sweet.html' title='Jess is so sweet.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-230038092089996603</id><published>2008-02-19T09:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T10:09:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jess begging for more.</title><content type='html'>Jess never seems to have enough of Taro. After that first night, Jess kept calling me to have another 3some. I was really really overstretched and can't obliged her. I have a family to attend to and was busy with the kiddies' studies and other family commitment.Nevertheless I gave Jess  Taro's handphone numbers and they both had a date on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Heard from Jess last night that she had to resort to taking medical leave yesterday as she was "bruised" by Taro. They had a rough and wild  session and Taro was too "strong" for her. I don't pity her as she enjoyed herself as never before.&lt;br /&gt;From the way Jess described to me how she was  "sexed" by Taro, I began to feel a tinge of jealousy creeping up in me. I must try to contain this awful feeling inside me. I must not let it overwhelm me because Jess is my good friend and Taro was only our "toy boy".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-230038092089996603?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/230038092089996603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=230038092089996603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/230038092089996603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/230038092089996603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/02/jess-begging-for-more.html' title='Jess begging for more.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-3741849378842566676</id><published>2008-02-14T16:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:10:19.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taro Taro we love you.</title><content type='html'>Last few days had been hectic. First my PC was hacked and some articles were deleted and then Ron called to say he won't be back for another 2 weeks (as though I care). Taro and I were "heavy going" the last few days and nights,moving from one hotel to another so as not to be spotted by some PI ( in case Ron had hired them). The most tiring and hectic event was the almost non-stop fucking we had.&lt;br /&gt;My girl friend Jess joined Taro and I in a hotel last night. Taro spiked her drinks and when she was drowsy, we stripped her naked and I watched Taro did his specialty i.e. licking and tonguing her arse until the poor Jess begged for a fuck from Taro. Instead, Taro tied Jess to the bedside with a cord and shagged me in her presence.&lt;br /&gt;The shagging and with Jess watching made me reached my orgasm countless times. Jess had never enjoyed so much in her life,she later told us. Of course, after I was pumped out by Taro, Jess had her turn. Taro was cockstanically nice to Jess. He shot his last drop of sperm into Jess's mouth and mine. After that we were really shagged out. The 3 of us slept naked until early this morning when Jess had to go work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-3741849378842566676?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/3741849378842566676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=3741849378842566676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3741849378842566676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3741849378842566676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/02/taro-taro-we-love-you.html' title='Taro Taro we love you.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-9078939710529100670</id><published>2008-02-13T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T23:18:56.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new found toy,Taro.</title><content type='html'>Taro,my &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; knows I blog about him and he is sooo proud of it. Boy oh boy I am so madly in &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; with him. Who wouldn't when a handsome well built kid of 19 is your lover? I feel rejuvenated again and Taro has added a new dimension in my otherwise boring life.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid,yes I am of losing Taro one day. It is inevitable but that is the sad truth for he is damn young and good looking and I am an relatively old hack who only want &lt;strong&gt;sex,sex,sex &lt;/strong&gt;and endless sex from a young man. It would be too much for Taro that I demanded nothing less than a wonderful time with him each time we are in bed.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Taro,sometimes he was overstretched by me that I begin to suspect he would leave me asap. But he won't because I am holding the key to his future and that is my sponsorship of his education and the luxuries he has begun to enjoy since meeting me.&lt;br /&gt;Talking about sponsorship, I promised Taro I would buy him a &lt;strong&gt;car &lt;/strong&gt;if he is "good" to me. See where in the world would Taro find an aunty like me? One who would freely give him money,gifts and an experienced and juicy pussy.&lt;br /&gt;When I think of my generousity towards Taro it reminds me of the good old late Mr. Lim. He was to me like I am now to Taro. The only difference is Mr. Lim was made used by  and got zero out of me except a few BJs and kisses and sweet fuck all talk. Taro on the other hand had to work hard for a few peanuts from me. Anyhow,I still owed a lot,yes hell of a lot to Mr. Lim.&lt;br /&gt;There is this vicious cycle going around. I used Mr. Lim for my benefit and advantages and Taro is using me now. The only fear I have now is losing Taro when he becomes financially independant. I bet a lot of younger and juicier pussies are out there hungrying for his hard and sweet dick.&lt;br /&gt;After being f****** like crazy by Taro,I would lay naked with him on the bed thinking and thinking how to keep my lover boy to myself while he would fiddle with his new toy,a new &lt;strong&gt;handphone&lt;/strong&gt; I just bought him.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in the world that excite this aunty anymore,yes nothing except my sweet Taro. I have to scheme to keep Taro to myself for the next.....what next couple of years? keep him to me till I die. But how....how??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taro my young lover is such a sweet darling. He would literary obey my command. During our love making session,Taro would start with kissing and licking my toes gently inch by inch until his lips reach my pussy. He would then cover my little juicy pussy with his hungry mouth. He would slowly wriggle his strong long tongue into my virgina and explore the sides. After the exploration,he would suck my hard &lt;strong&gt;nipples&lt;/strong&gt; until I cry and beg him to fuck me.&lt;br /&gt;Then Taro would lift my both legs over his shoulder and insert his cock into my pussy and jab me on and on until I could'nt take it anymore. At this point, Taro would flip me over and start to kiss my arse and mutter things like my arse is shaped like a pear or peach and all the imaginative things that would cross his mind.&lt;br /&gt;Taro has this nice habit of putting his tongue into my anus and play with it. This is about the weakest of my strengh and he would go on and on until I beg him to fuck me from the back.......wow I'm beginning to feel like having a fuck right now ......but Taro is not with me.....its only my husband Ron in the next bedroom....shall I ask Ron? mmmm....."No fish prawn will do" ( Hokiien expression that half a loaf is better than no bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron has left Singapore and be away for a week on a business trip. Of course,after all the CNY visits,Taro and I spent our last two days together in a &lt;strong&gt;hotel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully the world has invented the &lt;strong&gt;mobile phone &lt;/strong&gt;which can be used as a devious instrument to cheat on my husband. Ron called yesterday from overseas and I was with Taro in bed,halfway making love. Luckily I have the mobile otherwise I would have to give him a long explanation when he comes home.&lt;br /&gt;Taro was reckless. While talking to my "darling hubby" Taro fucked me from behind and the sensation of his dick in my pussy almost made me yell in ecstasy over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Taro told me later on that he was "turned on" when he heard me talking sweet fuckall to my hubby. Taro did a better job when he heard me being "sweet" to another man.&lt;br /&gt;The moment Ron's bade me goodbye and I cut off the &lt;strong&gt;mobile phone&lt;/strong&gt;, Taro shot his warm sperm into my pussy. I came almost a second later. .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-9078939710529100670?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/9078939710529100670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=9078939710529100670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/9078939710529100670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/9078939710529100670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-found-toytaro.html' title='My new found toy,Taro.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-3340479475921273828</id><published>2008-01-15T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:42:18.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of my trip to Japan.</title><content type='html'>It was a rather nice holiday for us all. Japan is an expensive play and the language is difficult to master. As for Ron,he is fluent in Japanese and he was our "guide"&lt;br /&gt;The kids love Disneyland and all the rides and had great fun. We also met Ron's &lt;a href="http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/03/rest-of-osaka-trip.html"&gt;friends in Osaka&lt;/a&gt;,the yakuza bosses. As usual,Ron's friends treated us extremely well.&lt;br /&gt;Away from my story now. I would like to talk about those guys who think I am making up my stories. If you think so,so be it. If you do not like what I blog,please do not visit me. From now on,I will ban,like I just did to "tong" and a few other "pain in the neck" visitors who did nothing but condemned me in my shoutbox.&lt;br /&gt;My Sbox is put up for my loyal fans. If you are a "doubting Thomas" the least you could do after reading,buzz off and do not comment.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to be put off by those sickening people.I am going to carry on blogging and kicking people in their arses.&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank Susie,&lt;a href="http://darememore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dare_me&lt;/a&gt;,Old Uncle and all those whom I count as my friends here for supporting me.&lt;br /&gt;These last couple of days I was feeling too good. You know the panic attack stuff. Shit it takes at least 5 years off my life. Sorry for my language but I feel like exclaiming it......SH**!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-3340479475921273828?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/3340479475921273828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=3340479475921273828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3340479475921273828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3340479475921273828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/01/rest-of-my-trip-to-japan.html' title='The rest of my trip to Japan.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-4135369330304250032</id><published>2008-01-02T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:47:09.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New 2008 year from my heart.</title><content type='html'>Thanks a million to you guys out there who missed me. Now remember,Beh here also misses you guys like crazy. I had been thinking of you sweet people who visited my blog so very often and yet I had let you down by disappearing for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;But what the heck I am back in SIN (Singapore n not sin as in living in sin haha)finally.&lt;br /&gt;The holiday in Japan was fun but I kinda missed home more. My family seems to enjoy Japan more than me but when it came to food,wow I enjoyed more than them.&lt;br /&gt;Ron now and then still steals a look at those young Japanese girls. Mmm.. can't blame Ron either because the Jap girls were pretty sexy and daring in their dressing.Ron is still a relatively young man and I am aging faster than him esp after giving birth twice. I tried not to be jealous and as long as I don't know what he is doing,I don't care a damn.&lt;br /&gt;Me too not an angel cos I still love to admire handsome looking men.Another weak point I have is the soft spot for pretty demure looking Asian girls. Do I still have that lesbianism traits in me?? Ah.. my life is too mixed up and I am a confused "old" lady.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to start life on a joyful and cheerful note and gonna shun all those criticism about my personnal life. I will go on enjoying the comps and flatteries from the nice readers.&lt;br /&gt;I like to let out a little secret about my naughty activities while in Japan. I will tell you about them in the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-4135369330304250032?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/4135369330304250032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=4135369330304250032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4135369330304250032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4135369330304250032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-2008-year-from-my-heart.html' title='Happy New 2008 year from my heart.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-6169215156952735157</id><published>2007-12-31T14:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:35:14.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes finally I am home.</title><content type='html'>We came back from our holiday yesterday.It was tiring all these time but enjoyable though. We toured Japan right from Hokiado in the north to Kyushu in the south. But no regret at all and money well spent.&lt;br /&gt;Many things have occurred since I last blogged. I know Joan was not pleased with my revelation of my past sex life. I respect Joan for her views and concern for me but I am a grown up woman.&lt;br /&gt;Joan and I had couple of frank talk over the phone several times when I was in Japan and she had decided to let me blog whatever I want to. After all it is my life and my blog. Admittedly,I still have a soft spot for Joan but as a good friend only.&lt;br /&gt;Hope my fans here welcome me back and I must confess that I miss them alot.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be honest and frank about my past and I enjoy telling the world about them. If anyone  is offended with my contents, my advice to them is please do not come here. Afterall,there are billions of blogs out there and go and visit them.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to recuperate from my hectic travel and will blog again soon. Please stay tune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-6169215156952735157?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/6169215156952735157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=6169215156952735157' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6169215156952735157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6169215156952735157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/12/yes-finally-i-am-home.html' title='Yes finally I am home.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-92362037883065663</id><published>2007-12-15T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T10:29:29.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Beh's adversaries!</title><content type='html'>To those who cruelly criticised Beh you are now relieved to hear that Beh is no longer coming back to blog. Happy now jackasses?&lt;br /&gt;However to Beh's fans, I apologise on her behalf and I ask you guys to simply forget Beh.&lt;br /&gt;This blog will remain open forever.Good luck and thank you for all those who supported Beh in time of her difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;Joan here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-92362037883065663?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/92362037883065663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=92362037883065663' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/92362037883065663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/92362037883065663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-behs-adversaries.html' title='Hello Beh&apos;s adversaries!'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1777781317122609932</id><published>2007-12-05T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:14:23.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From me,Joan to you out here!</title><content type='html'>Don't flatter Beh and get her to tell you about her intimatcy. You people are just opportunists,waiting to pounce on poor innocent Beh.You encourage her to reveal about her intimacy with her boyfriends,telling you guys how she was f###### and enjoy every bit of it. You guys are sex maniac and have nothing better to do. Some even wanted to date her out and some have asked for her phone nos. &lt;br /&gt;For all Beh was, I know she is a sweet and naivee lady and easily exploited by the flattery of your empty words. Probably those who wanted to date her would want to screw or even rape her.&lt;br /&gt;From now onwards, you would not hear of such nonsense as Beh being screwed by other men because I am going to control what she blogs. Beh will listen to me and she always know that my advice is good for her.&lt;br /&gt;Boooooo to you all and this Joan signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1777781317122609932?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1777781317122609932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1777781317122609932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1777781317122609932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1777781317122609932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-mejoan-to-you-out-here.html' title='From me,Joan to you out here!'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-9035920328347752101</id><published>2007-11-27T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:32:37.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I have to stop blogging about myself??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Precious Beh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read your latest few entries with sadness inmy heart. You have&lt;br /&gt;revealed too much of your personal life esp. regarding sex. I am&lt;br /&gt;afraid for you because a lot of opportunists out there in cyberspace&lt;br /&gt;will be targetting you. They will somehow find ways to get to you.&lt;br /&gt;Please dear don't take chances and don't be taken in by their false&lt;br /&gt;praises for you. They are wolves in sheep's clothing. Take my advice&lt;br /&gt;sweetie and I beg you to stop writing about your personal life. BT is&lt;br /&gt;wise,so take his advice. There is nothing to gain by revealing too&lt;br /&gt;much about yourself except notoriety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya always,&lt;br /&gt;Joan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received the above email from my best friend Joan from New Zealand and it is self explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;Should I take her advice??? Joan sounded very sincere and I respect her view. So I may have to pause here for a while and think things over. Maybe the upcoming Japan holiday will do me some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-9035920328347752101?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/9035920328347752101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=9035920328347752101' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/9035920328347752101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/9035920328347752101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-i-have-to-stop-blogging-about-myself.html' title='Do I have to stop blogging about myself??'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-5472182644056418173</id><published>2007-11-25T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T19:50:22.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and two men? Oh yes it was!!!</title><content type='html'>Coming back to my story about the three of us Capt,Eric and I in the hotel room in LA, I was being licked and sucked by Capt till I almost died.&lt;br /&gt;The next moment and before I knew it, Capt shoved his hard c*** into my wet pussy and I let out a loud yell.... and pleaded with him "oh darling shag me harder", in between my bj-ing of Eric's.&lt;br /&gt;This went on for I don't know how long and the two men swapped places and I now had Eric's dick in my slippery and pleading pussy while I was sucking Capt's.&lt;br /&gt;In less than a minute, Capt couldn't hold any longer and swiftly pulled out his dick and shot my face with his warm sperm..." I love you sweetie, I love you darling.."..Capt whispered into my ears.&lt;br /&gt;Eric was the better lover of the two. He was lustful and had a big strong one that went on and on until I came a hundred times. In between shagging me, Eric would pull out his hard prick and pushed it into my mouth and I would just gone on sucking and licking and rubbing it all over my face.&lt;br /&gt;All this time, Capt was in the bathroom washing up,I think. Eric and I went on for the next 20 minutes or so before he let out all of his manhood into my cunt and yelled out loud with great satisfaction.Phew! it was horribly indescribable&lt;br /&gt;The three of us then sprawled on the king sized bed and took a rest and within the next ten minutes, we ...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-5472182644056418173?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/5472182644056418173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=5472182644056418173' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5472182644056418173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5472182644056418173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-and-two-men-oh-yes-it-was.html' title='Me and two men? Oh yes it was!!!'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-7749214695676026134</id><published>2007-11-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T22:14:52.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and two men and my hubby Ron.</title><content type='html'>I went to look for Ron,my hubby who was still in bed. Slowly,I stripped his pyjama pants off and gave him a bj. He was half asleep and he groaned as though he was in a dream enjoying some other woman's bj. I just could not care anymore whoever he was dreaming of but I quietly enjoy myself bj-ing and fantasising it was Eric's dick in my little mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Ron turned over and woke up with disbelief that it was me at 9 plus in the morning hungering for a f***. He didn't know that my blogging about Capt and Eric had sexually stimulated me but he obliged.&lt;br /&gt;Damn Ron!!! ..he came so quickly and it was all over before I could even reach my climax. I swore at Ron for being unable to satisfy my sexual desire. Ron sucks these days. His prick is hardly hard and I think either he is tired of me or age is catching up with him.&lt;br /&gt;Ron went to the washroom and I was still in bed naked. While Ron was having his shower,I played with my clitoris and masturbated,calling for Eric and Capt......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-7749214695676026134?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/7749214695676026134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=7749214695676026134' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7749214695676026134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7749214695676026134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-and-two-men-and-my-hubby-ron.html' title='Me and two men and my hubby Ron.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-5890009438914772546</id><published>2007-11-23T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:03:01.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and two men?</title><content type='html'>I was tempted to have Eric and Capt f*** me but I was apprehensive. The thought of them loving me was exhilarating because I have to admit I did fantasise having handsome men screwing me at the same time. But here,in the hotel room,I was faced with the reality of doing it with Eric and Capt.It was no more a fantasy.It was a reality. Should I or should I not?&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Capt caught hold of me and in front of the "shy" Eric tore off my blouse.My boobs were exposed cos I did not have my bra on. Capt. gestured to Eric to help him stripped me off my jeans,which Eric did with some hesitation at first.&lt;br /&gt;In less than 30 seconds, I was naked. I felt so shy at first and I ran into the bathroom and hid myself. I was shy not because of Capt but Eric. Besides,I have never made love with two men. &lt;br /&gt;I shut the bathroom door but Capt kept knocking and persuading me to come out. I refused and shouted back to him that I was not able to give myself in to two men at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Just before I could say anything more,the door flung opened and the two good looking men came into the bathroom and swept me off my feet. &lt;br /&gt;In a moment,I was on the bed with Capt and Eric. They were both nude and mind What a awesome body Eric had! &lt;br /&gt;I could not control myself and grabbed hold of Eric's hard dick,put it in my mouth and suck it hard until he begged me to go on and on. Meanwhile, Capt was enjoying quietly by licking my pussy. Gosh the feeling inside me was indescribable. Those of you experienced women know what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to stop here for a while because I can't hold myself steady now. I am having my orgasm as I blog about the incident. Please forgive me and let me have a break. I just can't take it any longer and I am going to look for .........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-5890009438914772546?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/5890009438914772546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=5890009438914772546' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5890009438914772546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5890009438914772546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/11/me-and-two-men.html' title='Me and two men?'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-6504084496074255902</id><published>2007-11-22T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T09:59:59.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I met Eric from LA.</title><content type='html'>The next day I was introduced to Eric,Capt A's friend from LA. The three of us went out for lunch and Eric drove us around the beautiful city of Los Angeles.By the time we arrived back at Capt's hotel room we were all exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;I had a shower and joined them for dinner later in the evening. We had Chinese food for dinner at a restaurant and later on proceeded to a pub for a "few" drinks. All of us drank like fishes.&lt;br /&gt;We got back to the hotel very late that night and Eric left after dropping us. Capt and I continued drinking and chatting and about 15 minutes later,Eric called Capt. Eric had left his briefcase in the room and wanted to come back and collect it. &lt;br /&gt;Eric apologised for interrupting our time together but we reassured him it was ok. In fact Capt insisted Eric stayed and join us for a few drinks.&lt;br /&gt;All along I had noticed Eric was a handsome and suave guy who was quite shy. He was not very talkative like us but his silence was something that attracted me. I like quiet and reserved type of man. Eric was attractive and I thought boy how nice it would be, to be held by him in his muscular arms. Suddenly,I felt so guilty at the thought of flirting with Eric.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-6504084496074255902?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/6504084496074255902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=6504084496074255902' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6504084496074255902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6504084496074255902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-met-eric-from-la.html' title='I met Eric from LA.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1107613689273360081</id><published>2007-11-20T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:21:20.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite captain.</title><content type='html'>During my flying stint,my favorite captain was a Chinese guy and his name starts with an "A". He was dashing and handsome and a skillful pilot. When I started to fly with Capt A,he was already married to an ex stewardess. They did not have any kids because his wife was barren. He sometimes joked with me by asking me to "mother" him a few children.&lt;br /&gt;His wife was a no nonsense woman,fiercely jealous of her husband. Before Capt. A could be closer to any girl,his wife would nipped their relationship in the bud,so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;I took a great liking to Capt A and there were occasions when he would grabbed hold of me and kissed me in the mouth when I walked into the cockpit. His FO would just gasped his breath and looked out of the window as if to say "I didn't see anything".&lt;br /&gt;One day,while we were in LA, Capt. A invited me to his hotel room for a drink. I noticed he bought his own bottle of Scotch and not like others who would steal from the aircraft bar.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. was not a cheapskate.He was a big spender and would spend a few hundred dollars whenever we dined together at our overseas stops.&lt;br /&gt;While in his room that night we drank ourselves silly that we landed in bed naked but unable to do anything else.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, we both woke up with a headache each,from the effect of the alcohol. Luckily for us, it was Black Label which did not gave us that bad a hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, we soaked ourselves in the bathtub. We made love like as though it was our last. Our love making in the bath lasted at least an hour. Capt A had three ejaculations and all in my little mouth and myself countless orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fully satisfied,we went to a nearby restaurant and had steak for lunch. After lunch,we went shopping at downtown LA. The shopping was not that interesting and we both went back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time in his room,Capt A asked me whether I would mind if he asked a man friend of his in LA to join us in our love making. He showed me his friend's photo and by George,he was as handsome as Capt A himself.&lt;br /&gt;Off course, I started to blush and said no to the idea. I told A I was a conservative girl and can't bring myself to have a threesome. He winked cheekily at me and said some day I may regret for turning down his request.&lt;br /&gt;A spent the whole evening trying to convince me it would be the thrill of my life if I let him and his handsome friend f***** me.&lt;br /&gt;Then I began to be convinced by A,little by little and I could feel my panty getting soaked with ******.....hmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1107613689273360081?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1107613689273360081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1107613689273360081' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1107613689273360081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1107613689273360081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-favorite-captain.html' title='My favorite captain.'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-3450829811629210162</id><published>2007-11-19T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T19:14:00.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love me or hate me for all I care!</title><content type='html'>I have reached a stage where I do not care what people think about me anymore. Don't like me or call me anything you want for all I care. After all,it is my life and whether it's good or bad,I don't share it with anyone else except my family...or perhaps with a few of my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;Hey man, a slut like me has lots of money and a fantastic family....don't you bitches out there envy me??&lt;br /&gt;I have been f****** by ang mor or whoever, I am gonna blog them here.I am gonna tell the truth whether it hurts anyone or not. Don't like it then don't visit me,fair?&lt;br /&gt;Alright for those who are interested in my stories,starting tomorrow or the day after,you will read more about the intimacy of private life....see you then....goodbye for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-3450829811629210162?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/3450829811629210162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=3450829811629210162' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3450829811629210162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3450829811629210162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-me-or-hate-me-for-all-i-care.html' title='Love me or hate me for all I care!'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-2500299202122417438</id><published>2007-11-16T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T14:47:58.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've a confession to make.</title><content type='html'>Remember about that rich old passenger friend of mine Mr. Lim who left me with some properties in New Zealand when he passed away?&lt;br /&gt;In my &lt;a href="http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/04/sayorana-helen-chan-arigato-lim-san.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;earlier entry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I told you that I did not give Mr. Lim anything except my time of going out with him. I lied and I am sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;Now since some people here are calling me a "slut",I don't feel bad about telling the truth anymore. Call me or let me be a "slut", for all I care . I also realised that many more people reading my blog do not believe I am or was that bad. They appreciate my honesty and frankness not like some hypocritical bitches who like to be F****** by any Tom,Dick or Harry but refused to admit. We adults know that when it comes to sex,the more imaginative and innovative one is the more we enjoy it. Few does it under the blanket or with clothes on if they can help it...admit it you people who called me a "slut"..don't pretend ok because sex is something beautiful and not frown at, unless of course you do it because you just want to have babies.&lt;br /&gt;Yes talking about this old friend Mr. Lim, I did have him made love to me. He would have screwed me but he can't because his dick could not erect properly. His was soft and weak and I even bj for him but without much success. Each time his erected,I tried to put it into my pussy but it flipped and died off. Luckily for me during those times,Viagra was not invented yet.&lt;br /&gt;I made no apology for what I blog here.If you don't like it,you do not have to visit my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-2500299202122417438?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/2500299202122417438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=2500299202122417438' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2500299202122417438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2500299202122417438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-confession-to-make.html' title='I&apos;ve a confession to make.'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-4431895538917762169</id><published>2007-11-14T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T09:49:18.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream ..continues</title><content type='html'>In this dream,I gave King a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bj&lt;/span&gt; and he immediately let out a groan and came in my mouth. Suddenly, I woken up to find Ron my hubby's **** in my mouth,groaning in ecstasy. I am quite shy to admit but I was rather disappointed that it was not King. Then memories of the love makings ( but King has never screwed me )I had with King kept coming back and I was sexually thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;After a good 20 minutes of fiddling with Ron's ****,he had another erection and this time we made love passionately till dawn. Of course, to me the love making was imagined to be with King and Ron. I somehow like to fantasise I was with other handsome men when my hubby screws me and in this way I reach my orgasm faster and more enjoyable. I think most women fantasise but too shy to admit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-4431895538917762169?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/4431895538917762169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=4431895538917762169' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4431895538917762169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4431895538917762169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-dream-continues.html' title='I had a dream ..continues'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-5510473312335297384</id><published>2007-11-11T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:14:02.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a funny dream and was debating whether to blog about it or not. Anyhow,I thought my readers should know about it and her I am.&lt;br /&gt;It was about this Caucasian passenger whom I used to go out with during my flying days. I broke off with him because he lied to me he was a widower and I found out that he was a married man with a child. It was heart breaking for me to leave him because I had a special feeling for him at that time.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you "old timers" to my blog knew whom I am talking about but for those of you who are pretty new here you may read about my &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;a href="http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/02/mr-king-wanted-me-to-be-2.html"&gt;adventure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" with him. His name was King, a stunningly handsome man. He was well dressed as usual, with his branded pair of jeans and wearing one of the world's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://btfashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;most expensive watches&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a diamond studded gold Rolex.&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, we met again, this time on a cruise ship. King was as dashing as when I knew him. He took me in his arms and kissed me on my lips without giving me a chance to resist. At that moment I was so weak and in return kissed him passionately. He put his gentle large hand under my blouse and cupped my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bohplas.blogspot.com/"&gt;boobs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I was without a bra at that time. This all happened on the ship deck under the moonlit night. Suddenly, I unzipped his pants and kelt down to kiss his **** but he shoved it into my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;To continue soon....sorry about that cos someone is at the door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-5510473312335297384?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/5510473312335297384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=5510473312335297384' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5510473312335297384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5510473312335297384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-6067642305956764274</id><published>2007-11-07T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:59:12.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am grateful.</title><content type='html'>Not only am I grateful to my readers who had given the thumbs up for my blog. If you look at the Polls on the mid right column you would notice that 7 said they love my blog and only one said neutral.None said they hated my blog.So I must be doing the right thing although I do not have more than a hundred visitors in any one day for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I understand uncle Boh Tong has a part-time job now and he is pretty busy.His blog is getting more fiery,attacking captains,myself and others. I do not know what went on in his mind when he mentioned to the whole world that I am mentally unbalanced and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;Better to talk about something more interesting than uncle BT. I've heard recently a couple of stewardesses are having wild parties in a condo of the east coast. It was orgy,alcohol and drugs. The latter,I am not too sure though.The parties went on right until the wee hour of the morning. All sort of men could be sported there. There were caucasion and local men. The girls are in their early twenties. &lt;br /&gt;One of the female particants was so pissed that she did not turn up for work. She had a bad record of absence and that was the last straw.Eventually,she was dismissed after a short inquiry. Poor bitch!&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see there would be bad things come out of these wild sexy parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-6067642305956764274?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/6067642305956764274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=6067642305956764274' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6067642305956764274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6067642305956764274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-grateful.html' title='I am grateful.'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-414388445855739754</id><published>2007-11-03T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:31:08.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad News and Good News</title><content type='html'>The bad news is I am not pregnant and the good news is also I am not pregnant. Pros and cons of being pregnant. But overall,I do not regret for being not pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we are carrying on with our holiday plan to Japan. Oh how I look forward to the Onsen,Sashimi,Sushi,Okonomiyaki so on and so forth. Yes all the Japanese food and fruits! &lt;br /&gt;Japanese men? No comments. But the Japanese girls are lovely,petite and sexy,well mostly.&lt;br /&gt;So far no one here has any suggestion or recommendation or advice for us pertaining to our holiday. &lt;br /&gt;If I had been pregnant,we would have to cancel our holiday plan. It will be very sad indeed. &lt;br /&gt;Next year,perhaps Hawaii and Las Vegas. Will blog about it here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-414388445855739754?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/414388445855739754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=414388445855739754' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/414388445855739754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/414388445855739754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/11/bad-news-and-good-news.html' title='Bad News and Good News'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-6741125236094453334</id><published>2007-10-30T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:40:37.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales from Singapore.</title><content type='html'>Tales from Singapore is a blog that contain true stories written by a Security Consultant. Some the tales are interesting and funny while others are scary and firghtening. Click &lt;a href="http://darememore.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-6741125236094453334?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/6741125236094453334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=6741125236094453334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6741125236094453334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6741125236094453334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/10/tales-from-singapore.html' title='Tales from Singapore.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-4453748065094465000</id><published>2007-10-30T06:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T10:17:40.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panic attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joel'/><title type='text'>Am I pregnant again?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I am going to be a mother again. I've missed my "period" this time around. No, no don't have that evil thoughts in your mind. If I am pregnant,Ron is the father of the unborn child,no doubt about it. No one "touched" me in the last few months except Ron(since he came back to me) and Joel. &lt;br /&gt;As for Joel,he couldn't do a damn thing,let alone make me pregnant. So it is Ron my dearest hubby.&lt;br /&gt;I will wait and see how my "period" is going to be. Am I really pregnant? Of course,I can DIY test and find out but won't do it now.You know sometimes,suspense  makes your life interesting and keeps you going. I love suspense and perhaps that was one of the reasons I've suffered from Panic Attack. Nevertheless, PA or no PA,I won't be finding out about my prenancy,at least for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-4453748065094465000?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/4453748065094465000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=4453748065094465000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4453748065094465000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4453748065094465000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/10/am-i-pregnant-again.html' title='Am I pregnant again?'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1515330534358488870</id><published>2007-10-26T17:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:34:15.884+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='okonomiyaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sashimi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onsen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot springs'/><title type='text'>Winter Holiday in Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dXX96Hv9Esc/RyGv-j9yr4I/AAAAAAAABNU/vZEsAovbRzE/s1600-h/hotspring.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dXX96Hv9Esc/RyGv-j9yr4I/AAAAAAAABNU/vZEsAovbRzE/s400/hotspring.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125571340265500546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron and I are thinking of having a holiday in Japan this coming December,with the kids of course. We kind of miss the onsen or Japanese hot springs since we've stopped flying. It would be great to soak ourselves in these hot springs as they could provide a great relief from the hustle and bustle of city life in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone any suggestions for us? You know like which are the best places to visit in Japan. We know of a few places but they are getting stale as we had been there before,like the Toyko Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;We also love the &lt;a href="http://myfood2.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japanese food &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;especially those that are prepared there. The sashimi and sushi are fresh especially in the cold winter months. Ramen is delicious. Okonomiyaki is fantastic. Kobe beef is superb and it is not expensive as one think it is. Dinner of Kobe in a reasonably good resturauant for two with appetiser and dessert would cost S$300. Yummmiiii...just can't wait to savour the food in Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1515330534358488870?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1515330534358488870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1515330534358488870' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1515330534358488870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1515330534358488870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/10/winter-holiday-in-japan.html' title='Winter Holiday in Japan'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dXX96Hv9Esc/RyGv-j9yr4I/AAAAAAAABNU/vZEsAovbRzE/s72-c/hotspring.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1338443559155155343</id><published>2007-10-25T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T17:05:07.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boh Tong lastest posting.</title><content type='html'>Uncle BT should not be trigger happy and keep targetting me. In his lastest post about  the newly recruited stewardesses he mentioned something like this and I copied it below.&lt;br /&gt;"During flight,male paxs may try to impress you with their PPS cards and their connection with your managers,SVP, CEO,Chairman etc. If you don't like them,no need to be rude but just show them your "engagement" ring. If they promise you expensive gifts like buying you condominiums,houses,cars etc..accept them quickly (like &lt;a href="http://behtong.blogspot.com/"&gt;ex stewardess Beh &lt;/a&gt;did) before they change their minds and go for another newly graduated colleague..."&lt;br /&gt;The above in bracket "like ex stewardess Beh did" is uncalled for. May I ask is BT alright? He is cranky these days I notice. His postings or articles are unlike those of his in the past. He uses lots of Singlish and he even link a Singlish dictionary at the left side bar of his blog by "Talking Cock" whose author is Mr. Brown. What has become of dear Uncle Boh Tong? Retirement or too much flying in the past must have damaged his little old brain...haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1338443559155155343?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1338443559155155343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1338443559155155343' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1338443559155155343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1338443559155155343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/10/boh-tong-lastest-posting.html' title='Boh Tong lastest posting.'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1934636307131475213</id><published>2007-10-22T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T21:39:11.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Boh Tong is unreasonable!</title><content type='html'>Frankly,I do not think BT is reasonable with his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bohtong.blogspot.com/"&gt;comments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; about me having mental problems due to long exposure of flying into different time zones.&lt;br /&gt;Even if my mental problems were as a result of flying,he should not have used me as a scapegoat. But what about himself after flying for SQ for no less than 35 years? Is he mentally sound? I doubt it!&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you all a little about Uncle BT,since he started all this. He is a very tempremental man who can be jovial today and moody the next day.The day after that he could be withdrawn and would not even talk to his wife or his children. So now who is the greater victim of flying?&lt;br /&gt;About his sex life, it is not right for me to say much but he isn't as innocent as he claimed to be. At one time,he almost became a homosexual.During his student days,he was very fond of one sissyfied classmate who is actually a gay to this day.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle BT was very lucky at that time because of a very pretty teenager. She saved Uncle by having sex with him and since then he never looked at another gay. That girl, although only a teenager was so good in teaching about "real" sex to the then young Uncle BT.&lt;br /&gt;When Uncle started flying, he started to drink alcohol ( was free anyway),smoked,gambled and womanised. Today,he is regretting for picking up all those vices. Coupled with the ill effects of flying, Uncle is a bit cranky these days. Just look at how he blogs. Isn't he consistent and rational at all?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should let you all be the judges as to whether who is having mental problems as a result of flying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1934636307131475213?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1934636307131475213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1934636307131475213' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1934636307131475213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1934636307131475213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/10/uncle-boh-tong-is-unreasonable.html' title='Uncle Boh Tong is unreasonable!'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-5330155748607706288</id><published>2007-10-19T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T19:45:41.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is that ang moh cock?</title><content type='html'>Yeah where is he that said he has a big dick? This time if he comes around and leave comments like he did earlier I will not delete but show to all my readers. Right "Dare Me?". Anyway,I know he will be back because he said he wanted to f*** me because he prefers my married pussy. Come and try la you small ang moh dickie.&lt;br /&gt;I have installed skype so my visitors can communicate with me. Chat or instant messaging only but no phone line yet. I would love to chat with you all out there and as long as it is clean chat.&lt;br /&gt;Where is that "ET" guy who said he has a master in counselling? ET has offered to give me counselling free of charge. What a noble guy he is or she is?. But why counsel me? Do I need it? I am fine except for my panic attack. Does PA victim need counselling? Perhaps my ex BF Joel needs it more than me. Can give Joel free sessions too ET?&lt;br /&gt;Ok ET where are you? Skype me now for goodness sake!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-5330155748607706288?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/5330155748607706288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=5330155748607706288' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5330155748607706288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5330155748607706288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-is-that-ang-moh-cock.html' title='Where is that ang moh cock?'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-62387738531242420</id><published>2007-10-17T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T21:51:57.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Ang Moh Cock!</title><content type='html'>I got so cheesed off with one idiot who left a stupid comment here. He claimed he was an ang moh guy who had f***** Chinese "pussy" before and suggest that I gave him a blowjob. He also left his link here so that my visitor can visit his blog.Got so fed up I delete the whole posting and republish it without his idiotic comment. Because of that bugger I now decide to moderate the comment.That means I will publish the comments I feel others may read. If it is unreadable,I won't even want to publish it.&lt;br /&gt;That numb skull said that he was an ang mor with a big dick and Chinese women like to be f***** by him. He claimed he uses his forefinger and tickled the asses of Chinese women and they succumb to him.&lt;br /&gt;Come on lah,I had a ang mor BF before and he had a tiny winy dick ( it was my earlier blog). This ang mor passenger tried to rob my V ....later I found him to be married with a kid. Remember? Ang Mor my foot!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-62387738531242420?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/62387738531242420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=62387738531242420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/62387738531242420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/62387738531242420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-ang-moh-cock.html' title='Some Ang Moh Cock!'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-5934885367443399767</id><published>2007-10-16T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:22:02.368+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deep trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Helen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear'/><title type='text'>Helen is in deep trouble.</title><content type='html'>Helen,as most of you know,was my ex and she left me broken hearted for another woman,is now in serious trouble. Helen is now herself being jilted by her partner and is trying to kill herself. She is deeply depressed by the breakup and even with me visiting her today,refused to talk or eat her meals.She had starved herself for the last one week I was told.&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to Helen,happened to me when she left me. But I was able to take it and was back to my normal self in only a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Lesbians are worse than men.They are more possessive and extremely jealous if their partners go to other women. They may resort to extreme violence and even kill the other party or themselves.Lesbians take their romances darn seriously. I know because I used to be one of them. Poor people they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that Helen would come out of her situation unscathed. But really,inside me,I must confessed I am kind of glad that she is having a taste of her own medicine. I know it is mean of me to mention this but that is the truth. I can't help feeling it this way. It's karma they say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,I won't say so much of the ill feelings I have towards Helen but she deserves every bit of what she is going through now. Serves her right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-5934885367443399767?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/5934885367443399767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=5934885367443399767' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5934885367443399767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5934885367443399767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/10/helen-is-in-deep-trouble.html' title='Helen is in deep trouble.'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-3382534929475622604</id><published>2007-10-16T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:22:18.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've to stop telling my fantasies.</title><content type='html'>Lots of messages and emails came in to discourage me from blogging about my sexual fantasy. Some called me a nympho while others called me a bitch. There are also a few who implied I would, through my blog, encourage other women to "F" around behind their husbands' back. One or two condemned me for being un-Christianed.&lt;br /&gt;I also had a long lecture from Uncle Boh Tong not to blog about my husband Ron. He didn't approve of my latest blogs about my fantasy,about Ron's sexual adventure and the explicit way I described Ron's "bed-working"&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, sigh, so much for the criticism and condemnation. Why can't an individual express herself ? What about all those porno out there? No one said anything to that isn't it? It is an unfair world just because I am a female,I am not supposed to express myself even in bloggersphere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-3382534929475622604?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/3382534929475622604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=3382534929475622604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3382534929475622604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3382534929475622604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-to-stop-telling-my-fantasies.html' title='I&apos;ve to stop telling my fantasies.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-6878580121378096047</id><published>2007-10-15T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T19:46:36.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess the reasons why I am not feeling alright?</title><content type='html'>Aircraft cabin air quality is a huge problem for millions of travellers and  airline employees. A report from the American National Research Council found evidence suggesting that a number of problems with the air circulating in passenger cabins may cause health problems,both physical and mental. The report listed concerns that ozone levels in the cabin air may exceed regulatory standards, that oxygen pressure may  be inadequate to protect passengers with pre-existing heart or respiratory diseases and that the air may be contaminated with traces of engine oil, hydraulic fluid, de-icing solutions, and even pesticides sprayed on international flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not surprisingly, those most affected are flight attendants , some of whom have been complaining for years about headaches, blurred vision, dizziness, nausea,vertigo,panic attack and other health problems which they attribute to poor quality cabin air.&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago, Alaska Airlines flight attendants won a US $725,000 out-of-court settlement based on their contention that design flaws in two types of planes the airline flies had allowed chemical fluids to mix with cabin air and make them sick. However, the flight attendants lost a subsequent suit against the planes'manufacturers.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, purchasing a portable personal air purifier may make plane trips more comfortable for you. Be sure to check with the  crew before using any portable electronic device while in flight.&lt;br /&gt;If you travel by air frequently, another option I can suggest is an expensive one: fly first class or business class. The first-class and business cabin provides more outside air per person. You also may feel better during and after air travel if you avoid alcohol during flights and drink plenty of water. Light exercises like stretching from your seat or walking along the ailse could help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-6878580121378096047?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/6878580121378096047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=6878580121378096047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6878580121378096047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6878580121378096047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/10/guess-reasons-why-i-am-not-feeling.html' title='Guess the reasons why I am not feeling alright?'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-8651053574992745230</id><published>2007-10-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:44:51.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are back in S'pore!</title><content type='html'>It's nice to be back again.Well actually,Perth is also our home too. To be honest,both S'pore and Perth are quite similiar as far as food are concerned. We could get to eat or even shopped for Chinese food or ingredients in Chinatown or in most supermarts. &lt;br /&gt;The Perth weather is much preferred by our family. It was nice and cool but could be hot during the summer months. Winter is mild by European standard.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore is hot and humid most of the time. It is sticky and polluted. But then,Singapore is less expensive than Perth. Singapore is a more convenient place to live in as most of the services are 24/7 esp. fast food chains KFC,McDonnel etc. Mustafa is opened 24/7 too. Life is more vibrant.&lt;br /&gt;Overall,our family prefers Perth.The people are more polite and courteous than Singaporeans who are mostly "kiasu"( fear of losing out) in everything. It's mainly due to the people here that made us want to leave Singapore,nothing much else.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, we will move to Perth or other part of Australia by next year. Gold Coast in Queensland is also on our mind.&lt;br /&gt;Will talk to you all soon because I am really tired out by this trip.Good night and God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-8651053574992745230?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/8651053574992745230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=8651053574992745230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8651053574992745230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8651053574992745230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-are-back-in-spore.html' title='We are back in S&apos;pore!'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1218774547964691751</id><published>2007-10-11T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:34:23.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch this even if you aren't a Christian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NaSROohLzs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NaSROohLzs" 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/5664349703227098600-1218774547964691751?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1218774547964691751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1218774547964691751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1218774547964691751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1218774547964691751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/10/watch-this-even-if-you-arent-christian.html' title='Watch this even if you aren&apos;t a Christian.'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-366020542707085931</id><published>2007-09-29T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:37:48.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so nice.</title><content type='html'>At long last,Ron and I are back in each other's arms again. I did it also because of our two girls. Ron promised he would never leave us again and we are all one happy family once more.&lt;br /&gt;Our hope of living in Australia is rekindled with Ron's return.We talked and and made love to each other like never before. Ron is forgiven by all of us. He is a bit thinner and I guess that "bitch" must have sucked him dry.&lt;br /&gt;We promised each other not to talked about the past and just concentrate on the future.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have much time to spare blogging because we are flying down to Perth to visit our house which we have neglected since breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;Will try to get back to blogging soon,I promised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-366020542707085931?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/366020542707085931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=366020542707085931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/366020542707085931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/366020542707085931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-so-nice.html' title='It&apos;s so nice.'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-7701370555815907845</id><published>2007-09-26T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:23:17.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lastest update.</title><content type='html'>We decided to part though sad as it may seems for Joel is always blaming himself for not able to &lt;a href="http://bohplas.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"perform".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron has tried to patch up with me and I may consider because our 2 girls want their daddy back.&lt;br /&gt;Joan had a miscarriage recently in New Zealand,where she is living right now. She too had split up with her lover after the miscarriage.&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure,life goes on and we look to a better future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-7701370555815907845?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/7701370555815907845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=7701370555815907845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7701370555815907845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7701370555815907845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/09/lastest-update.html' title='Lastest update.'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-7336224101085376631</id><published>2007-09-25T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T09:57:30.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have feelings too.</title><content type='html'>Don't you ever think I have no feelings of jealousy when Ron told me about all of his 'adventures' with the other women in his life. Yes, like all women,I was very jealous but those things happened in the past and he was being honest with me. Also,I must confess I do enjoy him relating with those juicy stories and they sexually stimulated me to have him screw me. Sometimes,I fantasised I was one of those gilrs he made love to. I wished Ron had screwed me in the classroom when I was under his tutelage. It would have been so "shiok" like he did to Nancy.&lt;br /&gt;In my fantasy,I have imagined Ron screwing me with only his necktie on and me with nothing on,in front of all my batch girls. In the aircraft mock ups,it would've even more fun and thrill....yes I am a bad girl but don't tell me the other women are'nt like me? They are just being hypocites and are'nt as honest as me that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-7336224101085376631?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/7336224101085376631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=7336224101085376631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7336224101085376631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7336224101085376631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-feelings-too.html' title='I have feelings too.'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1411120560740884659</id><published>2007-09-18T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:43:09.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ron an obliging trainer.</title><content type='html'>The was an incident which took place before I joined the airlines. It was about Ron and a trainee stewardess of his. This trainee was so infatuated with Ron that she unashamedly came up to Ron one evening after the class session ended and offered Ron a f***&lt;br /&gt;It started off as a innocent thing. Let me call this trainee Nancy. One day,after lecture,she approached Ron and confided in Ron about her problem with her boy friend. Nancy told Ron she had a married man boy friend and she wanted to leave him. She saw little prospect of her bf divorcing his wife to marry her. But her bf threatened to kill her if she leaves him.Here,she was asking Ron for advice.&lt;br /&gt;Ron and Nancy would spend hours after work together talking about Nancy's problem.&lt;br /&gt;It came to a dead end without any solution to Nancy's problem. &lt;br /&gt;All along Nancy was hinting to Ron about wanting to go to bed with him but Ron was naive at that time and did not catch the hint.&lt;br /&gt;So it happened that evening,Nancy noticing that all the other trainees had left the classroom and gone home,she suggested to Ron to have sex.&lt;br /&gt;Ron was taken aback but Nancy took him by his hand and led him to the storeroom which was at the back of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Once they entered the storeroom,Nancy locked it and started to kiss Ron on the lips.&lt;br /&gt;She stripped Ron naked except for his socks.Nancy gave Ron a tongue twisting blow job which Ron described as one of the best he ever had.&lt;br /&gt;They had a "roaring" time in the storeroom f****** away until the cleaner's knock at the door brought them back to reality. Ron made some excuses and the cleaner left without cleaning or locking the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;That night,Nancy slept naked in Ron's apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1411120560740884659?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1411120560740884659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1411120560740884659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1411120560740884659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1411120560740884659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/09/ron-obliging-trainer.html' title='Ron an obliging trainer.'/><author><name>Boh Tong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15621332838445253477</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y5GfG_nonw8/Tpo_pHK7bSI/AAAAAAAADus/RjhFG9mHpC8/s220/BT%2Bcover.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-2274024527677392927</id><published>2007-09-17T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T16:20:40.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failed marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failed relationship'/><title type='text'>Is Ron a good sex counsellor? pt 2</title><content type='html'>You bet that ex hubby of mine is a pro when comes to "saving" other women's marriages. Ron did manage to stimulate Cathy sexually back to life. In one night, she had multiple orgasm when Ron screwed her. Am I proud of my ex hubby? Sure I do and like many other women would but refused to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Ron's doing,Cathy went back to satisfy her husband.They later on patched up their relationship and had a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know the reasons for Ron and Cathy's breakup. The way I look at it was that Ron did a favour for Cathy and her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another case when Big Tits Betty split up with her hubby because of the lack of sex in their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Betty was a bore to her hubby in bed. She was conservative and lack the sexual drive to stimulate her hubby. Their relationship failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ron met Betty on a flight,they were both in their mid 20s. They became good friends and after a while, Ron screwed her in his HK hotel room one night ( a coincidence that Betty,like Cathy was also a Honkie lass). Betty's pussy wasn't even wet and poor Ron had to work overtime that night just to give Betty an orgasm. But then it worked,sexually speaking because Big Tits Betty fell in love with Ron. Their relationship went on for a year and each time Betty got better in bed.&lt;br /&gt;By the time Ron and Betty called it a day,Betty was more than just a woman and she managed to seduced her husband back to her. They too had a child after resuming their relationship.&lt;br /&gt;My ex hubby was a big hero when it comes to rescuing other people's marriages but he was a villian in our reltionship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-2274024527677392927?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/2274024527677392927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=2274024527677392927' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2274024527677392927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2274024527677392927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-ron-good-sex-counsellor-pt-2.html' title='Is Ron a good sex counsellor? pt 2'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-2645667670522998216</id><published>2007-09-14T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T08:35:32.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cathy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frigid'/><title type='text'>Is Ron a good sex counsellor?.</title><content type='html'>I have not been feeling like I should due to relapse of my condition. As you know this annoying panic attack is back in business and this time it is quite bad. Well,at least now,I am able to take charge of the situation and rough it out without medication. The process of the panic attack will still go on inside me and the result is painful.Not painful in the sense of the word but the anguish inside the brain.&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us have this evolutionary response commonly referred to as fight or flight. Mine occurs out of context, flooding the body with hormones (particularly adrenalin) that aid in defending itself from harm. Whatever happens,thank God I am able to ride it out....so much for the darn PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,I want to start blogging about Ron which the airline and most people don't know about. His life is a mystery to the outside world and he had been discreet about the things he had done.Of course I do know much about him because he was my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron does not know much about the internet stuff and he hates computers. He is of the older generation who is afraid of computers. He prefers to do things in the 'manual' ways. This is a plus for me because I can blog about him and he does not know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex hubby is actually a nice and gentle guy. He is passionate in love making and could even stimulate a "frigid" woman,igniting and arousing the latent sexual potential in her ( apologise for poor expression). That is how good a lover Ron is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some years back when Ron was a much younger man,he fell in love with Cathy,a petite and youthful looking girl from Hong Kong. Cathy was sweet and loving to Ron but then who would not,especially when he was so handsome and attractive.&lt;br /&gt;One night,Ron tried to make love to Cathy in his HK hotel room but her response was cold. Ron found out that Cathy was frigid. In fact,Cathy was married before but her hubby divorced her because of her condition. &lt;br /&gt;Now the responsibity was entrusted upon Ron to find a way to "cure" poor Cathy. But could Ron do the "job"..? We will find out in my next posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-2645667670522998216?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/2645667670522998216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=2645667670522998216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2645667670522998216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2645667670522998216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-ron-good-sex-counsellor.html' title='Is Ron a good sex counsellor?.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-4404227168014384498</id><published>2007-09-09T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T10:48:44.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have found Joel but then ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6jgDk4apog"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6jgDk4apog" 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/URuteFFOePk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/URuteFFOePk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met last night and talked over things,yes Joel and I. He wanted us to break up because he felt he was sexually not up to it and I would suffer as a consequence.&lt;br /&gt;I told him I would not mind waiting if he could go and get some sort of treatment or counselling but he was adamant about us breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;Really, I am a little confused now because I still have some feelings for Joel.But then the thought of reconciliation with Ron might make me agree with Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron persuaded me to take him back. I am tempted to because I still love Ron. Why not? After all, we were together in the airlines for a long time and he was my instructor.Ron had been gracious and loving to me except for that occasion when he eloped with his young girl friend. Ron had been a wonderful father to our two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about my&lt;a href="http://bohplas.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;breasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,they are sagging quite badly and I had consulted a plastic surgeon friend of mine. His advice was for me to have corrective surgery to lift up my boobs.&lt;br /&gt;Another advice from a doctor friend was to go for regular breast massages and it would be more effective than surgery ( videos above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago,Ron's &lt;a href="http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/03/rest-of-osaka-trip.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from Japan flew down to Singapore and surprised me with a phone call. They were disappointed with the things that happened between me and Ron.&lt;br /&gt;I entertained them at my place with dinner,specially prepared by me and they enjoyed my cooking.&lt;br /&gt;They handed me a little beautiful envelope addressed to me before they left and to my surprise,it contained 5 pieces of $1,000 notes.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh these Japanese friends are fantastically generous!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-4404227168014384498?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/4404227168014384498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=4404227168014384498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4404227168014384498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4404227168014384498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-found-joel-but-then.html' title='I have found Joel but then ??'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1790806537447387941</id><published>2007-09-03T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T13:23:43.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joel Joel where art thou?</title><content type='html'>Joel has gone MIA for the last 2 weeks. He told me he was going on a business trip down under for a few days but I have not received word from him since his return.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Joel is not well.I have tried to contact him at his relatives' place but no one knows where he had gone to.&lt;br /&gt;Did he come back from Perth? I don't quite know because the last time I heard from him,he was flying back.&lt;br /&gt;Was he killed or kidnapped in Perth? I don't have the answer and I am as lost as his family members.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago,Ron called me and told me he had split up with his G/F and wanted to come back to me. I said no to him but he didn't give up.He kept pestering me to let him come back but I refused although I feel may regret later on. I still love Ron inspite of the things he had done to me and the children.Right now, I am in a relationship with Joel and it is not fair to take Ron back. Mmmmm what shall I do now? Grrrrrrrrr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1790806537447387941?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1790806537447387941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1790806537447387941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1790806537447387941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1790806537447387941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/09/joel-joel-where-art-thou.html' title='Joel Joel where art thou?'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-6806931296570738861</id><published>2007-08-24T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T20:17:02.767+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesbian video'/><title type='text'>Lesbians</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlyZs2aCJYc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MlyZs2aCJYc" 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/5664349703227098600-6806931296570738861?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/6806931296570738861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=6806931296570738861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6806931296570738861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6806931296570738861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/08/lesbians.html' title='Lesbians'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-2801885837502359059</id><published>2007-08-21T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:56:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joan called from NZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/Rsr4ZsQphiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/cBcI9WOEWW8/s1600-h/kranji.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/Rsr4ZsQphiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/cBcI9WOEWW8/s400/kranji.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101162648211916322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan called me from New Zealand this morning and startled me with the news that I don't know whether to congratulate her or otherwise. But then she sounded so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Joan is pregnant again!!! But by whom? She did not want to tell who is the father of the child she is carrying.&lt;br /&gt;Joan has not remarried and her pregnancy sounded like an 'accident'. She wants to keep me in suspense and has invited me and Joel to spend our vacation in New Zealand with her.She is eager to introduce her mysterious boyfriend to us and besides,Joan has not met Joel too.It will be a good time for the four of us to meet. So New Zealand,here we come...perhaps in late September after the Singapore school holiday which will be the off peak period.&lt;br /&gt;Joan has moved to the city recently. She now lives in Auckland with her children.She has an enormously huge house and our accommodation is "covered". &lt;br /&gt;Joel loves horse racing and NZ would be an ideal place for him to visit the race courses.He bets and wins quite often at the Kranji Turf Club in Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;Joel has trainer friends like Laxon,Charles Lek,Takaoka and others. Sometimes, Joel would bring me to the owners' lounge and spend our weekends at the Singapore races.&lt;br /&gt;Would keep you all posted over the next few days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-2801885837502359059?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/2801885837502359059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=2801885837502359059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2801885837502359059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2801885837502359059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/08/joan-called-from-nz.html' title='Joan called from NZ.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/Rsr4ZsQphiI/AAAAAAAAAQo/cBcI9WOEWW8/s72-c/kranji.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-322997102650840725</id><published>2007-08-19T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T18:02:15.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's wrong with Joel.</title><content type='html'>Joel and I had been dating for a few months and I discovered something about him which did not seemed to encourage a long term relationship. Yes he is absolutely nice and sincere and I enjoy his company.He has an excellent sense of humour and always joke about his mental illness.He is so funny and I love every moment with him.&lt;br /&gt;Joel is not much of a lover in bed. He is very much affected by the medication he took.You know the side effects and all those stuff. He can't have a strong lasting erection and I am disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I only found out his sexual inadequacy when we spent the two nights in a hotel in JB,Malaysia. Joel felt bad for me but we quickly overcame our disappointment by indulging in the delicious food and durians over at Johore.&lt;br /&gt;He promised he would be a better bed partner when we spend our next vacation in Australia and I have faith in what he promised me. So for the moment,I will just have to be patient and keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a good friend of Joel has recommended he takes &lt;a href="http://bohplas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;S6 herbal capsules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;which can cure importency and reverse aging by about 20 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-322997102650840725?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/322997102650840725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=322997102650840725' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/322997102650840725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/322997102650840725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/08/somethings-wrong-with-joel.html' title='Something&apos;s wrong with Joel.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-2783677217511411675</id><published>2007-08-14T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:53:46.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day at Jusco JB and Panic Attack</title><content type='html'>Joel and I left for Johore Baru on the eve of our National Day and spent two nights touring the city. We also drove up to Jusco Aeon and had a great time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our time eating the delicious local food which were quite the same as in Singapore. Durians was our favourite fruit and in JB there was plenty of them at very cheap price.They tasted good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jusco Aeon,a Japanese departmental store was huge and it reminded me of our Vivo City. There lots of Singaporean at Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel is not working for the time being and we were thinking of flying off to Perth or Sydney for a short relaxing holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to confess that although I am very much in love with Joel,I still can't forget Ron. Neither can I forget Helen. Now,now what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,I will slipped into my depression mode and then the damn panic attack would sneak in and cause havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days,I am in better control of myself and have almost totally got rid of that menacing illness. Medication can't really help.It's you and you alone can help yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping yourself busy physically and mentally is another good way to ward off panic attack. Keeping calm and believing in the word of God help immensely. Take my advice and you will be well again,if you are a panic attack sufferer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,I should spend my time blogging about panic attack than my boring and controversial life story which often infuriate some of readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-2783677217511411675?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/2783677217511411675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=2783677217511411675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2783677217511411675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2783677217511411675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-day-at-jusco-jb-and-panic.html' title='National Day at Jusco JB and Panic Attack'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-8508186229980320840</id><published>2007-08-07T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:33:26.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free like a bird in the sky but am I?</title><content type='html'>Ha at long last,I feel free like a bird ,soaring in the sky.Yes,free from Ron,free from the spirit of "panic attack" and free to do whatever I wish to.&lt;br /&gt;But really am I free from everything? Maybe not on second thought. It's because I think finally met my mister right,a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny though because we met at the hospital where we were seeking medical help for our mental trouble. I had panic attack and was seeking psychiatric help and he was suffering from schizophrenia and seeking help from the same psychiatrist too.&lt;br /&gt;His name is Joel and he had this mental condition for 10 years and was on his final consultation with the psychiatrist before being officially discharged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may think we are crazy because of the circumstances under which we met and became so close,to the point of getting married. Yes we may be mad but we are capable of being madly in love.&lt;br /&gt;The world is a wonderful and fair place where even an ex mental patient like Joel is capable of love and being loved. I fell in love with him regardless of his former condition and he fell for me just the same. This is unconditional love. You may think that I am mad. But you are right because if I am not mad,I would not have fallen for Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his condition as a schizo,his true self is being revealed. He is a "Doctor Jekyll" and "Doctor Jekyll" all the way.There was no trace of the "Mr. Hyde" in him. It is rare to find a treasure like Joel. He is going to be my treasure soon,yes all to myself. I will blog more about this,my new mad love tomorrow because right now I am going for a dinner date with him,in the my new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://btfashion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Armani&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dress he bought me......see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-8508186229980320840?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/8508186229980320840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=8508186229980320840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8508186229980320840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8508186229980320840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-feel-free-like-bird-in-sky-but-am-i.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Free like a bird in the sky but am I?&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-4095465902746333832</id><published>2007-08-01T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T15:57:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Words.</title><content type='html'>When I blogged about God's words,all seems to hold back their comments....the devils became dumb. Or else all kinds of unkinds comments would be left here.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see how powerful God's words are? Try and put in some cruel comments about me or God's words and see whether you would have to pay for your actions. Best advice is to silently remain revently quiet and show respect for the Almighty's words and you and your family WILL be blessed,believe you me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-4095465902746333832?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/4095465902746333832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=4095465902746333832' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4095465902746333832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4095465902746333832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/08/gods-words.html' title='God&apos;s Words.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-7409777944868096548</id><published>2007-07-29T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T16:24:58.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicknesses are of Satan.</title><content type='html'>Panic attack is of the devil or for that matter,any kind of sickness is of the devil.How do I know? Answer is the bible said so. Fear is also of satan and not of God for in Timothy 2 Chapter 1 verse 7,St. Paul told Timothy, "For God has not given you the spirit of fear but of Love,Power and a Sound mind" So there you are God is love.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone of you are sick or fearful of anything,pray to the Lord Jesus Christ,believe and you are healed instantly! "Only believe,all things are possible" and remember that Hebrew 13:8 says,"Jesus Christ the same yesterday,today and forever". The Lord is the same today,healing the sick like when he was on earth as a human being,and always the same forever. He said "I am God and I change Not"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do not worry but believe that you are a child of God and you are healed and saved and "...nothing can ever seperate you from the love of God,in Christ Jesus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops I do not mean to preach to you but to encourage you and share with you the things that I had gone through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you all and even to those who criticise  and ridicule me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-7409777944868096548?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/7409777944868096548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=7409777944868096548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7409777944868096548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7409777944868096548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/07/sicknesses-are-of-satan.html' title='Sicknesses are of Satan.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-823662235574571071</id><published>2007-07-27T06:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T06:41:34.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so good to be well again.</title><content type='html'>Really,it's a fantastic feeling to be well again. I've seen a psychiatrist and a psychologist and they were happy I am doing very well. Have less of the panic attack and able to enjoy life again.&lt;br /&gt;As for Ron,he is gone and would never be back in my life again.Don't blame him cos his GF is young and energetic whereas I am fast approaching middle age.&lt;br /&gt;Joan has flown back to New Zealand and asked me to apologise on her behalf for not saying goodbye to you guys. Anyway,she never too far from us cos she has the password to this blog and can always come in here and blog again from her hometown.&lt;br /&gt;She is a real friend and has helped me through this horrible time of my life. Thank you sweetie and may you be strong and happy too.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to talk much about my illness but for those of you who suffers from panic attack,you would understand what I've gone through. It's a terrible and destructive illness.It puts great fear in the sufferer but thank god,I am now totally cured of the sickness.&lt;br /&gt;There were days when I wanted to blog but did not have the energy to do it. My troubled marriage and illness took a great toll on me and my kids.&lt;br /&gt;But now,it's all over and I can start a new life again.&lt;br /&gt;For the critics out there in the cyberworld,do remember this blog is like a diary to me except that it is opened to anybody and everybody. I may blog what I want to and if you are offended then my advice is do not come here. I am not here to entertain the critics but to let my friends and supproters share a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards,I will overcome any challenges in my life.After all the trauma I had gone through and came out victorious,I believe there is nothing in life that can defeat me,not even death.&lt;br /&gt;I will come here more often and blog again but for now I have things to do and will be back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-823662235574571071?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/823662235574571071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=823662235574571071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/823662235574571071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/823662235574571071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-so-good-to-be-well-again.html' title='It&apos;s so good to be well again.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1436149790894825271</id><published>2007-07-21T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T18:09:30.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helen came by.</title><content type='html'>Helen dropped by our place and she sort of able to cheer Beh up a bit. I can see the excitement in Beh's eyes when Helen held her by her hands and kissed her affectionately on the cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;The scene stired me up jealously and I can't help feeling like that. I hated Helen for taking Beh away from me but then it was past,I thought to myself. Forget and forgive is still my philosophy in life and slowly the jealously inside me subsided.&lt;br /&gt;Helen and I spoke for a while and I left them together for about two hours to do my grocery shopping.&lt;br /&gt;When I returned,Helen had left and I could sensed Beh need more of Helen's presence.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what they both talked about but it did some good to Beh. She was more cheerful and positive.&lt;br /&gt;During the night I could not sleep well as the thoughts of Helen,Beh,James,Ron and my children kept me awake most of the night. I wondered what life is all about. What is the meaning of life and all sorts of things that brought tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Wish I was a school girl again,enjoying life to the fullest as a teenager. But now as mid-life is fast approaching, I may soon fade away like a flower dying and its leaves shedding away.&lt;br /&gt;No,no I am not complaining about life because it has been good to me inspite the loss of James. I have two beautiful kids and a good friend in Beh. I have enough money to last our family a generation.We could enjoy the best food,clothes,cars and almost anything one could think of. With James' wealth and the money from the insurrance,we are quite wealthy. So, I am not complaining at all.It is about the mere existence of myself I am questioning. Is there a life after this one? Why should we die? Why do we fall sick? All these questions are bothering me these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1436149790894825271?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1436149790894825271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1436149790894825271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1436149790894825271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1436149790894825271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/07/helen-came-by.html' title='Helen came by.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-8352358965967841230</id><published>2007-07-20T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:47:41.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting a divorce.</title><content type='html'>Sis is feeling so much better after viewing and practising what the video on panic attack has taught her. She feels more confident and about 80% fit and back to normalcy.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of divorcing Ron is now a reality. Over the next week,Sis is going to see her lawyers and file for a divorce.Too bad things have happened in this manner.Ron and Sis cannot be reconciled and divorce is the only way out. It also gives Ron a chance to marry that young 'B' and let him experience the results of having a 'baby' wife. We do not wish Ron evil but he would regret the rest of his life to have left such a sweet wife as Beh.&lt;br /&gt;The children would no doubt be in the custody of sis. Hope they would grow up to be good adults and not like their father.&lt;br /&gt;As for me,I do miss James at times but I have no intention of getting married again.Marriage can be nice but there are lots of trails and testing along the way and I am one person who can't take it. It is best that now I am a widow, I shall remain one forever.&lt;br /&gt;Sex,after all is not a do and die thing for me. I have two beautiful kids and will devote my life to them.&lt;br /&gt;Will update you all again.&lt;br /&gt;Joan......Click &lt;a href="mailto:%20joan.beh@gmail.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to email us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-8352358965967841230?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/8352358965967841230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=8352358965967841230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8352358965967841230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8352358965967841230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/07/getting-divorce.html' title='Getting a divorce.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1065927263438979149</id><published>2007-07-16T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:50:50.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An excellent video on how to make yourself free from panic disorder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kUCPVx3hieg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kUCPVx3hieg" 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/5664349703227098600-1065927263438979149?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1065927263438979149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1065927263438979149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1065927263438979149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1065927263438979149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/07/excellent-video-on-how-to-make-yourself.html' title='An excellent video on how to make yourself free from panic disorder.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-307219517833656709</id><published>2007-07-16T08:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:59:13.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank U to all well wishers.</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Carrie,Old Uncle,Sue and all those kind hearted souls who are out there praying for Beh's speedy recovery.&lt;br /&gt;If not for all these compassionate people,we would have this blog closed.Aw..we forgot about uncle boh tong all these times.He must be pretty busy to comment on Beh's condition. Don't know why uncle BT didn't say a word about Beh's condition and the situation she is in,in his blog.Could it be Uncle BT does not want to associate with us anymore? &lt;br /&gt;The only one who keeps commenting about us are the Bors and in a negative way.We can do without the Bors' comments and blogging about us. They do more harm than good...sigh where is uncle BT?&lt;br /&gt;Beh's panic attack comes on and off and it is pretty serious when she is having an attack. Never have I witnessed such behaviour from sister Beh. PA is a cursed illness cos it saps a person's energy and kills the will to go on living. Its a sickness of the mind and more women are inflicted than men.&lt;br /&gt;I will update you all again soon..bye all,&lt;br /&gt;Joan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-307219517833656709?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/307219517833656709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=307219517833656709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/307219517833656709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/307219517833656709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/07/thank-u-to-all-well-wishers.html' title='Thank U to all well wishers.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-4875921495930745747</id><published>2007-07-15T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T09:45:53.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beh has relapse of panic attack.</title><content type='html'>I cried all nite to see sis suffering from another PA (panic attack).It is a devastating illness and it could crippled its victim.&lt;br /&gt;Mayo Clinic the world renown treatment centre for all kinds of illnesses has this to say about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/panic-attacks/DS00338"&gt;Panic Attack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can happen anytime, anywhere — when you're alone, with others, at home, in public, even awakening you from a sound sleep. Suddenly, your heart begins to race, your face flushes and you experience shortness of breath. You feel dizzy, nauseated and out of control. Some people even feel like they're dying.Click &lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/panic-attacks/DS00338"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; .I suspect the stress Ron put on sis must be dehabilitating and this could have triggered the PA in her.&lt;br /&gt;What else could I do but just hug her and gives her all the consolation I could ever give to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Medication helps a little.Sis is on Prosiac and Aprozolan but the most powerful weapon is still prayer.&lt;br /&gt;This purpose of this report is to ask all her friends here as well the ones outside of her blog to pray that God would deliver her. Would you all pray for her? Please?&lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/panic-attacks/DS00338"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-4875921495930745747?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/4875921495930745747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=4875921495930745747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4875921495930745747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/4875921495930745747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/07/beh-has-relapse-of-panic-attack.html' title='Beh has relapse of panic attack.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-2373995024482013527</id><published>2007-07-13T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:35:52.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't know there are so many scums here!</title><content type='html'>I always think people are generally nice and warm but it turned out that I'm darn wrong. The New Zealanders are warm and sincere people and not like the visitors to this site. Who knows maybe the scoundrels who passed nasty comments about us are kids and people who are jealous of us.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt I feel sorry for those bums who come in here and start to run  us down cos their parents had never taught them to behave when they were kids. Poor scums I would just say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-2373995024482013527?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/2373995024482013527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=2373995024482013527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2373995024482013527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2373995024482013527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/07/didnt-know-there-are-so-many-scums-here.html' title='Didn&apos;t know there are so many scums here!'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-2646222401894719429</id><published>2007-07-13T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T08:37:39.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We had a nice outing.</title><content type='html'>Sis and I had a wonderful time and the kids as well. We went to Thomson Plaza and ate our lunch there plus a little bit of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Ron has deserted the family and understand he is now living with that young girl.What to do? Sis doesn't really care anymore and she is recovering speedily.&lt;br /&gt;Her panic attack is still there but they do not bother her that much like before.&lt;br /&gt;With me around her,sis is reassured and we are happy together again.&lt;br /&gt;We like to thank the well wishers like Carrie,Sue and all for their concern over sis's health.&lt;br /&gt;I don't normally have much to say and I will update you all again.&lt;br /&gt;Joan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-2646222401894719429?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/2646222401894719429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=2646222401894719429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2646222401894719429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2646222401894719429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-had-nice-outing.html' title='We had a nice outing.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-5267680693883443529</id><published>2007-07-11T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T09:11:36.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister is getting better..hooray!</title><content type='html'>Beh is doing great and she is eating much better.We went to Ikea at Tampinese yesterday and ate seafood horfun and fried &lt;a href="http://myfood1.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chicken wings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..."yummi,yummi" were the words uttered by Beh finally after being quiet for so long.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening,we had fish n chips and chicken cutlets for dinner and her kids had the same. Beh is fast becoming her normal self again and I am glad.&lt;br /&gt;We slept on the same bed and the children in their own rooms. Oh no...don't for one moment think that I am goin to have sex with sis. We ain't goin back to our previous lifestyle. We want to be just good friends and have sisterly love between us.&lt;br /&gt;People are mean esp. that Bors guys saying all the wicked things about me and sis.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope Beh's readers are jubliant with this report that Beh is recovering well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-5267680693883443529?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/5267680693883443529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=5267680693883443529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5267680693883443529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5267680693883443529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/07/sister-is-getting-betterhooray.html' title='Sister is getting better..hooray!'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-8271617803624091238</id><published>2007-07-08T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:33:12.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joan permission'/><title type='text'>Hi I am Joan</title><content type='html'>I have permission from Beh to blog in her place.She is darn too sick and depress rite now to do anything.Plse do not listen to that idiot Bor who has been saying mean things about my sweetie Beh. Yesterday,&lt;a href="http://bortong.blogspot.com"&gt;Bor&lt;/a&gt; did some thing that cannot be pardon.He put a pic of Beh as the Bitch of the year in some magazine cover that looked like Times.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you guys believe a word of the things bors said.Come here and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;I had the password to this blog and Beh had given me the liberty to blog here.I did not want to blog here but with James' demise,I now have more time.&lt;br /&gt;My children are with their grandparents in NZ and I flew down to S'pore a few days ago on hearing about sister Beh's situation.&lt;br /&gt;Sis Beh is not only suffering from depression.She has panic attacks too.Beh is now taking the pills called Proziac,I think,which was prescribed by her doctor.&lt;br /&gt;Poor sis Beh,the unfortunate incident with Ron must have had taken a toll on her health,mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;I wish sis a speedy recovery and I shall be her strength in this time of crisis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-8271617803624091238?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/8271617803624091238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=8271617803624091238' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8271617803624091238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8271617803624091238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/07/hi-i-am-joan.html' title='Hi I am Joan'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-639610770517400786</id><published>2007-07-03T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:21:04.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Boh Tong</title><content type='html'>Uncle Boh Tong called and chided me for being "childish and stupid" to blog about my domestic quarrel to the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I cannot help it, I told him because blogging about my situation makes me feel better. Perhaps I needed attention and sympathy. I told him I moderate the comments coming in from the readers and publishes the positive ones only. It makes me feel much better to blog than not to.&lt;br /&gt;There again if I do not blog,the &lt;a href="http://bortong.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bors&lt;/a&gt; will do it anyway. They are a group of retiree ground staff and are the busybody type.The Bors may distort my story and I thought it was better that I myself present the facts about my predicarment. What do you all think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-639610770517400786?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/639610770517400786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=639610770517400786' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/639610770517400786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/639610770517400786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/07/uncle-boh-tong.html' title='Uncle Boh Tong'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1004638173976659819</id><published>2007-07-01T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T17:54:52.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am disappointed!</title><content type='html'>This is tragic..this is disastrous,disappointing and it is all because of the discovery that my beloved husband,Ron is flirting with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;I know at my age and with 2 kids,I do not have a fantastic body. But what I didn't know, is my husband's desire for a young college girl of 20 years old.&lt;br /&gt;It was unfortunate or perhaps fortunate that I found out about Ron skyping with this bitch for a month already.&lt;br /&gt;I traced back their chat on Ron's computer and they made "love,and had hot sex" over the Internet.I confronted Ron about his "sex" with this young horny bitch and he said it was nothing wrong with that. He explained it was just a man's sexual fantasy displayed over the net and most men will do it if given the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;How could a wife take it when she discovered phrases like ".. put it in your mouth and slowly suck it and then take it out,lick it like you would an ice cream cone..ooo..", " Ron darling f*** me ...put your c*** in my pussy and stab me hard and...ooo..harder and Ooo faster dear, I am coming...." and many more being typed out on skype.&lt;br /&gt;Sobs...sobs...I can't take it anymore, I am shattered because I could not imagine Ron could stoop so low as to have "sex" with another over the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;You men out there,please tell me Ron is not doing the right thing...that what he did was not normal for any man to do. Ron kept telling me the act was just imaginary and it adds spices to our sex life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate what Ron had told me, the whole episode would improve his sexual performance with me. I don't believe what he said and I am feeling sick about the whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1004638173976659819?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1004638173976659819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1004638173976659819' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1004638173976659819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1004638173976659819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-disappointed.html' title='I am disappointed!'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1561265650361141547</id><published>2007-06-29T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:04:13.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mei Hua,the trainee flight stewardess,my batch girl</title><content type='html'>Mei Hua,like us a &lt;strong&gt;flight stewardess &lt;/strong&gt;trainnee had always been telling us she wanted to marry a miner. It did not matter what sort of miner. Her future husband had to be either a coal,tin,diamond or any kind of miner,as long as he was one who would go underground and dug for something.That was Mei Hua's obsession and it was kind of weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth was there was no such occupation in Singapore and Singaporean miners were unheard of. He had to be "imported" from elsewhere and Mei had realised that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei's obessesion came from the time she was a child when her parents brought her to a minning city called Fuxin of Liaoning Province in China to visit their relatives.&lt;br /&gt;As a 4 year old,Mei was fascinated by the Chinese miners and the head torches they wore around their heads. Her father even bought one of those torches as a toy for Mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as a child,her miner uncle had brought her down into an old unused coal mine a couple of times. Mei's was excited each time her uncle brought her to the mines&lt;br /&gt;she kept telling her parents and relatives she wanted to be a miner when she grew up.&lt;br /&gt;Mei told us even as a child she had never ever thought she would be a &lt;strong&gt;flight &lt;strong&gt;stewardess&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,as a &lt;strong&gt;flght stewardess &lt;/strong&gt;and may not be a miner,but had vowed she would hunt for a miner husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few years into flying,Mei met George, an elderly passenger from South Africa on one of her flights. He was an ex miner and that rekindled the excitement in Mei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George was 52 years old and Mei was 26 and after a whirlwind courtship,they got married. To Mei's surprise,she discovered that George was a miner but now he was a diamond mine owner in South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When george passed away a few years after their wedding,Mei sold their mines and left for Perth, Australia where she remarried an Australian man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perth would be the place where my family and I would call home soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1561265650361141547?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1561265650361141547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1561265650361141547' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1561265650361141547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1561265650361141547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/06/mei-hua-my-batch-girl.html' title='Mei Hua,the trainee flight stewardess,my batch girl'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-5749848296912841018</id><published>2007-06-28T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:06:06.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stewardess who jumped ship</title><content type='html'>Okay since the polls showed that over 91% of my visitors wanted me to carry on blogging the way I have been doing,I will certainly oblige them. To the 8% who are against my style of blogging i have this to say to them...Scram and don't visit my blog. I will also moderate the comments submitted by the visitors and cannot allow people to "suka suka" condemn me and the way I blog. Thank you to all my supporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continues form my last post about Linda and Ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the ex &lt;strong&gt;stewardess&lt;/strong&gt; Linda came back to Singapore after the crew were able to raise money to buy her a one way ticket back.&lt;br /&gt;While in Singapore,she appealed to the airlines to reinstate her as a &lt;strong&gt;flight stewardess&lt;/strong&gt; but with no success.&lt;br /&gt;It was confirmed by a gynecologist that Linda was pregnant and advised to abort the baby. Linda refused and later on gave birth to a baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;Linda could not secure a job for herself and she approached me to help her set up a little &lt;a href="http://myfood2.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;food stall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.She needed capital but she had none.The &lt;a href="http://lcredit.web.fc2.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;banks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,relatives and her friends would not help her. She needed around $50,000 and pleaded with me to lend her. I relented because after all she was my batch girl and a single mum.&lt;br /&gt;Now,after a couple of years in the food business,Linda opened another two stalls and had repaid me my money.&lt;br /&gt;Linda is an enterprising person and as a result she is now a &lt;a href="http://mustwin1.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;successful and rich &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-5749848296912841018?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/5749848296912841018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=5749848296912841018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5749848296912841018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5749848296912841018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/06/stewardess-who-jumped-ship.html' title='The stewardess who jumped ship'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-3119755096088143484</id><published>2007-06-24T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T15:09:43.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should be a little bit like Uncle Boh Tong.</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should be a little bit like Uncle Boh Tong and blog about some of the classic stories of crew in the airlines. For a starter,I want to blog about a batch girl of mine &lt;strong&gt;flight stewardess&lt;/strong&gt; Linda(not her real name).&lt;br /&gt;Linda was one of the sexiest looking &lt;strong&gt;trainee stewardess&lt;/strong&gt; in my class.She could make heads turn many times because she was extremely attractive,charming and 'boobsie'. We were not sure whether her boobs were real or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bohplas.blogspot.com/"&gt;plastic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; but to many of us girls,they were just irresistible to touch. What more, the men?&lt;br /&gt;At the height of her flying career, aside from the numerous dates Linda had with passengers , captains,first officers and male&lt;strong&gt; stewards&lt;/strong&gt;,she was also being dated by a rich and handsome Arab guy called Ali from Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;On one Dubai night stop,Linda "jumped ship" and never returned to work. She had eloped with the Ali and spent three months in Dubai.&lt;br /&gt;One day,out of the blue,Linda appeared at the crew hotel in Dubai and begged the crew for money so she could buy a ticket and fly back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;She told the crew about how she was badly treated by Ali and was prepared to face the music from the immigration authorities for "jumping ship"&lt;br /&gt;It was a long story but I will make it short so as not to bore you.&lt;br /&gt;Linda was at first in love with Ali but when she lived with him in Dubai,she found out that Ali had an obsession. That obsession was: he loved to have Linda screwed by his men friends in her &lt;strong&gt;stewardess &lt;/strong&gt;uniform.&lt;br /&gt;It was common for Ali to invite three to four of his friends at a single invitation to his luxurious apartment to have an orgy with Linda.&lt;br /&gt;These orgies went on for a month, almost every other day and each time Ali would invite different friends. There were Caucasians,Arabs,Indians and even Chinese at the orgies. All the time,Linda was the only female participant.&lt;br /&gt;In fact,at the beginning the sexual activities were orgies but later as Linda began to get sick of the whole thing, they became gang raping sessions.&lt;br /&gt;Poor Linda could not even walked after the rape sessions.&lt;br /&gt;Linda told us Ali and friends would often raped and sodomised her until she bled from her anus.&lt;br /&gt;At the time of escape,she suspected she was pregnant....will continue shortly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-3119755096088143484?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/3119755096088143484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=3119755096088143484' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3119755096088143484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3119755096088143484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/06/maybe-i-should-be-little-bit-like-uncle.html' title='Maybe I should be a little bit like Uncle Boh Tong.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-5585030057560831807</id><published>2007-06-24T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T14:09:03.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The comments that condemned</title><content type='html'>I think enough is enough.All those comments ( below as well as others) were nothing that would encourage one to go on blogging.&lt;br /&gt;My advice is once and for all: please f*** off and don't visit my blog if you are not happy with the things I blog about.&lt;br /&gt;FYI,I did not invite those ass***** to come here.The least one could do is not to leave any comments or better still not to visit this blog.&lt;br /&gt;This blog is meant for those who appreaciate or be neutral and has no place for those who are"sick" and critically destructive and negative.&lt;br /&gt;If not for some of my ardent supporters here, I would have closed down this blog or leave it open only to my friends. I could programmed it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want that to happen???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-5585030057560831807?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/5585030057560831807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=5585030057560831807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5585030057560831807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/5585030057560831807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/06/comments-that-condemned.html' title='The comments that condemned'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-7575213406399449845</id><published>2007-06-21T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T10:58:53.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I not blogging lately?</title><content type='html'>First my sincere apology to all my dear readers for not blogging for quite a long time and second,for not explaining earlier to you all why I stopped all of a sudden.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few weeks have seen a tremendous change in the life of my ex-lover Joan.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband,James had passed away after a short illness and had left Joan devastated.&lt;br&gt;I was in New Zealand to comfort Joan and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Right now Joan had moved to her in-laws house and plan to sell off her place soon.&lt;br /&gt;Joan might be flying back to Singapore for a holiday at the end of the year and Ron and I would let her and the kids stay at our place. It would be great to see her again and all of us look forward to that day.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile,I have also met Helen and we had a pleasant chat at her place recently. She is in great shape, still flying and having the time of her life with all her lovers,the world over.&lt;br /&gt;I will talk to you all again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-7575213406399449845?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/7575213406399449845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=7575213406399449845' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7575213406399449845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/7575213406399449845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-am-i-not-blogging-lately.html' title='Why am I not blogging lately?'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-2361109087096221313</id><published>2007-06-08T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:32:13.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesbianism,what's wrong with that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/RmiqmnLq_vI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EbEHiUvgXfU/s1600-h/lesbianText.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073492560562552562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/RmiqmnLq_vI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EbEHiUvgXfU/s400/lesbianText.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="www.brumm.com"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brumm.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to know more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-2361109087096221313?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/2361109087096221313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=2361109087096221313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2361109087096221313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2361109087096221313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/06/lesbianismwhats-wrong-with-that.html' title='Lesbianism,what&apos;s wrong with that?'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/RmiqmnLq_vI/AAAAAAAAAO4/EbEHiUvgXfU/s72-c/lesbianText.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-1374865623470594680</id><published>2007-05-26T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T11:31:19.446+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexually abused child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impotent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><title type='text'>About Joan's Husband James</title><content type='html'>Finally,I have decided to tell the world about the things and mysteries that surround James' life. I have also decided too,if Joan is unhappy about me, blogging about her husband, she is at liberty to do what whatever she wants to. Afterall, James is not his real name.&lt;br /&gt;James is a New Zealander,white and he is quite a racist. Whenever they quarrelled,James would cursed the Asian race and said all the bad things about Joan'a colour.&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder why in the first place would James want to marry Joan. He had plenty of choices.They were many white girls in NZ. But the question was,did the white girls like James? Definetely no is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;James was impotent to begin with. He could not even had sex with Joan. He was a sick man. Poor Joan had to do it herself when she needed it. That's was why she eventually turned to be my lover and a hot one in bed. Of course,after counselling and medication,James' condition improved and that's the reason for the children.&lt;br /&gt;James,as a child was sexually abused by his lady teacher of 28 years. He was a mere 11 year old boy when his school teacher raped him and kept him as her lover for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;James was badly traumatised by the events and eventually reported the matter to the school pricipal. The teacher was charged in court and sentenced.&lt;br /&gt;According to his psychologists and psychiatrists,James could not have erection as he grew up into adulthood because of the the forced sex his teacher imposed on him.&lt;br /&gt;But then,James could fell in love with Joan. Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-1374865623470594680?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/1374865623470594680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=1374865623470594680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1374865623470594680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/1374865623470594680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/05/about-joans-husband-james.html' title='About Joan&apos;s Husband James'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-3507659134398445724</id><published>2007-05-22T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:31:37.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A hurtful incidence</title><content type='html'>I am terribly sorry for taking such a long time to get back to you,my dear visitors. The past week had gone horribly wrong for me. I was supposed to start blogging about Joan,as you all know was my ex lover.Joan had given me permission to go ahead and blog about her life and time with me. However,things have to change a little because James,Joan's husband had refused to allow me to blog about Joan. He snatched the phone away from Joan,while we were talking and accused me of causing their breakup before they got married again.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the true colour of James'. I had always respected him as a gentleman.But that day when he started shouting and accusing me,I had completely lost that respect for him.&lt;br /&gt;Joan was badly hurt by the incidence over the phone but there again what choice has she got but to stand by her man.&lt;br /&gt;Now right inside me, I would never forgive James although I told Joan I would after she had apologised for her husband's uncivilised behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;So folks,it looks like I would not be blogging about Joan nor even Helen. I think I am going to hang up my blogging "boots" and call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;But then there is this saying "hell has no fury like a woman's scorn" and I was contemplating to, once again, make the saying alive like never before....mmmmm wait and be patient until I collect more info and I will .......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-3507659134398445724?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/3507659134398445724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=3507659134398445724' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3507659134398445724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3507659134398445724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/05/hurtful-incidence.html' title='A hurtful incidence'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-2217627663126924709</id><published>2007-05-19T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:01:45.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging about my ex-lovers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/Rk4-V_sd1tI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YJHJNvX5Nb4/s1600-h/asian+beau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/Rk4-V_sd1tI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YJHJNvX5Nb4/s400/asian+beau.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066055178434500306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/Rk4-WPsd1uI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9H_yQSKAJAw/s1600-h/asianpaperdolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/Rk4-WPsd1uI/AAAAAAAAAOY/9H_yQSKAJAw/s400/asianpaperdolls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066055182729467618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last week,I had spoken to Joan and Helen,my ex-lovers and asked for their permissions to blog about their personal lives,the ones or the times they were with me. Joan has consented and she does not mind me telling the world about her side of the story as long as I ensure her privacy is not intruded.That really means I must not divulge her identity(Joan is not her real name) and that of her family,currently living in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;I have also agreed to allow Joan to personally come in here and say hi to you all,anytime she feels like it. Of course, I will give her my password to access this blog.What say you :) ?&lt;br /&gt;It sounds exciting to me at least, to have the opportunity to blog about Joan and have her here as a "Guest". As for Helen, she is quite reluctant to allow me to blog about her life story. She prefers to wait on the sideline and see how we progress on the Joan's story. But there again,Helen might missed out if there is any publisher who may be interested in our story like in uncle Boh Tong's case.&lt;br /&gt;It came to me as no surprise when &lt;a href="http://bohtong.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boh Tong &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was recently approached by a big publisher to publish his stories. The deal is still under negotiation and Boh Tong has not said a word about it in his blog. You know how careful and secretive uncle Boh is.&lt;br /&gt;You know that guy Bors? He mentioned something about uncle Boh Tong selling his blog. &lt;a href="http://bortong.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wasn't rumouring when he said that.Bors merely got his facts a little twisted that's all because it's not about selling blogs but about selling stories.&lt;br /&gt;I wish uncle Boh all the best and hope his publication would be a bestseller.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to my situation,I will start blogging again in the next few days as I am quite busy at the moment. So to all my sweet and faithful supporters I have this to say: Be patient and you will get rewarded by the next episode of Joan's personal life story....which I think is going to be exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-2217627663126924709?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/2217627663126924709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=2217627663126924709' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2217627663126924709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/2217627663126924709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/05/blogging-about-my-ex-lovers.html' title='Blogging about my ex-lovers.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uLRK8K2EOKk/Rk4-V_sd1tI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YJHJNvX5Nb4/s72-c/asian+beau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-6406871878616247340</id><published>2007-05-18T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T22:01:13.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow so many visitors!</title><content type='html'>Even though I have temporarily stop blogging for the last week,I am touched by the number of visitors to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;The average per day is 50 visitors with about 70 hits. That's not bigtime though but for me, a humble newbie to the blogging world,I feel flattered.&lt;br /&gt;I have finished blogging about my personal life in the airlines,which I have worked as a flight attendant and that's the reason I stopped blogging for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;I apologised to my readers who had not been too happy with the story of life,which they considered as offensive. There again,I have made many friends here who loved my stories and to you all, I have this to say: Beh loves you all and will continue blogging just to keep you coming back to "see" me.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a million and give me another day or two and I'll be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-6406871878616247340?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/6406871878616247340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=6406871878616247340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6406871878616247340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6406871878616247340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/05/wow-so-many-visitors.html' title='Wow so many visitors!'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-6320525293946746433</id><published>2007-05-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T20:57:45.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tired of being a ...........!!!</title><content type='html'>Without Helen or Joan,I did not feel like living my life as a lesbian.I have got plenty of money to splurge and Ron was always there to help me. Damn Ron! He coerced me at one stage to invest in the Malaysian OTC shares. We were actually speculating and not investing. I poured in hundreds of thousands of dollars into counter like Sri Hartamas,Promet and the likes and lost when the counters were suspended.Eventually,when these shares were released,they were worth zero value and some of these companies went bankrupt. All thanks to my good friend Ron! He too lost his pants.&lt;br /&gt;In no time, I was back to Ron as his GF. Guess he was a really patient man,always waiting for me to change my life back from being a lesbian to a ordinary woman.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I had a strong attachment and eventually fell in love with Ron,my ex instructor.&lt;br /&gt;It was a grand finale when I finally gave my virginity to Ron and in 1999,we got married.&lt;br /&gt;I flew for a while and left the airlines not so long ago to start a family.&lt;br /&gt;Today,we are happily married and have two little girls of our own.&lt;br /&gt;Ron was an excellent husband and a fabulous dad to our daughters.&lt;br /&gt;We had our applied for Australian PR and it won't be long before we will immigrate to Australia. We bought a beautiful house in Perth that's worth  A$500K and all of us are looking forward to spending the rest of our lives in Australia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-6320525293946746433?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/6320525293946746433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=6320525293946746433' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6320525293946746433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/6320525293946746433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-tired-of-being.html' title='I was tired of being a ...........!!!'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-3477076395071255421</id><published>2007-05-05T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:21:38.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't believe it the breakfast is only $1.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it when uncle&lt;strong&gt; Boh Tong&lt;/strong&gt; told me the breakfast ( western ) consisting of a medium size suasage,baked beans, 2 large pcs of french toasts plus unlimited amount of refillable coffee for only S$1.&lt;br /&gt;The Mee Siam and Porridge cost $1.50 and all these are being sold at an aircon resturaunt. I would strongly recommend you to try.Most probably I would be there with my friends again next week and maybe I will bump into you,my loyal readers.&lt;br /&gt;It's all for the fun of it cos we aren't cheapskate. Hey, last week I saw a very senior &lt;strong&gt;SIA capt&lt;/strong&gt; there too. A lot of &lt;strong&gt;SIA crew&lt;/strong&gt; flocked there too.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myfood2.blogspot.com"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for more info&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-3477076395071255421?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/3477076395071255421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=3477076395071255421' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3477076395071255421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/3477076395071255421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/05/cant-believe-it-breakfast-is-only-1.html' title='Can&apos;t believe it the breakfast is only $1.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-110810395305217595</id><published>2007-05-05T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:22:30.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry for not blogging.</title><content type='html'>I had been very busy with many things the last week and I am sorry to have kept you all in the lurch.&lt;br /&gt;So it's nice to sit in front of my computer and start to blog again. According to studies, blogging is good of your physical and mental health.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging let you release your frustration,tell your secrets and anything you want to say to an audience who don't even know you but would listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been guilty of stalling my stories. Many of my blog visitors had asked me who was the person I had given my virginity to,if I had at all.&lt;br /&gt;My reply was, " wait for a while more and be patient".&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, I want to cut my story short and I will answer you in just a while.&lt;br /&gt;Well most of you knew that I was a Bi &lt;strong&gt;lesbian&lt;/strong&gt; and that simply meant I could go to bed with guys and girls.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if you have been following my story you know that I enjoy the company of females more than males.&lt;br /&gt;My heart had been broken by man and woman,namely &lt;strong&gt;King and Helen&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;strong&gt;Ron&lt;/strong&gt;,he was my ex male lover but we went through "thick and thin" together. We shared the same apartment even after Helen left me.&lt;br /&gt;I had a strong attachment for Ron. Well sometimes,you will need a man around to provide that masculine protection,physical as well as psychological.&lt;br /&gt;So despite of sexual preference,I still need Ron to be around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-110810395305217595?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/110810395305217595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=110810395305217595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/110810395305217595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/110810395305217595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-sorry-for-not-blogging.html' title='I am sorry for not blogging.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5664349703227098600.post-8804530405644867324</id><published>2007-04-26T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:23:25.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayorana Helen chan, Arigato Lim san.</title><content type='html'>Life with Helen was unbearable and she did us a favour by eloping with another &lt;strong&gt;stewardess.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, I was &lt;strong&gt;broken hearted&lt;/strong&gt; but that was the better way out for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;Now,I was left with &lt;strong&gt;Ron&lt;/strong&gt; in the apartment. We got along fine with each other. Ron often teased me by telling me that he would be a better lover than Helen.But I wasn't in the mood to entertain him at this juncture.&lt;br /&gt;A few months later,Mr. Lim my precious friend passed away. I had a call from his lawyers who wanted to see me regarding a will that Mr. Lim had made in my name.&lt;br /&gt;I had a mixed feeling,a feeling of sadness for the loss of a wonderful friend and an excitement within me to find out what was in his will.&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise, Mr.Lim had left me close to two million dollars worth of properties in New Zealand. The apartment where I stayed in Auckland was one of them. I felt bad for I had not given him anything when he was alive,only some of my time dinning and shopping with him.&lt;a href="http://plugin.smileycentral.com/http%253A%252F%252Fwww.smileycentral.com%252F%253Fpartner%253DZSzeb008%255FZCxdm451YYSG%2526i%253D4%252F4%255F17%255F209%2526feat%253Dprof/page.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="SmileyCentral.com" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_17_209.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://plugin.smileycentral.com/http%253A%252F%252Fimgfarm%252Ecom%252Fimages%252Fnocache%252Ftr%252Ffw%252Fsmiley%252Fsocial%252Egif%253Fi%253D4%252F4_17_209/image.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr.Lim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a nice thing to say but when I signed the papers to claim my "inheritance",I celebrated the occasion with an expensive bottle of Dom at our apartment.The next day, we feasted ourselves with the best meals we could find...courtesy of the late Mr. Lim.&lt;br /&gt;Ron was happy for me and he was the only one in the airline who knew about my "inheritance". Later on, when I sold one of "my" properties, I presented Ron with a hundred thousand dollar cheque.&lt;br /&gt;Who dare say that I've got to sleep with an old fellow to make millions? In his will,I was named as his god daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5664349703227098600-8804530405644867324?l=behtong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/feeds/8804530405644867324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5664349703227098600&amp;postID=8804530405644867324' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8804530405644867324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5664349703227098600/posts/default/8804530405644867324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behtong.blogspot.com/2007/04/sayorana-helen-chan-arigato-lim-san.html' title='Sayorana Helen chan, Arigato Lim san.'/><author><name>Horsey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry></feed>
