Please note the difference.

On the left, that is a lion.
On the right, that is me, a bear.

Please note the difference.
Thank you.

They call me "Handsome Bear"

My lovely aunties at Baidu are very right about this:

http://post.baidu.com//f?kz=186937779

The 300 Challenge

So, everyone's going to Broasia.com and posting on the Bae Yong Joon Family board. Will Mommy stop posting on KOB and BYJNews.com now?

"No freakin' way," says Mommy, who promised to stop swearing and hasn't. Figures.

Want to see a very handsome bear with his two favorite uncles?










Here's me flying to Los Angeles last September:

Diary of a Joon Bear

Diary of a Joon Bear



Daddy, I am waiting to see you again.


Uncle Je Hwan was working on
the computer. "Play with me!" I asked him.

He is working on something very important. He is such a nice uncle, anyway.










Auntie Rosemary and I held a very important meeting. She showed me how to write my name.

She is so lovely and very smart.











I am counting the seconds until
I see my Daddy's new drama this May!


Happy ----- ----- ---!

Out of Exile

I am out of exile.

I had to be hidden under a pillow or in the top of a closet for three months. But Mommy took me down and kissed me on the nose every day. A little Korean girl played with me - she threw me up in the air and caught me a lot, and took off my clothes and left me naked. Mommy would chuckle every time she'd move the pillow and find me there. "Goin' commando again, huh Friday?" she'd laugh, dressing me again.

On my birthday, she brushed my hair and cuddled me: "I'm sorry I can't do anything for your birthday. I didn't forget. We're gonna go home soon, and you'll have a place of honor again."

I have a place of honor on the new bed, in our new apartment. It's small and white and charming. There are lots of very noisy neighbors. Last night, as we were falling asleep, Mommy laughed and said, "Listen!"

The music from Winter Sonata was coming through the window. A few minutes later, we heard one of the loud people, who had been playing guitar and singing songs the night previous, say: "What's with the bikes? They're walking in the trees and all of a sudden there's these bikes! What, did they steal them?"

Mommy yelled back through the window: "There's a bike rental on the island. I've been there!"

"Thanks!" the gentleman yelled back. White people are funny.

Mom's Blog

Mom can't update her blog any more, as Google took over Blogger, and her signin only brings her to Gmail, not blogspot.

She's very sad about this, and hopes the blogspot people will fix it. She's not holding her breath, she says.

She also pointed out to me that every time there's slow news on Daddy, people start nagging him about parts of his life that are very personal and none of their business, and she wishes they would lay off.

A Phone-y Photo

Do you see my beautiful Yukata? I am standing on Mommy's bed, looking at her posters of Daddy. The pink scarf was a birthday present from Auntie Flor. She put it around my room and the top part of her bed to look exotic and pretty.
Sebastian, my brother in Japan, sent me the gorgeous yukata I am wearing. Isn't it nice? I will wear it to Daddy's birthday party. This is the place I sit on the bed when I help Mommy with her writing and designing during the day.
She took this picture with her phone she got for her birthday. I gave her my name that I wrote in calligraphy and a black jacket like Daddy's that he wore to the airport a few weeks ago. Sebastian's Okasan gave her two pretty drawings. She sent them a present in the mail today. What is it? Oh, I cannot tell!

Mommy's gentleman friend in Korea bought the party favors for Daddy's birthday party today and will mail them to us, soon. I am happy! What a nice gentleman! Mommy wanted to get me a hanbok from Build a Bear, but she says they only have girl ones and she'd like to give me a boy one. Maybe for my birthday in February...
Tomorrow I might get to see Auntie Joanne. I hope so!