<?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-17602621</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:16:45.193+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan Cyber Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17602621.post-114247341582865481</id><published>2006-03-16T10:15:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:43:35.860+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss</title><content type='html'>I am sure many people who sometimes read my blog think I only have online dating, but no real dating whole my life. I am a healthy and pretty woman, so I sometimes have dating with 'real' boys. Most of my boyfriends were Japanese before I started dating with foreign guys who lived in Japan. I used to date with a few German guys who spoke really good Japanese. But just went out and kissed slightly, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a French boy one day. He is studying at Japanese college in one of the famous city. When I saw him first time, we would see again and something would be happened then even his looking was not my type. I decided to see him one spring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked me up in front of the station and brought my bag to his car. He kissed to my lips slightly when I got into his car. He held my hand while he was driving until we came back to his place. He lived in a small apartment and all rooms are for students of his college. He parked his car and kissed me a little harder. I was so embarassed and couldn't accept his tounge then.&lt;br /&gt;'Why you don't open your mouth'&lt;br /&gt;He asked in French accent English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up my mind before I entered his room because I was sure he wanted me so much then. He made tea and we had sweet I brought. Suddenly, he hugged me and kissed me so hard. I opened my mouth to accepet his tounge then. The French boy's kiss was so nice, romantic and passionate. It was completely defferent with Japanese boys ones. How different? Japanese boys just pushed their lips and tounges. But this French boy played with my tounge and licked everywhere inside my mouth. His kiss is the best I have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think anything while he was kissing me. I felt something cold in my breasts. Yes, his hand was inside my cloth and tried to touch them. I stopped him since I was a little scared of making love with foreign guy.&lt;br /&gt;'Why?'&lt;br /&gt;He asked. I answered,&lt;br /&gt;' I am hungry. Food is fisrt.'&lt;br /&gt;What a goofy answer! So he took me to an Italian restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had food, he kissed me again in his car at the parking lot of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;'We smell like salad...'&lt;br /&gt;He whipered. I was completely absorbed in kissing him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back him place, but I leave the rest to your imagination what happned after that. Just one thing, his looking was not my type, but his body was perfect! I still see him sometimes even now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17602621-114247341582865481?l=japancybergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114247341582865481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17602621&amp;postID=114247341582865481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/114247341582865481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/114247341582865481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/kiss.html' title='Kiss'/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17602621.post-114226061506227804</id><published>2006-03-13T23:33:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:36:55.806+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy in Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2715/1700/1600/P252i0048300353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2715/1700/320/P252i0048300353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest Reader,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised to post new one tonight, but I am very sleepy all a day... I cannot open my eyes any more, so I will just show my picture. I know it is not enough for you, but ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come back ehre very soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17602621-114226061506227804?l=japancybergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114226061506227804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17602621&amp;postID=114226061506227804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/114226061506227804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/114226061506227804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/sleepy-in-japan.html' title='Sleepy in Japan'/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17602621.post-114200233745326382</id><published>2006-03-10T23:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:52:17.546+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Private Lesson</title><content type='html'>Wow, I have not posted for a long time.  It is a little difficult to write my post in English, and I am very lazy girl as you know. I will start again from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  I have to finish writing the Pkistani boy's story. I forgot what I wrote about him last time, so I read it again a few minutes back. Yes, I wondered he knew how to make love and I told him about that. It was also funny story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew a little about sex because his Pakistani friend who is married to a Japanese lady told him. He just thought sex is just insert his penis to girl's vagina. That is so wrong, of course. It could be called rape if he cannnot satisfied his girl, don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started my  'private lesson'  to him. I told him like that. First of all, he has to kiss to a girl. He asked me why. Why? I think kiss is more important than sex for girls. I cannnot have sex without kiss.  He said&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I saw a picture! A mother kissed to her baby's forehead.'&lt;br /&gt;I told him he had to kiss to girl's lips and put his tongue into her mouth. He was suprised and said&lt;br /&gt;'Awwwwweeeeeee'&lt;br /&gt;What a stupid boy! Kiss is the best part for lovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me what he should do next. I told him he had to take off her clothes gently and kiss her whole body(he was surprised, of course, all the time). And told him to kiss and suck her breasts.&lt;br /&gt;'Suck breasts? Why? Do they milk?'&lt;br /&gt;He asked me stupidly. I thought he was just making fun of me, but he was serious. I said sex is not for boy's satisfaction and men have to give much pleasure to girls. He was confused and lost his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is Pakistani, he is muslim and his religion habits having sex (and masterbating) before marriage. He was hegitated to offer, but he made up his mind to ask me something.&lt;br /&gt;`Can you teach me how to do sex?'&lt;br /&gt;He took out his web camera and showed me his penis. Yes, it was big, long and erection as he told me. I thought about it for a few days and I decided to accept his offering. Why? It was not just for his big thing, I was interested in sleeping young virgin boy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I refused his offering after that. I know he was interested in me as a girl and would be serious to me if we had sex just once. He was handsome and cute, but not my type to be with for good. I did not want hurt him any more, and I stopped chatting with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big earthquake in Pakistan last year. I just wanted to know about his family in his country and sent short message to him. He replied me his family was OK and he was doing well. It was the last conversation between he and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17602621-114200233745326382?l=japancybergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/114200233745326382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17602621&amp;postID=114200233745326382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/114200233745326382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/114200233745326382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2006/03/private-lesson.html' title='Private Lesson'/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17602621.post-113437068265217739</id><published>2005-12-12T15:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:15:32.586+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Allergy</title><content type='html'>One nice spring day, the Pakistani boy told me he had allergy every spring. I also have pollen allergy, so I thought he had sort of problem with me. But his allergy was more serious than mine. The problem was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said his penis was standinｇ all the time in spring and it was painful. I understood all young boys have same problem not only spring but also all a year, right? My ex-boyfriend was so horny every time when I visited him. The Pakistani boy was virgin... I think he is still virgin because his religion does not allow to have sex before marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to go to a hospital and ask what he should so with the ploblem to his doctor. I thought he made fun of me when he told about the story. But he was too serious. And his doctor told him he should get married as soon as possible because he had too much hormone. Of cource his doctor was sirious either. I wanted to laugh when I heard his story. Can you imagine, how much I had to be patient for laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him his doctor adviced you to masterbate or not. He was surprised and said masterbation is habitted in his relegion. Wow, I did not know that. They believed if they masterbate, thier sparm must be getting thinner. I do not know about men's thing, so please tell me if you know about that; man't sparm is getting thinner if you guys repeated masterbating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard masterbation is good training for having sex. Men can be patient for cumming... Is it ture? So I told him to to masterbate. He did not know how to do it and said it must be nice if he touched his penis, but he could not. I kept telling him to touch and stroke it, but he did not do. All I could tell him to have a girlfriend and get married like his doctor. I already wrote he liked Japanese girls, but he could now find any here in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sort of interested wether he wanted to have sex or not. Of course he wanted like other normal young boys. I asked him he knew how to do sex. I will write about it next my post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17602621-113437068265217739?l=japancybergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113437068265217739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17602621&amp;postID=113437068265217739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/113437068265217739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/113437068265217739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/spring-allergy.html' title='Spring Allergy'/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17602621.post-113125382070620922</id><published>2005-11-06T14:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T14:20:30.756+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Frist Contact</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/virgin-road.html"&gt;The Pakistani boy&lt;/a&gt; wanted to have a Japanese girlfriend. He was interested in me at first, but he had to give me up because he knew I had a boyfriend at that time. My boyfriend was not Japanese, so he asked me how to make a Japanese girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lived in a big city, so he had much chance to meet many girls there. His problem was cannnot speak good Japanese. But some girls want to see foreign guys and most of them go to club to get nice boys. I think the Pakistani boy was very handsome. He looks like poplular Japanese singer, Ken Hirai, so I thought some girls would like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommended him to go to clubs, but he did not know what is club. I told him he could see some Japanese girls with dringking beer or cocktail. I completely forgot he was devout Muslim. He did not want to go to clubs for drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I told him to find penpal sites. I know many Japanese girls entried to improve their English and get some foreign friends. It is easy way to have friends from overseas. He looked at some panpal sites and asked me one question.&lt;br /&gt;`Why many Japanese girls want to find black boyfriends?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmm, difficult question. I know the reason, of course. A few girls just want to have sex with foreign guys and most of them want to have big...,you know. I told him about that honestly. He was serprised and deploredbthe decline in moral standerds of Japanese girls. But he said,&lt;br /&gt;'Mine is big. 27cm.'&lt;br /&gt;Oh, OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He enrtied one penpal site and got E-mail from a girl who lives same area with him. He name was Mitsuko(not real name, of course) who is a young English teacher. They E-mailed some times and decided to meet finally. The Pakistani boy told me all about their dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They met in front of the station near her place. The Pakistani boy was wating for her with a flowers and gave them to her. Mitsuko was embarrased when he gave the flowers. They had lunch together, but did not talk so much. So they went to see a movie after that. And they eschanged their cell phone number when they said good bye. It was simple dating, but nice I thought. He said she is pretty and very nice gilr. He would love to see her again. He called her some times, but she never picked up his phone. He did not know what happned with them. Poor boy! He was dissapointed with Japanese girls and never try to find girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, spring came and he got another problem after that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17602621-113125382070620922?l=japancybergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113125382070620922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17602621&amp;postID=113125382070620922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/113125382070620922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/113125382070620922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/frist-contact.html' title='Frist Contact'/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17602621.post-113110963222728814</id><published>2005-11-04T22:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T12:38:25.503+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Road</title><content type='html'>I had chatted with a young Pakistani boy for several months. He is working at a car dealer in Kansai area, Japan. He cannot speak good Japanese so it was a little hard to make Japanese friends for him. He tried to chat me and wanted to be my friend. I have never had Pakistani friends, so I was glad to have one, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very nice and sincere boy. He studied law at college and speaks really good English. He has British accent when I talked with him on the phone. He is devout Muslim, so he sometimes stopped chatting when the time of praying. I had to wait for him while he was praying to Allar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not religious person even my parents are Buddhists(my mother offered rice and tea to a Buddhist altar and pary every morning). But I asked him about Muslim. Oh, I should not ask about that. He started talking about his religion for an hour and told me how great his religion is. He gave me some web page's URL about Muslim and the Koran written in English. I did not read it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was curious one thing about him. I know Muslim people cannot have sex before they married. He was 26 years old then, so I wanted to ask him he was virgin or not. He said YES, means he was virgin(I think he is still virgin). He told me how sinful people have sex before marriage. Anyway I was born free sex country, so it sounded critical for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, he was getting interested me. He said I was his type. He said I am not skinny and have big breasts. He thought so when he saw my picture. He like the body type like me. Well, I am not skinny, but my breasts are not so big. Just average. He lives in Japan, so he would like to see me. He asked me how we could meet. I did not think he was serious, so I told him he could come to my place by ferry or train. He kept asking me like 'how much money he needs, how long it takes, where we can see...' and so on. I did not want to see him around my place(my place is small, so people think he is my boyfriend!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to go to Kansai area in spring, so I told him to see there when I was there. He said we should stay same hotel room and talk till morning. I said no because he might want to sleep with me if we stay in same room. He said he is devout Muslim, so he would not touch me even I was atractive. Anyway I did not go to Kansai area then. I was busy for my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to have a Japanese girlfriend, so I recommended him to find a nice girl around his area. He asked me how to meet girls in Japan. I will write about his dating story next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17602621-113110963222728814?l=japancybergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113110963222728814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17602621&amp;postID=113110963222728814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/113110963222728814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/113110963222728814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/virgin-road.html' title='Virgin Road'/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17602621.post-113072556977719141</id><published>2005-10-31T11:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T23:12:17.423+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Death By Female</title><content type='html'>I like martial arts so I do one of Japanese martial arts a few times a week. I have done it more than 3 years and my teacher told me I can beat up guys who do not do any sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a young Italian boy chatted to me. He saw my plofile and knew I do martial arts. He asked me I can beat guys first time. I thoguht he was interested in martial arts, so he asked me about that. He was excited when I said I might beat them up. He asked me I could kill guys or not. I don't know.... I have never tried to kill anyone else. But he kept asking me how to kill person without any wepons. I was tried to answer him how to kill guys(I was silly!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, he asked me&lt;br /&gt;'Can you kill me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he wanted to die but he did not want to commit suicide. So Weird... I told him to ask strong guys or murderous fiends, but he wanted to be killed by female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he would come to Japan to be killed by me, but I really do not want to kill someone. I do not want to be murder, of course. So I rold him to find a female soldier who can kill him. He asked me AGAIN where he could find the soldier girl. I do not know!!!!! I told him AGAIN to find her on the Internet or go to some countries where were under war. He would be killed there before he meet any women though. He gave up me to kill him after an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later, he was online and chatted to me again. He asked me again,&lt;br /&gt;`Can you kill me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is still looking for girls who can kill him online world, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17602621-113072556977719141?l=japancybergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113072556977719141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17602621&amp;postID=113072556977719141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/113072556977719141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/113072556977719141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/death-by-female.html' title='Death By Female'/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17602621.post-112972714681247325</id><published>2005-10-19T22:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:07:12.703+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Of Africa</title><content type='html'>My first 'stranger' who chatted to me was from Nigeria if I remember correctly. I did not think anyone could talked to me online, so I was surprised a little when he chatted to me. I think my first word was 'Who are you?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was excited when I heard he was Nigerian because I was talking with someone from Africa at the same time! I would love to be his friend at first, but his purpose was different. He was looking for a marriage partner. After a few minutes when we started chatting, he asked me for marriage. What? So silly! I did not know him and he did not know me neither. I told him like that, but he said it was not important whenever we met. No, it is very important for me. I am not so generous to accept his proposal without knowing him very well. I said 'No' to him, but he was still chatting me. I knew I could deny him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was released with him the day, but I got same kind of proposal many times. Most of them were from Africa. I do not know why... And from India. I knew the reason why Indian guys always look for thier wives(it is really sad reason though). One of my online friends told me about it recently. I would like to write it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely cannot understand why African guys want Asian girls. I can communicate with people in English, but many eastern Asian girls like Japanese cannnot speak good English. It must be very hard for them to get Japanese girlfriend or wives. And my advice is not asking for marriage when you chat first time. Be friends first and show your love graduatelly. Or girls must be scared of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17602621-112972714681247325?l=japancybergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112972714681247325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17602621&amp;postID=112972714681247325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/112972714681247325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/112972714681247325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/out-of-africa.html' title='Out Of Africa'/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17602621.post-112946061969562638</id><published>2005-10-16T20:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:16:16.580+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannot Be A Step Mom</title><content type='html'>My chatting history is not so long. I already wrote why I started chatting before. I usually used pen pal sites to make friends in the world. I met many people both boys and girls and exchanged emails sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a guy from Sri Lanka through one penpal site. He used to live in Japan many years ago and had a Japanese girlfriend. He always missed Japan and her, so he wanted to become my friend to keep his Japanese and sweet memories. He was married in Sri Lanka and had 2 kids then. He is older than I and I liked talking with him very much. I feｌｔ like being his little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he immigrated to Australia with his family. But his wife could not adapt herself to the changing in her surrounding. She left her husband and kids there and went back to Sri Lanka alone. Poor my friend and his kids... But his kids knew English a lot and enjoyed Australian life without missing their mom(I don't think it is ture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend started telling his love to me when we started chatting even he knew I had a boyfriend here in Japan. He always wanted to hear about me and my boyfriend's private thing, yes, it means sex. He asked me how he kissed me, how he loved my body, how I love his 'thing'... Yes, too much! I do not like telling my private thing to anyone, so I did not tell a lot. I told him a little bit about my sex life. It was my fault because he was too excited and wanted me to be his girlfriend. He told me I was sexy, hot and beautiful every time we chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know, I thought he was like my brother, so how could I love him as a man? I told him I wanted to be his friend, but he did not give up. He told me to come to Australia to live with him. He wanted to remarry to me. No, I did not want. He had to bring up 2 kids. They were around 10 years old. If I were with him, I had to be their step mom. I have never married, never had any kids in my life. I am a kind of romantic person, so I did not want to marry to him. My husband should be obviously single without kids. I had been refusing his proposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent me one of his pictures while we were chatting one day. I could see his face in the picture(he was handsome actualy), but it was very dark picture. He told me he took it in his bed room then and would sent me another one. I lost my word when he sent me another picture. I could show his 'thing' in the picture. I really did not want to see my friend's 'thing'. He said he cannnot be just a friend any more. I told him I could not be his kids' step mom and said good-bye to my friend. It was sad to say that to him. He said he would wait for me until I changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stopped chatting with him since then, but he emailed me once to say he missed me a lot. I wish he could find his right girl there and live happily with his new family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17602621-112946061969562638?l=japancybergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112946061969562638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17602621&amp;postID=112946061969562638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/112946061969562638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/112946061969562638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/cannot-be-step-mom.html' title='Cannot Be A Step Mom'/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17602621.post-112908392201938190</id><published>2005-10-12T11:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T11:25:22.033+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor 'NO' : Returns</title><content type='html'>What a coincidence! I got Dr. No's message yesterday, yes, I just wrote about his my last post. Wow, do you think it is fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I will tell you what he said to me then. We have stopped chatting since the end of last year. I told you he wanted to see my naked through web camera, but I did not want. I thought I quit talking with him, but he did not think so. He thought he quit talking with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? He met a girl at his work and they fell in love. He said he could not handle 2 girls at the same time. He thought I was his girlfriend then... Anyway, I had a boyfriend here in Japan(he is not a Japanese though) at that time. Silly silly boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they broke up recently, so he tried to contact to me again. I was thinking I should reply him or not for a little while when he sent me his first message, but I was kind of moody and wanted to talk with someone then, so I decided to reply my message to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he had missed me since we stopped talking and wanted me to accept him again. He gave me a lot of sweet words I have not had recently. I was a little happy as usual woman. Many guys do not know girls want to hear such a nice nice words all the time, but boys always forget once they got their girlfriend. Boys, you can't blame your girlfriends if they fall in love with other guys! You should tell her your love very often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he told me to live with him in US. Oh, I do not want and I am scared if he throw me away like his ex-girlfriend. He told me I should visit him once, but I do not have much money to fly there. He said he will pay for all my travel. He is very serious!  I have never seen such a boy who can spend much money for me! I was inpressed with him a little, of course...  I cannot trust him, so I will not visit him even he buys my ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he will be online today and will call me. You know I like phone call from my boyfriends, but many of them forget it like the other boys. I will not pick up the phone, but he reminded me how I can be happy with nice words from boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought he was nice for a few minutes, but he asked me to show his 'thing' through web camera finally. What a nasty man! He has not changed!!!!! I think he will force me to use web camera again. He should know I will not be his girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17602621-112908392201938190?l=japancybergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112908392201938190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17602621&amp;postID=112908392201938190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/112908392201938190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/112908392201938190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/doctor-no-returns.html' title='Doctor &apos;NO&apos; : Returns'/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17602621.post-112893310178470842</id><published>2005-10-10T17:31:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T17:31:41.790+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor 'NO'</title><content type='html'>My first chatting partner was an European medical doctor who works in US. He used to work in Japan for many years, so he spoke really good Japanese. He really likes Japanese girls( I know the reason, but it is not suitable to tell about that here) and he wanted me for his life partner. We used to email each other, but he wanted to chat and told me to have my ID for chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was very nice at first and treat me like a princess when he was in Japan, but he was chaging little by little through online chatting. I liked him becuase he spoke Japanese, smart and very tall(I really like tall boys!). Trust me, I have never slept with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he asked me to send my naked pictures... Of course I could not take such a picture! He complained a lot and told me to buy web camera next. He wanted to chat with seeing me without any clothes. No, I didn't want, but he said he was very serious to me and would be my life partner forever. I was not going to take off all my clothes, but I thought I can wear my bikinis or bathing suits. So, I bought a web camera, but I had not use it and threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I told him I bought a web camera before I installed to my computer. He asked me to see me with his co-worker at his work. What? He wanted to show me to his co-worker? At his work? I think it was so crazy... I was a little sick of him at that time becuase he talked only sex things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he wanted me, but did not think he could be patient for sex. I asked him how he could solve his sexual problem. He anwered honestly and stupidly. He had a Japanese lover who had a Japanese husband. He said he did not want her, but she came to his place just for sex. I thought he would meet her if I moved to his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND he said he slept with his patient at the hospital. All of his patients were cancer. He only slept with Chinese patients(because there were no Japanese).  You know, I lost my words... He said it was volunteer work. SO CRAZY!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not handle him any more, so I stopped chatting with him. I think he is still looking for a Japanese partner who is generous for his sex habit and can be naked in front of the web camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I never use web camera when I chat anyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17602621-112893310178470842?l=japancybergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112893310178470842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17602621&amp;postID=112893310178470842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/112893310178470842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/112893310178470842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/doctor-no.html' title='Doctor &apos;NO&apos;'/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17602621.post-112884764315499396</id><published>2005-10-09T17:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T17:47:23.156+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dating</title><content type='html'>Well, I was not expected to meet a number of guys when I started online chatting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started chatting to talk with my friend overseas. I chatted with only him at that time, but I learned how to complete my profile and placed my picture in my profile. Since then, a lot of people tried to chat with me, maybe nearly 100 poeple for a year! There were only a few girls in it, yes most of them were boys from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think I am a naughty and dirty girl, but you are wrong.  I sometimes used penpal sites to make friends and wanted to improve my English. Of course most of them were boys who emailed me, but I didn't have to reply if I didn't like them. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online chatting is a little different from emails. I can talk same time with people from the world. It is kind of 'Real Talking' for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of guys told me I was beautiful(I am just normal looking!), sexy(I don't look sexy in the picture...) and hot(I am confusing with the word...). Some boys told their love to me, some asked me for marriage when we chatted first time. It was weird for me. And some asked me to do cyber sex and tried to show me thier nasty things through web cam.  It is so disgusting!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I met some nice people and enjoyed chatting with them.  I got a few nice friends from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know I can call 'Online Dating' or not, but I sometimes felt like dating with some of them. I will write about my online dating experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17602621-112884764315499396?l=japancybergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112884764315499396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17602621&amp;postID=112884764315499396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/112884764315499396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/112884764315499396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/online-dating.html' title='Online Dating'/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17602621.post-112873804679266411</id><published>2005-10-08T11:20:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T11:20:46.796+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/640/jcg2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17602621-112873804679266411?l=japancybergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112873804679266411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17602621&amp;postID=112873804679266411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/112873804679266411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17602621/posts/default/112873804679266411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://japancybergirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Japan Cyber Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17252356589170459437</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/158/8231/320/jcg2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
