<?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-1308790687172532407</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:56:17.106-08:00</updated><category term='blog.'/><category term='bbblooooogggg'/><title type='text'>Amazing Because It Is</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>elephant.</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1308790687172532407.post-8328460011017999863</id><published>2009-01-23T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T06:43:52.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY "BIRTHDAY"!</title><content type='html'>Hello all, once and again. Yes, I have finally updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was CNY celebration day. We were allowed to wear our home clothes. Nothing much. After school was when the real party started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to my primary school to visit my teachers. I couldn't find any of my teachers nor ex-classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, Esmond, HanWei, JanJan, Beaver and I took a cab (HanWei and JanJan's treat) to Peninsula. They wanted to buy some things there. The rest (Lucius, JiaJun, Chris, Alloy, Eugene, Geek, WeiJie) made their own way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent about 15 minutes deciding on what show to watch. Bride Wars was our final decision. Movie was about an hour and a half? I won't really say its fantastic but then again it wasn't that bad either. Chris actually cried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So after the movie, Lucius, HanWei and JanJan had to go. The rest of us went to the front of the cinema's stage and sang me a happy birthday song :). And of course, they didn't forget about the taupok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving the theatre, decided to take some photos before we left. Spent about 30 minutes before we finally found a decent spot to take our photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all. There was definitely more, but you know me, I'm too lazy to type them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. One thing I want to mention. Sorry I couldn't go online for so long. My computer's been SUPER LAGGGG with the MSN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-8328460011017999863?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/8328460011017999863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=8328460011017999863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/8328460011017999863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/8328460011017999863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-birthday.html' title='MY &quot;BIRTHDAY&quot;!'/><author><name>elephant.</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-1308790687172532407.post-319727368710364950</id><published>2008-12-31T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T08:50:31.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Hello. Happy New Year. Yea whatever. I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Um. Yesterday, had loads of fun with 6 of my classmates(Shun Feng, Maynard, Joon Woon, Jia Jun, Jason, Jun Qiu) at KBOX. Joon Woon and I sang Aerosmith's I don't wanna miss a thing. Screwed up big time. He tried screaming. Which was really horrible. After a while, Jason, Jia Jun and Jun Qiu came. We enjoyed ourselves alot. Everybody got a chance to sing. Lots more happened but I'm just too lazy to type it all down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Although I must mention that Joon Woon accidentally broke a glass cup, and they didn't charge us for it! Should have broke all of them before we left though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After that, we left for the arcade. Boring. Haha. But Jia Jun beat all the high scores of those basketball shooting thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And later, Joon Woon, Jia Jun, Jason, Jun Qiu came to my house for a little swim. They stayed till bout' 6 plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Yea. And in an blink of an eye, 2009. Welcomed it with a sad (emo) song. I'm not a very optimistic person. So yea, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Anyway, Happy New Year again. Thanks for viewing my blog. Although I seem to be the only one reading it. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-319727368710364950?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/319727368710364950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=319727368710364950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/319727368710364950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/319727368710364950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>elephant.</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-1308790687172532407.post-391947363074044555</id><published>2008-12-26T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T23:14:57.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ</title><content type='html'>1. Tell us a secret.&lt;br /&gt;If its a secret, why should I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy/girl older than you?&lt;br /&gt;Girl. A little older, yes. I don't wanna be a toy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you rather be ditched or betrayed by your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Donate some to the poor. The rest, I'll buy lots of stuff for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;They're all boys, so, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were stuck in a well/deserted island, with nothing to eat but with some person you really damn hate him/her cause of betrayal/done "shang tian hai li" stuff, would you want to cooperate and get the hell out of the well/deserted island?&lt;br /&gt;I don't go to such places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How do you define love?&lt;br /&gt;Caring for someone and vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I can't force love, so I'll just have to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you sad?&lt;br /&gt;My FRIENDS talking bad about me behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;Making music, even if it doesn't earn me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is/are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is being regarded as the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;single and rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Black. It represents me very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, and both of them do the same, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;That one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive, maybe. Forget, NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you want to tell the someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna ???? you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If there is a choice between lover and friends, which will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe that there's "True Love"?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is the number one thing that you want to do most now?&lt;br /&gt;Stop my bad addictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people who's going to do this survey:Nick, Shunfeng, alloy, last two slot don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-391947363074044555?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/391947363074044555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=391947363074044555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/391947363074044555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/391947363074044555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title='QUIZ'/><author><name>elephant.</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-1308790687172532407.post-7379079848215736058</id><published>2008-12-26T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:01:20.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxing Day</title><content type='html'>Hello. A Christmas day update. Nothing Much. Santa didn't come again. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-7379079848215736058?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/7379079848215736058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=7379079848215736058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/7379079848215736058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/7379079848215736058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2008/12/boxing-day.html' title='Boxing Day'/><author><name>elephant.</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-1308790687172532407.post-8489452773080067650</id><published>2008-12-24T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T01:18:42.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANTI CHRIST/GOD</title><content type='html'>I HATE GOD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOD&lt;br /&gt;I HATE GOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-8489452773080067650?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/8489452773080067650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=8489452773080067650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/8489452773080067650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/8489452773080067650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2008/12/anti-christgod.html' title='ANTI CHRIST/GOD'/><author><name>elephant.</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-1308790687172532407.post-5872738488101595664</id><published>2008-12-23T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:54:23.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cage.</title><content type='html'>Hello you. I had Cage yesterday. Yea. Um. Halfway through my friend tackled me and injured my leg. Same leg and injury as the one I had last time. I think I'm not gonna play soccer again. Haha. JK. Oh and guess what! I managed to recover by today. Its a miracle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-5872738488101595664?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/5872738488101595664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=5872738488101595664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/5872738488101595664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/5872738488101595664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2008/12/cage.html' title='Cage.'/><author><name>elephant.</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-1308790687172532407.post-1131179354188259952</id><published>2008-12-12T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T08:28:57.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAPAN</title><content type='html'>Hello all! Yes, I'm back from my Free-&amp;amp;-Easy trip to Japan. I went with my family and my 2 cousins as well as my uncle. Here's a summary of what we did there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1: Let me see. Landed at the Narita International Airport. ( Oh ya. Mr Goy and Sean Teh took the same flight as mine :D ) Woots! Its cccoollld there! Temperature there on the first day was 14 degrees? And the temperature decreases as the days progresses. ( Zai Boh my ang moh? :D )&lt;br /&gt;OK, moving on. We boarded a shuttle bus to our hotel. It took us about 1 and a half hours to reach the hotel in Shinjuku. Its called Asuka Hotel. The "su" of the neon sign was spoilt. Checked in, went to our rooms on the 13th floor, just below a bar or something. Oh and the rooms, I tell you, is very small. Well, its normal for the japanese though.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we surveyed our new "neighbourhood". Its 9pm when we left our hotel. We decided to grab a bite first before walking on.&lt;br /&gt;OK. So we were so hungry we just decided to eat at a small little Japanese version of fast food restaurant. Theres a little vending machine inside the shop. You order your meals there. Get the coupon and give it to the chef. And when I say fast, its really fast. Just after I passed the coupon to the chef and took a seat, my dinner was already in front of me. And it ain't cold, is hot from the wok. Mine was a Curry Beef (or Pork I can't remember) Rice. I loved it the moment i sank my teeth into the tasty meal. Their curry isn't as hot as ours, so it was perfect for me. After dinner, we walked towards the action there. I had to wear my jacket as I couldnt stand the cold. We walked through this little lane just nice for Dave and all the stalls there sell the same thing- Japanese BBQ. After walking towards a busy street, we walked back to our hotel. Two things I learned on the first day: Japanese love playing Pachinko. Japanese love vending machines to the extent that cigarettes can be bought there as well.&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2: We woke up 9+ Tokyo time. We are 1 hour slower. OK, since it was free &amp;amp; easy, we had to take our own transport to other places. We took the train, the JR Line. We took the train to Odaima.&lt;br /&gt;Ate breakfast at a mall there, then moved on to try some of the stuff they have in store for us there. We went to this place called "Muscle Park". Its basically a place where you can try out all sorts of sports stuff. I tried my hand at  Baseball pitching first. The distance from the target ( its a board which covers the strike-zone) to the pitching mount is, well, same as the one at a baseball field. First throw. I missed. Second throw. I missed again. Third throw. I know once I miss this its all over. I missed again. Hey! I have no idea how to pitch a baseball OK?? Haha ok fine those were just excuses. I'm a noob at baseball can?!&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I tried soccer target practice. I had to shoot from the penalty spot of a normal soccer field. Target is of course the goal. But they placed numbers on the goal, and to do that, they had to put lots of bars on the goal post. I shoot and i got one number. I shoot the second ball. It hit the bar. I shot two more numbers down. The rest of the balls I shot hit the bars.&lt;br /&gt;We walked out of the mall towards this place called the Statue Of Liberty outside the mall. Its a miniature version of the famous one you can find in New York. The view of Toyko Bay was stunning. I think thats it for day 2. Even if there are more, I'm too lazy to blog it all down. :)&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3: Woke up the same time, 9+. Took a train to Harajuku. That place is where Japanese teens meet up, dressed like their favourite anime character or just very hardcore punk-goth dressing. Nothing much happened there. I was suppose to buy some clothing for myself there, sadly, it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;After that we walked to a big park there. Apparently, its very old. Old in the sense that the hugh structures there was built way before World War 2. Had a very long walk there. It was good excercise though. Very soon, it was night again. We took a train to somewhere ( I forgot where). Anyway from the train staion, we walked to Sunshine City, a shopping mall. We bought ticket to this "theme park" inside the mall. There was this little place in the "theme park" which was supposed to look haunted. My cousin was spooked. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4: Took a train to Yokohama. The mall we went to there was very new. Huge, but empty. Empty in the sense that there aren't many people.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to this place like a warehouse, just one stop away from the shoppong mall. That place was a former warehouse, but has since been refurbished to a little shopping mall. There was a little ice skating rink just outside the mall. We ate ice cream at a famous ice cream shop in the mall.  After that we ate dinner bla bla bla, usual stuff before we went back to our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;DAY 5: Took a train to Asasuka. Ate our breakfast+lunch ( branch, is that what you call it? ) before we walked to a temple there. It was massive, and with the trees around it, it was beautiful. My cousins and I were too lazy to walk up the steps into the temple, so we just waited outside while my parents went in to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;After that we took a train to Ueno. Its a market place where they sell all kinds of wierd seafood the Japanese eat. Disgusting, I know. I hate markets. What's worse, it was raining, which made the temperature colder than ever. The only thing that entertained me in our long walk through the market was to see mist coming out from my mouth everytime I exhale due to the unusually cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;DAY 6 Last day: We didn't have much time for shopping, so we just went to a bookstore near out hotel. I wanted to buy a Kurt Cobain Autobiography to entertain myself on the flight, but they were all in Japanese. LOL. Went back to our hotel. Took a shuttle bus to the Narita Internatioanal Airport. The journey was 1 hour 30 minuted long.  We were pretty early. So we decided to walk around the airport first. Nothing much there, very few shops. I suddenly felt that I had to attend to nature's call, so I went to the toilet. As I was relieving myself, the person using the cubicle next to mine had dirrahoea ( don't know how spell ) , so the sound was disturbing. Then, another guy who used the toilet sang loudly as he was peeing. Very interesting toilet experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes before we decided to check in, I saw someone. I thought he looked very familiar. I stared at him as he walked past me, wondering if I have seen the right person. Then someone behind him, his friend, whispered to me "Yea that's him, thats Mario." I was stunned. I mean, I'm not a RnB kind of guy, but any superstar I see is like God to me. I told my parents. "Mario! Mario! That's him! Thats Mario! Mario!" Then they said "Who? Whos Mario?" I ignored them and decided to take a picture with him while I still have the chance. I went up to him, feeling nervous. I asked him "Can I take a picture of you?" He replied "You and me, together." So my father took a picture of Mario and I. Before he walked away, he said to me " Thanks, you're cool." :P&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for my Japan trip. There are many more details which I have yet to put in, cos I'm too lazy. :) Thanks for reading. PEACE OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-1131179354188259952?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/1131179354188259952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=1131179354188259952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/1131179354188259952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/1131179354188259952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2008/12/japan.html' title='JAPAN'/><author><name>elephant.</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-1308790687172532407.post-1208646898232679372</id><published>2008-12-01T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:10:21.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Today's blog is about yesterday" blog</title><content type='html'>Hi. Yesterday I went to Cage to play soccer with my usual kakis. But I don't know how Shaun Khor organised it. He told us there will only be 20 people, which is fine, but already bad, in the end, more than 20 people turned up. My few other friends and I were furious. So we decided to book another pitch for ourselves. We went to the other pitch and play.&lt;br /&gt;  It was pretty fun though, but during the last 10 minutes, Gavin came from behind me and tackled me horribly. I heard a crack. I fell ( duh ) and I grabbed my ankle, obviously in pain. I thought I broke my leg, but I checked and it was fine. Everybody thought I was faking the injury, cos I always do. But they only found out I was serious after I "begged" them to believe me. After a while, I got up and limped my way outside of the pitch. I made Gavin pay for half my Cage. :)&lt;br /&gt;  After that we went to KFC for lunch before taking 158 to Serangoon. I followed them because I had a softball BBQ at Mr. Quayle's house.&lt;br /&gt;  The BBQ was pretty fun, although I didn't manage to dunk any of my seniors into the pool, instead, they dunked me.&lt;br /&gt;  We ate chicken wings, sausages, beef patty, satay, Mr. Quayle's fried rice, etc. People began to left form 9 o'clock onwards. A few of us helped pack the things and brought them to Mr.Quayle's house. We left after that. I walked out to a bus stop with my friends to wait for my parents. On my way out, I lost my balance when I stepped on a kerb and it was the leg I injured earlier on at the cage. This time, it was REALLY painful.&lt;br /&gt;  I went home and my parents helped me apply some chinese medicine on my leg. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-1208646898232679372?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/1208646898232679372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=1208646898232679372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/1208646898232679372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/1208646898232679372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-blog-is-about-yesterday-blog.html' title='The &quot;Today&apos;s blog is about yesterday&quot; blog'/><author><name>elephant.</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-1308790687172532407.post-8671282955649313749</id><published>2008-11-28T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T04:16:43.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JONNY'S BIRTHDAY!</title><content type='html'>Oh hello people! Sorry I wasn't able to blog yesterday. I was busy at Jonny's house, celebrating his birthday with other classmates. Hm. Oh! I was supposed to meet Douglas at Tampines Mall to buy a  present for Jonny. But I didn't turn up at the last minute, and Douglas was 16 cents short. Haha! He called me and I said " Aiya you ask the uncle charge you 16 cents cheaper lar." Hm. I guess he did just that and was succesful. So I went to Jia Jun's house to meet him first before we made our way to Serangoon Interchange. We were the first there. So a few minutes later, the others, Douglas, Wei Qiang and Beaver turned up. We went to buy some booze first. The first shop we went, the lady didn't allow me to buy cos I'm under 18. So we settled for Jolly Shandy at a 7-Eleven. We took 103 there. Missed the stop, so we had to walk quite a distance. When we finally reached his house, Cavin was already there, playing X-Box with the birthday boy. After a while in his house we went to play basketball and soccer at a basketball court nearby. Then this little boy "represented" his team and asked whether we wanted to play a match with them. We agreed. I can't remember the score though. So we took a break and after that we played a while more before we went back to Jonny's house for dinner. Cavin already went home then. After dinner we played X-Box before we went to play basketball again.  Wow. Jia Jun and I were trashing Douglas, Jonny, Wei Qiang and Beaver ( credits to Jia Jun, I don't know how to play basketball). I decided to make a little switch in the teams to make the teams more balanced. But it didn't really worked that much though. After that, we went back to Jonny's house. Jia Jun went back from the court. Douglas father picked him up soon after. Only Wei Qiang, Beaver and I stayed overnight. It was pretty fun though, but could have been funner with retards around e.g: Alloy. :) His mother didn't allow him to come the day before. We played Blackjack with real cash. I was on a "killing spree" during the first few rounds cos of Jonny's unluckyness( is there such a word? 0.0) So I thought " this time would be no different", and decided to bet with all my cash. But I wasn't lucky anymore and lost all my cash. Long story short, I was bankrupt after i borrowed money from the banker so I just decided to stop playing. We played Mastermind as well. Each of us took turns to use the laptop. I slept around 3+ while the rest slept at 4+ after they watched Hancock. Next morning, woke up, hanged around in his room first before we went for breakfast. Then we played X-Box all the way till our MacDonald's came. After our lunch, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun though, much better than his birthday "party" last year which only me and Nick Soo went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YES, I KNOW MY VOCABULARY IS VERY LIMITED. "after", "then", "before" etc.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-8671282955649313749?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/8671282955649313749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=8671282955649313749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/8671282955649313749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/8671282955649313749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2008/11/jonnys-birthday.html' title='JONNY&apos;S BIRTHDAY!'/><author><name>elephant.</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-1308790687172532407.post-2146239210078185710</id><published>2008-11-26T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:12:50.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GYM</title><content type='html'>Hellooooooooo. Yay! Finally got a tagboard! All thanks to Wei Jie! So anyway. Today I had tuition with Chris. He was suppose to use my house gym with Wei Jie and I but he went rock climbing in the end. Wei Jie and I showed off our bods in the gym. Haha. I'm amazed at my own body, even though i know there are stronger 15 year olds out there. Then we went to play volleyball and dodgeball. After that he went to visit his grampa at the hospital. So I came home and. Er. Yea thats all. Once again thanks Wei Jie for helping me with the tagboard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-2146239210078185710?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/2146239210078185710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=2146239210078185710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/2146239210078185710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/2146239210078185710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2008/11/gym.html' title='GYM'/><author><name>elephant.</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-1308790687172532407.post-4206982884253152243</id><published>2008-11-25T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:29:05.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No title post</title><content type='html'>Hello people. Hm. Today was nothing much for me. Sigh. Was supposed to swim at Chris's house today but it was cancelled. Played softball with Cavin and his cousins. His cousin is a softballer. Wow. Cavin is pretty good at softball. Haha. But I injured his thumb. He wanted to catch ( or was forced to catch ) and I pitched while his cousin bat. So I pitched ( strike siol ) but his cousin missed it and Cavin couldn't react fast enough so he got hit on the thumb. Man. He was so scared he might not be able to train on Thursday for his bowling. He asked me how long this type of injuries would take to heal ( apparantly I think he knew I usually get injured there ). I said a day, but I can't really remember how long my injury took to heal. Yea. So this was what my day was like today. Hm. I don't think anyone will be reading my blog but if you are, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day as quoted by me: Today is the tomorrow I was telling you about yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-4206982884253152243?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/4206982884253152243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=4206982884253152243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/4206982884253152243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/4206982884253152243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-title-post.html' title='No title post'/><author><name>elephant.</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-1308790687172532407.post-9094734408403807943</id><published>2008-11-24T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:13:02.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bbblooooogggg'/><title type='text'>C-C-C-A-G-E.</title><content type='html'>Hello again. Woke up 8.30 today to get myself ready for Cage. So I met Cavin and we walked to Cage. So yea, it was 10-2. Esmond was suppose to come but he didnt. So I called his house. His mother picked up and she said he was still sleeping. So I'm like "yea whatever, get him to come as soon as possible." Then I called again, his maid picked up, said" Esmond ah? Oh he 9 o'clock go out already havent come back." Cool. I figured out his somewhere in The Cage but just didn't know which pitch. So I went to look for him. Then I saw a familiar face. ESMOND! He was playing soccer with another of my softball friend( his brother booked ). I went up and ask "my god! Since when were you here?" Then he said since 10. Wow. For 2 whole hours I didn't see him in a small compound. So yea he went to play with us. Esmond was in my team. He and I fooled around and Cavin was mad at us. HAHA. Damn. Why must he be so serious in soccer? Its to enjoy yourself isn't it? So anyway, Cavin kept telling us to be serious but we didn't give a shit. Hey, we still won almost all our matches ok? Then theres this guy, Han Cheng. He keeps letting in goals and his team was so mad at him. Haha. Although he's seriously noob, I can see some enthusiasm in him. He dives while saving for the ball, but the ball still went in cos' his bloody laggy. He dives to "save" the ball also, even when its going out of play. He's really cute when he plays football. Yea so thats it for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-9094734408403807943?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/9094734408403807943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=9094734408403807943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/9094734408403807943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/9094734408403807943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2008/11/c-c-c-g-e.html' title='C-C-C-A-G-E.'/><author><name>elephant.</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-1308790687172532407.post-8393854266009319888</id><published>2008-11-21T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T01:00:27.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog.'/><title type='text'>I'm just gonna call this "Blog 2".</title><content type='html'>Yo skunks! Hello again. I'm not expecting anyone to read this blog cos' its new but if you're reading it, I LOVE YOU. Anyway,  had tuition today with Chris. Oh ya, speaking bout' Chris, I would like to thank him for helping me with the blog skin( Wei Jie as well). Haha. He and I spent like close to an hour choosing a blog skin I like. So thanks Chris, once again. So after tuition, I took a train home. On the way, I played my PSP to kill time. Then this little kid sat next to me and was like. Hm. Looking at my PSP like its porn? My gosh! He was so close to me he could have kissed my tits! So yea, reached home, slept, then started writing this blog. Thank you once again for viewing my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-8393854266009319888?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/8393854266009319888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=8393854266009319888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/8393854266009319888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/8393854266009319888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-just-gonna-call-this-blog-2.html' title='I&apos;m just gonna call this &quot;Blog 2&quot;.'/><author><name>elephant.</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-1308790687172532407.post-4579328912575688114</id><published>2008-11-20T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T05:13:50.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first blog of me life.</title><content type='html'>Hello all! I can't believe I'm creating a blog cos' of "peer pressure". Anyway, today was fine. Didn't train cos' of my injured ass. Damn. Screwed up a Cristiano Ronaldo trick( rabona ) and I think I strained my ass muscle. So yea, just watched my team train while I sat in the dugout with other injured team mates. I expected to be raped by my coach when I told him bout' my injury, but thankfully he was kinda happy so not much of a scolding. Came home, bath, watch TV, went online then started to create a blog. So here I am! Typing crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1308790687172532407-4579328912575688114?l=touchmytits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/feeds/4579328912575688114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1308790687172532407&amp;postID=4579328912575688114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/4579328912575688114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1308790687172532407/posts/default/4579328912575688114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://touchmytits.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-blog-of-me-life.html' title='first blog of me life.'/><author><name>elephant.</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></feed>
