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day 7 : DIARY

November 18, 2009

111809@1:31am

 it might be a surprise to you, but i have a PRIVATE diary.. there, i put everything in.. names..  dates.. even the nitty gritty stuff that happens or passes through my mind at the time of writing..

 and HE has the nerve to read it.. even smiling sheepishly when he told me he read my diary..  can i say asshole?!?! yeah.. i think i’m allowed to say that here..

 guess he’s trying to find out why i don’t wanna sleep with him..

too bad, he didn’t find the right date or page where i listed down the “requirements” one would have to be able to have sex with me..

a little disappointed because in missing the page, he missed the “hot spots” and “right moves” and “smooth words” he could use to make me salivate.. okay, salivate is a very very strong word.. but it’s not an exageration..

again, little diappointment, but majorly mad i could rip his eyes out..

 yeah, i tell the world my dirty works.. (but i still try to be a little sensitive for those who care to read.. hahaha.. and i know there’s none.. so why do i worry?!?!)

 heart

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DAY 6 : Sex

November 17, 2009

keep on begging.. you won’t get it..

 when i tell you NO, it doesn’t mean try harder.. i meant, Get The Fuck Off of My Fucking Bed and Fucking Leave Me the Fuck Alone..

 that’s a lot of F-word..

 i don’t have sex with someone who won’t kiss me.. that is one of the few requirement i have for me to have sex with someone..

 i’m not a whore and my mouth is clean.. i brush my teeth, i rinse and gargle with mouthwash.. and my mouth hadn’t been on soooo many dirty dicks.. okay?!?! so if you won’t kiss me, sorry.. i won’t let you in between my pants..

 with that said, i’ll go lock my doors and watch porn.. or make one.. or just sleep..

 naughty me..

 heart

 

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Day 5 : Horoscope

November 16, 2009
111509@3:18am

had time to read my horoscope.. said i am to expect smoething real bad.. hahaha.. expect something bad?!?! i must be reading yesterday’s paper.. or last week’s for that matter..

i’m in hell.. there is nothing worse than being in my reality now..

tired.. time to sleep, if sleep will come..

wish people will just let me be.. stop asking.. stop worrying.. stop pretending they care..

just stop.

heart

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DAY 4 : TACT (less)

November 14, 2009

111209@4:49pm

is there any other reason why i am still breathing?!?! other than bringing joy to those who torment me.. or to those who pity me..

distance.. nothing left to do but this.. creating a new mask.. slaughter, death, angst, pain.. these is what this mask will represent..

word of the the day, TACT.. a keen sense of what to do or say in order to maintain good relations with others or avoid offense.. or in simple terms, BE SENSITIVE..

yet some forget how.. i understand these people.. they’re happy.. who cares who get hurt..

but as a person who has always been careful, i think it’s about time i let loose..

see? this is what pain can do.. make you talk nonesense.. circles.. going no where.. just to avoid the reality that you lost.. you’re pained.. you’re rejected.. you’re alone..

hmmm.. alone.. i like that.. i like that a lot..

heart

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DAY 3

November 12, 2009
111209@223pm

lunch with good friends.. ate a lot.. and of course, never forget the meds and vitamins.. how many do i have to take again? forgot.. i lost count.. granted, i’d drink a whole bottle..

clocking is ticking.. closer and closer and closer to the date feared.. dang it.. if only i could skip through this meeting, i would’ve been in my room.. sulking in front of computer.. or tv.. or anything other than human beings that never fail to pry and ask questions that they either already know the answer, or they just ask so to show intent to listen but never actually cared..

they make me sick.. not the medications.. these people..

tick tock..

finally.. an hour-long goodbye.. in the car.. removing the mask.. heading home.. where i can be me.. bed.. tv.. stereo.. pc.. aahh.. pills.. sleeping time at noon.. and pray never to wake again..

heart

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DAY 1 - Heart’s Diary

November 11, 2009

111109@8:39pm

tried to go to a place where i could find my faith.. got there, but was close.. so i went to a nice hilltop park and saw a great view of the city.. and a memorial park..

a question in mind.. “which spot would be great for me?” and i laughed at the idea..

went to dine and then played at the arcade.. had fun.. and when i was on my home, got reminded of the memorial.. or my reality.. of lost dreams.. of hopeless things..

back in my room.. pained.. tears.. finding a reason to move around.. clean my room.. do the laundry.. throw the trash.. do something.. anything at all..

silent tears.. and i heard my heart break one more time.. slower this time.. painfully..

i’ve just decided.. stand up and do the laundry.. for now, that’s the on thing my reality is allowing me to do.. and for now, that’s the only act i can do to prove that i still live..

saving this file.. saving the downloads.. shutting down the pc.. taking a deep breath one more time.. putting on the mask of a merry woman.. and now i’m ready to go out of my room.. pretend.. for awhile.. that while everybody has their own misery to tend, somehow, there’s something for me beyond the bend..

Heart

(i can be sad too you know.. sad but still yummy… =,(  .. )
 

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Position : X Marks The SPOT

April 18, 2009

 Position : X marks the spot

HOW-TO:
Lie back in bes (or on any soft surface) with a pillow under your head.  Bring your knees up to your breasts and cross your legs at your ankles. Your guy kneels right in front of you, leans in, and pulls your hips unto his angled lap.  Keep your thighs glued together and gently press your feet against his chest for leverage as he sowly enters you.  You can stroke his thighs as he moves back and forth with steady, ultrasnug thrusts.

LOVE - IT:
I rate it 6/10.  6 not for the pleasure but because this a common position (leg raised) and very simple.  Many just don’t try to cross the legs because their partner might want a “peek” as he thrusts his “tool” into his partner.
What makes this carnal connector a tripple treat is the fire-starter friction created by crossing and clamping your legs together.  That super rub-a-dub means moer sensation for you both.  Plus, this compact pose increases your ability to contract your PC muscles (which when tightened can intensitfy his pleasure) - guaranteeing an especially intense climb to a body-shuddering climax.

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The Golden Rule

April 16, 2009

We were always told to follow the Golden Rule:

         
” Do unto others what you want others do unto you”

Nowadays, there have been a lot of versions regarding this rule.  One that is famous in relationship is that: “Kiss the way you want to be kissed”.

True, if you want to be treated nicely and with respect, it is a must to treat the other with respect.  However, not in all aspects of relationship should this be followed.  Golden Rule is a big no no when it come to the aspect of SEX.

I bet i got your attention there. SEX.. SEX.. SEX..

Guys, men per se, I know (we know, i mean) that most of you want to be handled roughly.. especially down there.

According to a survey, most men want to be hailed as the one who ruled the covers.  And there is no better proof to this than having your woman loose her inhibitions and “scream” for more.  Pornographic films help promote this notion.  It is normal in this movies for women to talk dirty and handle their man’s “equipment” roughly, conveying the idea that women are “hungry” for their “tool”.  But men still have a hard time telling women what they want for fear of offending them.

I had experience once, my boyfriend tried to immitate the “slapping-of-the-butt-cheek” thing while i was riding him and right after the slap, i stopped “bouncing around” because i was surprised.  He thought i was mad and uttered “sorry” right then and there.  We didn’t finish what we were doing because we were laughing our heads off.  He said he thought that if he “gives me a hint” that he wants to roughen things up, i might pick up that clue and do it to him too.  He was afraid to tell me about “being soft” in handling him thinking that i might either get offended or he’d be embarassed.

Men, if you want to be handled roughly, tell your ladies that.  Don’t do it to her.  Some women actually wants to slow and soft, which evokes a feeling of closeness and bonding, hell, that’s what making love is about in the first place.  That’s what kissing and caressing is for.  Guiding your woman as to how you want the movement would be would be better.

For example, when she’s riding you, you can tell her how you love what she’s doing and that if she moves faster or scratch you or slap you you’d love it more.  Here, you are giving her options and surely, your lady love would be thrilled that you are actually telling her what you want which means you are opening yourself to her.

As for you women out there, men like it rough.  Don’t think too much about how he might think if you do this or that; or how you would look.  Darling, if he sleeps with you, it means you’re beautiful for him, if not, then be comforted in the idea that he wants you, you must be yummy! (Please sleep with men you love or is really hot?!?! not some jerk who just plays around, unless you’re just playing out too, okay?)

If you want a slow start or middle or finish, tell him; don’t just show it to him.  Believe me, he’ll never get that hint.  Men’s brain is programmed to move towards the height of it.  So, they move fast, think of the fun, no worries, and they act out their desires. The journey may be long, but the short cut is always better.  And acting out their desire does not only shorten the travel but gives them a direct flight to the top.

Act out your desire when you have sex to get you your score.  But when you make love with a very important person, you need to stress yourself out thinking of the hows or whys or whats of the rules in bed.  You just enjoy every minute of it, before, during, and even after.  That’s the beauty of.. that’s the magic Love.

later..”heart” 

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new year.. new life?

January 12, 2009

 well.. well.. well..

new year.. new life..?

yes siree!!!  new life to the blog world..

i am heart..

an unfaithful heart..

i don’t care what you think about my blogs..

i don’t even care what you think bout me..

hell! i don’t even care what i think bout me.. hahaha!

so..

I’m a Bitch..

(and  i dont care!)

 

 -xoxo

unfaithful heart

 

(p.s. my name IS heart..)

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