The Hero in Hiro

It was as though you understood what I had to say, my every word and gesture. You looked straight into my eyes, making me feel so vulnerable. My soul weakened and yours caressed it. You snuggled a little closer, and my heart melted. Even when your body is so small, it is so warm. We shared our warmth for a moment. No words exchanged. You sighed, I smiled. Your body lied motionless over mine. I can feel you surrendering your trust, body and soul to me. It made me all soft and fluffy inside. My motherly instinct awoke, wanting to protect you forever. As I cradled you in my arms lovingly, you squirmed, being all spoiled. Complaining and moaning softly, I smiled again. Your face of pure and innocence, reminded me of how blessed I was before too. I hoped you were feeling the same bliss.

Time ticked away, unwilling to spare me even a while more to see your beautiful face. I gently pat your head, stroking it, again and again. Then I felt a pang of sadness, and whispered, “I have to go now. Sleep well, my little Hiro.”

For those of you who don't know, Hiro is the latest addition to my family. :) he's about 2 months old, a mixed Dalmation with big patches of blackness over most parts of his body. Take a look at his pictures :p

Well, he's adorable and witty but also ill-tempered and bossy. He has just learned to bark at strangers, much thanks to Angel's modeling. =D

shuttin'up wid luv, jozL.

Bloody Cursor

As I stared at the Word cursor blinking again and again, I wished for it to magically map out my 3,000 words essay. Ah, what an easy job you have, Cursor. I am envious of you. All you do it blink and move when the key is entered. You only have to follow, and I have to lead you. Occasionally you move backwards because I deleted some words that I don’t see suit. Still, it’s easy. Why can’t you suggest to me what to write? Better yet, you lead. But maybe you aren’t that smart anyway. You live within the computer, and you don’t appear all the time. The main character is the Mouse cursor after all.

yup. currently stuck with my term paper. sigh, life of a cursor.

shuttin'up wid luv,
jozL.

Flavour of Life by Utada Hikaru

The silly things we do, when we are blindly in love. :)

To think I managed to gather courage to confess to you... You were leaving; I didn’t know when you will be back. I dare not ask, fearful of the truth. Of how much it will hurt, I fought for what was left between us. You didn’t show much emotion, as though numbing your own so that it’ll numb mine. In the suspension of time, my feelings were overflowing. As though instinctively, I didn’t want to let you go. Let me be selfish just this once. Listen to me, just listen and stay please. But you won’t, you can’t, we both knew that. It may be one sided after all, me living in a fantasy, of you and me. Please, hear this song, and know that our memories together will live on, just like this song. It hurts to say goodbye, and when you ask what’s wrong, I said “nothing”, with smile to hide away all the pain. Whether you loved me, liked me, hated me, please know that I had once fallen for you. Listen carefully to the song, my feelings are embedded deep inside the lyrics. Thank you, my flavour of life.

shuttin'up wid luv,
jozL.

Playing "God"

She believes that nothing she do can go wrong. She will not fail. She has God on her side. Heck, she believes she’s God. Is she? When she’s sad, it rains. It rains because she’s sad. In her mind, she’s beautiful, kind, caring, sensitive, and intellectually more superior than her peers. And perhaps, some adults more senior than her. She can’t be stopped. Her ideas are of superlative quality, unrivalled. She’s never wrong, how can she be? Yet inside, there is a corner of her square heart, full of twisted, sinister thoughts. It tells her to back down, keep it low...so that no one will find out. She mustn’t let anyone know of her true nature. They are fine where they are, ignorant and manipulated. She has to survive.
Life is a game.

shuttin'up wid luv,
jozL.

Why I am the way I am

I want to be the person to recognize that another person is trying their best to do something. Which is admirable, to be able to be passionate about something. Especially if that something includes other people, with them in mind. Even though it may be a selfish intention, for whatever reason, isn’t it okay as long as it benefits others as well? Can’t we consider it as paid for? It’s just business. Simple.

shuttin'up wid luv,
jozL.

Core Ability by UVERworld

check out the song in the above title. x)

this string of thoughts came about while listening to the song...

He was unfamiliar to the way he should hold the cigarette. Hesitantly, he placed it in between his lips, almost dropping it because of the inaccurate estimate of pressure exerted by his lips to the cigarette neck. He laughed secretly inside at his foolishness, then glanced nervously around to check if anyone witnessed it. No. Thank god. He slipped his hand into his pocket, and his hand recognized the feel of the cold metallic lighter. He pulled it out, and took a moment to stare at it. Do I really want to do this? His eyes watered for a bit. Fuck. He closed his eyes to make the formation of tears stop. Clumsily, he flicked the lighter and drew it closer to his mouth, where the cigarette was waiting. With his eyes crossed slightly, he tried to focus on getting the fire to hop onto the cigarette. Once... twice... Ah huh! It’s on. ...Shit, what do I do now? “You suck it, hard” said the voice in his head. “You’ll feel all better”. He strategically positioned his fore and middle finger to hold the cigarette in between. Then, he attempted to take a deep breath, while sucking on the cigarette like a straw. COUGH COUGH COUGH! Damn. It all aches, his eyes, nose, and throat. He steadied himself, and went to throw the litted cigarette into the dustbin. Without putting it out.

:) a great idea (at least i think so) came to me today. I could start typing my random thoughts in microsoft words! before they run away... so there. first product. i have several more waiting, but i'll post them next time. hehe

shuttin'up wid luv,
jozL.