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why can't it be just a pathway full of roses leading to a sunset view, where the one you've always dreamed of waits?
why can't it be?
it was like a movie scene the way i fell for you...

i wonder when this won't be anymore...

heartbroken icon, a photo by ersatzsuperjew on Flickr.

i dunno...

10 lessons for young designers

John C. Jay, Wieden+Kennedy’s executive creative director, offers some thought-provoking ideas about design:

1: Be authentic. The most powerful asset you have is your individuality, what makes you unique. It’s time to stop listening to others on what you should do.
2: Work harder than anyone else and you will always benefit from the effort.
3: Get off the computer and connect with real people and culture. Life is visceral.
4: Constantly improve your craft. Make things with your hands. Innovation in thinking is not enough.
5: Travel as much as you can. It is a humbling and inspiring experience to learn just how much you don’t know.
6: Being original is still king, especially in this tech-driven, group-grope world.
7: Try not to work for stupid people or you’ll soon become one of them.
8: Instinct and intuition are all-powerful. Learn to trust them.
9: The Golden Rule actually works. Do good.
10: If all else fails, No. 2 is the greatest competitive advantage of any career.

Via SwissMiss. 

when a heart breaks, it's achingly silent that it fills your head.

i don't know if i should continue to fight, if i should continue to run after that chance for happiness.

is that it? because i'm thousands of miles away?

right. that one night was nothing compared to the fact that i am that far away. seems like it.

we were happy together. you were happy WITH ME.

i hope it bothers you to your core.

i need a happy drug.

a sad morning is when you:

• wake up knowing that your pet dog is gone.
• suddenly remember 'him', knowing you both like dogs.
• look at your breakfast and see a bowl of chicken liver adobo on the table.
• miss 'him' all the more because you both love chicken liver.
• see your cat walk lazily across the room.
• can't avoid listening to your mom tell you about what happened to the family dog.
• realize that your dad's recklessness had to do with it.
• can't run away while your mom tells you that you need a new dog when all you feel is sadness & trauma in taking care of a new one.
• realize that you have to hurry to go to work but you're just not in the mood to do so.
• get pissed off at every person who does annoying things while bumping into you.
• know that you can't blurt out all those thoughts in your head to those annoying people coz it just isn't right.
• are really just sad & pissed off.

farewell, my furry friend...

dear muki,

you came at a time when i was still grieving over a previous puppy’s death.

you were a surprise gift that i wasn’t ready for. but, since you were already there, i knew i had to take care of you the best way i know how.

i guess my best wasn’t enough. because i regret not spending too much time with you.

i named you muki, because your color when you were a baby was near the color of mocha. but when you grew up, i kinda wished i named you latte instead. a perky, beautiful latte who’s always mistaken for a dog with a breed.

you were quite a crazy dog, but not the kind that gave us headaches. you were simply an active fellow, one who likes to jump around. you never gave us a hard time whenever you were given a bath. you seemed to respond whenever we'd talk to you or scold you. and you knew how to follow orders whenever we scolded you so you'd behave. you were very unassuming. you didn't ask for too much. you simply took what we gave you. and it seemed enough.

and, yet, every time, you'd always be happy. you were content just knowing that we were around, that i was around. and you were always anxious when one of us at home would go out of the house.

but as you grew up, i knew i spent less time with you. not because i didn't like hanging out with you anymore. but because i simply didn't have enough time to play with you.

and then buds arrived. yet, you never got jealous. never. you even liked playing with him. and then i started to feel guilty not having enough time for you. so i tried as much as i can, whenever i can, even if i knew i was gonna be a bit late for work.

i don't even have enough photos of you as a grown up. how mean of me to not take pictures.

now, i regret not giving you the time you truly deserved.

it was your jumping that killed you this morning. you probably got too excited over something and it caused your death.

i'm sorry for not seeing you immediately when i got back from new york. i'm sorry for not giving you enough playtime with me. i'm sorry for not taking care of you that well. i'm sorry for not being the best pet owner that you deserved.

i will miss you. so much. more than the puppy you replaced.

you're playing with them now, all my pet dogs in the past... i'm sure dog heaven's lucky to have you now.

see you in the next lifetime.