Tuesday, November 12, 2013

A Girl Who Reads

A girl who reads. A girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. A girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

A girl who reads. She always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Pride and Prejudice. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Let her know that you understand that words are love.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

― Rosemary Urquico

Friday, November 8, 2013

A Dad's Letter

Dear son, do you know the first time I saw you?
You're crying, like angelic voice. Your mom look at me with tired eyes, but her smile said that she's so happy. I look at you, you look at me with that eyes. I bet you don't know who I am.
But I know started from now, I became a dad. I've imagine that when you grow up as a young boy, you will be a hero for your mom when I'm getting older. We will spend our time every weekend for watching football, you will bet with me, we will playing basketball together, until you told me that you falling in love with someone.

On the first time I have you, I show you to all of my office colleagues. My boss said youre handsome, my friends scramble to take photos with you. Our house is full of toys from them.

When midnight comes you always crying and woke me up. Your mother looks so tired, so I said to her for sleep again and i will try to make you sleep. Even i'm so tired of my works today, even I have to wake up again at 5 a.m, but I enjoyed the time with you.

Every morning you woke me up and begging me to playing horseback. Yes I do it for you, and when I'm going to my office my back is so painful because of you. On the weekend, I'm sick because of all new habits that I must do as a father.

Time flies and you become a young boy. I have worked so hard for you, so you can get the best school. But you don't study hard at school. Youre lazy so I have a report from your teacher that you always get a bad score and sleeping in the class. I told you many times but you didn't change. You make me disappointed. You make me feel that every money I spent from my hard works is useless and you didn't appreciate it. My hope is gone.

When I lose my job, we don't have enough savings money anymore. We just can buy one food for three times meals a day. I always give you the largest portion, I know for a young boy like you need more calories than me. You don't realize that, you look so enjoy your meal. And I continued it everyday become a habit.

You start to smoking and drinking, I don't want my son touch that things, because when I was young, I've destroyed by that things. I told you, but you never listen to me. You mad with me. You even said that you hate me. It hurts me. I don't want to listen it again.
You never come back home, you falling in love with a girl that I don't like. She's just want your money, she doesn't love you and she's easily give herself to every boys near her. You don't know because you're so blind at the time.

You never listen to me!

Now I'm sick, but I still don't want to leave you. Because I still have a words unspoken to you that you have to know that before I'm gone forever.

I love you.
How come I don't love you if i spend my every midnight time when you're baby, to make you can sleep while you're making me can't sleep?
How come I don't love you if I spend my money for send you to school that can educate you, so you can be just like other child?
Even I always look annoying, an old man that can't do anything anymore. Giving so much rules, asking too much.
I really really don't want to lose you. I want you happy in your life. I know sometimes you destroy yourself, but you don't realize it because youre still young. I care with you, but you never realized.
I want to see you live with your wife. I want to know who is she, where would you live, but I think I don't have any time enough to know that things.

And I remember, when you were a baby, you still don't know who I am. And now, you don't know who I am anymore.