It's funny how I need to type in a social media to explain about myself just so that people understand what kind of a girl I am. I'm a silent. I'm a type of girl who prefer to keep everything private. I don't share to anyone about my problems, my happiness, my sickness, my dreams, my failure, my everything, unless I'm totally sure that I share it to the right people. I'm a type of girl that keep silent when I'm not in the mood and keep a surprise still a secret even though I fail to delivered it. I keep silent for all my intention and I prefer to be unknown if I can make others smile. That's me, believe it or not. [and actually I don't wanna share all of these things if I don't have to :( ]
It needs years to gain my full trust to be those who I can share my story, my laugh, my cry with. It needs every single of sweat, anger, kindness, and confusion to understand who I really am because unfortunately I'm not like everyone else. I'm different. In my own way. Especially when I get mad. LOL *seriously*
It takes 7 years of friendship to still afraid calling ourselves best friends forever, and it takes 19 years for my family to really understand me and they are still learning.
Anyway, someone told me that I was rude yesterday. A selfish girl that won't let others finish what they want to say and directly cut it and also very stubborn. Well, critiques are needed to keep improving your personality. Every comment about me is accepted sincerely if you say it in a correct way too. Since I knew that I'm imperfect and I also want to change to be a better person, I hope all of my mistakes are forgiven. Thanks :)
Ps. just a little bit puncture from my side: I was just going to send a simple text that will make someone smile or even laugh because of it, as I knew I acted like a shit yesterday. Yet, I cancelled it since a text come faster than mine, then.... destroy everything?
"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
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. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.
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 may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
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 smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. 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. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
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."
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
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. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.
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 may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
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 smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. 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. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
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."
Re-post from: http://themonicabird.com/post/3273155431/date-a-girl-who-reads-date-a-girl-who-spends-her
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To see the post about how she was found, please go here. Thanks to Jonathan for searching!
To see the post about how she was found, please go here. Thanks to Jonathan for searching!
I'm 19, I'm nothing.Sebuah frase yang cukup menampar wajah dari sahabat saya, jika saya boleh jujur. Di kala banyak pemuda-pemuda di luar sana yang sudah berkarya, saya hanya pemuda yang tidak - atau mungkin belum- melakukan sesuatu yang menurut saya berguna bagi dunia, bagi sesama, bagi keluarga.
Ini semua berawal dari percakapan ringan yang (setiap kali dan hampir setiap hari) saya lakukan dengan sahabat - yang juga roomate- saya pada dini hari karena kami lelah belajar untuk persiapan ujian. Saya mengatakan padanya bahwa sebentar lagi kami beranjak 20 tahun. Sebuah angka yang menjadi tolak ukur kedewasaan seseorang, mungkin. Mengingat kami akan melepas gelar teenager kami. Jadi, jika orang bertanya apakah kami pada umur 20 tahun nanti, jawaban apa yang akan kami berikan? Kami hanya bisa diam dan saling pandang. Tidak punya jawaban.
Saya bukan tipe mahasiswi yang selalu mendapat (high) distinction di setiap mata kuliah yang saya pilih. Saya pun tidak suka hura-hura dan menghabiskan uang orangtua untuk hal-hal yang tidak penting. Tetapi saya juga bukan hanya diam dan menganggur di rumah. Saya sibuk belajar, berorganisasi, beraktifitas, bekerja. Saya orang sibuk. Bukan berniat menyombongkan diri, tetapi memang itu fakta yang ada. Mungkin banyak orang yang tidak tahu kalau saya sibuk. Ikut terlalu banyak ekskul, ikut terlalu banyak kegiatan, melakukan banyak perkerjaan. Dan memang saya tidak pernah bercerita kepada siapapun tentang kesibukan saya selain kepada keluarga dan orang-orang terdekat saya karena saya pikir juga untuk apa bercerita? Toh tidak ada gunanya. Tidak semua orang punya tanggapan positif tentang saya, juga tentang apa yang saya lakukan. Jadi, saya memilih setuju bahwa silence is golden. Tetapi, kembali ke topik awal, lantas apa? Apakah dengan semua kesibukan saya itu berarti saya sudah melakukan sesuatu untuk dunia, sesama, atau bahkan keluarga saya sendiri? Saya rasa jawabannya tidak.
Lalu apa sebenarnya tujuan hidup saya ini? Setiap harinya hanya saya lalui dengan bangun tidur, makan, mandi, belajar, bekerja. Semakin dewasa, orang-orang pun menikah, berkeluarga, punya keturunan, dan pada akhirnya kembali menghadap sang Mahakuasa. Lalu apa? Apa yang membedakan saya dengan mereka? Apa yang membuat saya ada di dunia ini? Tidak mungkin jika saya diciptakan tanpa tujuan kan? Therefore, I want to live my life and not just simply exist.
Maka, dini hari tadi, saya mengusulkan untuk melakukan sesuatu bagi sesama kepada sahabat saya. Jika bekerja dan menyibukkan diri ternyata juga bukan jawaban dari pertanyaan 'apa' itu sendiri, maka mungkin jawabannya adalah saya harus memperbanyak melakukan kegiatan sosial. Saya ingat terakhir kali saya melakukan bakti sosial (baksos) untuk membantu mama, rasa senang, puas, terharu, sedih, bercampur jadi satu. Rasa bangga pun ada karena saya bisa melakukan sesuatu hal untuk orang lain. Namun, saat itu ada hal yang mengusik saya dan saya bertanya pada mama, "Karena mama dokter, mama bisa do something buat orang-orang itu. Terus kalau aku? Aku juga mau do something di luar memberikan donasi berupa uang. Aku mau do something." jawaban mama cukup simpel. "Orang-orang itu pun tidak minta apa-apa. Cukup kamu datang, ajak ngobrol, ajak anak-anak main, bawakan makanan, mereka sudah cukup senang. Itu cukup." Lalu saya sadar bahwa apa yang selama ini saya nilai kurang, bagi orang lain itu sudah cukup. Saya selalu takut jika apa yang saya berikan tidak sesuai keinginan mereka, tidak cukup untuk mereka, tidak menyenangkan bagi mereka. Akhirnya mata saya benar-benar terbuka bahwa membantu tidak berarti kita harus keluar uang. Membantu itu hanya perlu niat dan waktu. Itu saja, itu cukup.
Sekarang, saya ingin cepat-cepat meng-skip exam saya dan pulang ke Indonesia. Jika beberapa minggu lalu saya bingung apa yang harus saya lakukan selama 4 bulan liburan akhir tahun pelajaran ini, kini saya tahu. Banyak hal, baik pekerjaan, projects, atau bahkan kegiatan sosial yang ingin saya lakukan. Semuanya sudah tersimpan rapi di kepala saya, menunggu untuk di realisasikan. Mungkin 4 bulan tidak cukup, mungkin berlebih. Tetapi saya tidak bisa selamanya hanya berpikir karena your words cannot turn into action without your contribution. Maka, saya memilih untuk bertindak. Saya tidak akan pernah menemukan waktu yang tepat dan kondisi yang tepat untuk memulai jika bukan sekarang. Saya percaya untuk bermimpi besar, dimulai dari hal kecil, dan bertindak SEKARANG karena tujuan saya kali ini, saya ingin dapat berkata pada dunia di ulang tahun saya yang ke-20 nanti,
I'm 20, I'm something.