I just posted it up here as I don't wanna miss it again (:
It's not from me, but I love those lines *smiles*.

Or shall I say, I shall date someone who understands a girl who reads.

“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who 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 has found the book she wants. 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. 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, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and 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 read understand that all things must come to end, but 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 Twilight series.

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.” 
― Rosemarie Urquico

Shall I say, dear, thank you for being such a good friend (:

I am a sensitive kid, thanks for knowing it and assured me that you won't get tired of me - "as you're my friend".

Good luck for our assignments, and everything. Bless ya!

Tribute to that little girl who used to love adventures and were dare to dream whatever she wanted to dream. I missed her, like really.

Life has been a hustle bustle for me, like it always does. I have tried to make my ordinary life a little different recently, and it turns out that there is still much out there for me to learn; whilst knowing the fact that you're not competent enough is sometimes painful. But it's better than nothing. At least I've known what to be done, instead of lying on my own laurels and thinking of myself a perfect girl. I'm not perfect, no one is.

Oh gosh, that sounds a little emotional, but eh no! I'm not *chuckles*. I'm happy today, as I've accidentally found some missing pieces of me this morning, which reminds me of the many things I promised myself to achieve when I was younger, yet oblivion took their place.

I've promised myself a trip to Egypt when I was much younger. Yet now I am influenced by all those medias and popular cultures that of all places that I want to visit now is Taiwan or Korea, instead of my old mysterious Egypt, what is wrong with me?

I used to love to read through all those books which told me about paintings, history and culture. Yet now I only read fictions and textbook, (ah and Facebook!) instead of my old interest which actually granted me with a broader vision of the world. I used to love that, and what is wrong with me?

I used to dream of being a writer, an author, and now I have totally forgotten about that. (Even blogging or diary writing is a rare for me). What is wrong with me?

Well there is nothing wrong with me, all that happened is that, "I have grown up".

I've been spending much of my time tracing back my old memories recently while chit chatting with my friends, and I found myself so much cuter when I was a lot younger. (Only if you are willing to hear about it, I do have a great childhood with lots of hilarious "achievement".) Remembering a quote from Mark Twain, “Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect” and voila! I'm definitely on the side of majority now. I've forgotten my old self, my old unique and rebellious self! And I'll have to admit that I miss her much!

Maybe I could find her, little by little, and grant her my promises to colour her life. Sorry for being forgetful, that is a stupid excuse though. And growing up doesn't mean that you'll need to put aside all the fantasies in your life, so abandon such excuses, and be dare to dream!

I love you girl. Please love yourself and your life!

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” - H. Jackson Brown Jr.

Just try a little harder? (: