Monday, April 11, 2011

Murder, She Wrote

Think before you kill your dreams with doubts.

There is little more tragic than seeing dreams die before they are even given the chance to materialize. Don't be the murderer of dreams, your own or other people's.

Remember, it always starts with a simple spark of faith. Believe!


Monday, February 28, 2011

Date a Girl Who Reads

Date A Girl Who Reads by Rosemarie Urquico

(In Response to Charles Warnke’s You Should Date An Illiterate Girl.)

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.

Friday, February 25, 2011

This is Goodbye

I think I have decided to go back to my old ways.

Everything was perfect then. Everything was pretend.

From now on, you will no longer see me. From now on the only thing that you will see when you look at me is what ever you want to see or nothing at all.

I'm partly sorry but we only do what we must. We only do what we need to do in order to survive. I cannot survive you, therefore I must let you go. I will let you go like how one severes a rotting limb. The pain will be unimaginable I suppose but the important thing is that I will live. The me who dreams in technicolored frenzy will survive and move on.

I will leave you slowly, like snow melting under the sunlight. And you will never know. All you will have left is a puddle of faded memories and a false reflection.

I love you. Be well. And my goodbye begins.


Tuesday, February 15, 2011


I wonder
What would it be
When I'm gone
Loved ones
Would grieve for a time
I suppose
The wheel would make
A polite pause
Then continue spinning

Then I shall be
A dream
Grain of sand
Lost forever at

Hello, hello

Hello stranger,
It's been a while. I ran across your thoughts today and it reminded me why I had started this to begin with. We're virtual strangers, you see. But in you I see fragments of me; broken sharp shards like your words. Sharp and poignant but never meaning to hurt or bruise.

Hello, I just wanted to say I miss you. Of course that's not silly! I come to your space in hopes of finding the pieces of me I have seem to lost; that a peak inside your world will remind me of how mine looks and feels... You always said you didn't care but i think you did. You did because you wouldn't have said anything otherwise. Then again I migut be wrong... If you cared you'd still be here.

I miss you, you know. I hope you found whatever it was you were looking for. I hope this makes its way to you. I hope you are happy.