donnacorle http://donnacorle.posterous.com Most recent posts at donnacorle posterous.com Sat, 03 Nov 2012 08:08:00 -0700 Parade http://donnacorle.posterous.com/parade http://donnacorle.posterous.com/parade

"Sylvia asks me to take her back. She’s joined her mother in Germany.”

“Will you take her back?”

“I imagine so. There’s the child to consider. Marchant says he’s beginning to talk like a farmer’s boy already. Well, I shan’t have a house again. There’s a certain discredit attaches to itself to a cuckold, quite properly. Anything beyond a flat looks like impudence in a man who can’t keep his wife.”

“I wish you’d divorce her. Drag her through the mud.”

“For a gentleman there’s such a thing as...... call it parade.”

“And if you met someone you wanted to marry?”

“It would change nothing. I stand for monogamy.”

“You..”

“Aye! Monogamy and chastity. And for not talking about it.”

 


This scene in Parade’s End Episode 1 is heartbreaking to watch. Christopher Tietjens (Benedict Cumberbatch) looks so pained. :(

 

 

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Thu, 11 Oct 2012 22:01:00 -0700 (Walau dengan penampakan prt disiksa majikan,) Posko! Aku Datang! http://donnacorle.posterous.com/walau-dengan-penampakan-prt-disiksa-majikan-p http://donnacorle.posterous.com/walau-dengan-penampakan-prt-disiksa-majikan-p Jadi.. Ceritanya bermula dari bulan lalu, ketika Razet datang ke Manado untuk pelantikan Anggota Muda STAPALA BDK Manado. Di saat dia bercerita tentang posko dan kegiatannya, aku tiba-tiba sadar kalau aku benar-benar kangen sama posko. Kangen suasananya, ceng-cengannya, nuansa kekeluargaannya yang unik dan khas, dan semua romantika yang dihadirkan ketika berada di ruangan kecil padat dan berantakan itu. Sejak penempatan di Manado, memang sudah beberapa kali aku ke posko, tapi selalu di hari libur jadi sepi dan tak banyak orang. Semua romantika itu tak terasa. Begitu pula dengan gunung. Entah kapan terakhir kali aku naik gunung dengan anak Stapala. Kangen sekali dengan dinginnya gunung-gunung basah di Jawa Barat, berkerumun di depan tenda bersama saudara-saudara beraneka etnis dan budaya. Maka ketika Razet bilang mau ada jambore, kuputuskan aku mau ikut. Satu bulan terakhir ini aku disibukkan dengan penugasan yang bikin stres karena timnya nyaris tidak pernah lengkap. Mulai dari teman anggota tim yang harus diklat ke Ciawi sampai ketua tim yang tiba-tiba kena stroke. Beban pekerjaan jadi berlipat ganda, ditambah mitra kerja yang sulit diajak bekerja sama. Setiap kali mau ambruk, yang diingat di ujung penugasan mau ke posko, jalan-jalan, refreshing. Dan semangat muncul lagi. Lalu tibalah sehari sebelum berangkat ke posko. Lembur di kantor, berusaha keras menyelesaikan apa yang harus diselesaikan lalu web check in. Hati ini sudah bersorak girang, memutuskan untuk mampir beli oleh2 buat anak2 posko. Aku ingat aku tidak sedang melamun. Aku berpikir, tapi tidak melamun. Sadar, aku melihat sebuah angkot bergerak melintas ke kiri di depanku. Aku pun mengerem, berusaha mengurangi laju motorku yang sesungguhnya saat itu pun tidak terlalu kencang. Tiba-tiba saja roda depanku oleng dan detik berikutnya mulutku menghantam aspal. Seketika orang-orang berkerumun di sekitarku. Aku merasakan gigiku patah, dan ketika aku mengangkat kepala, darah mengucur deras dari bibirku yang sepertinya sobek parah. Tiga jam sejak jatuh, darah belum juga berhenti mengalir. Dan selama tiga jam itu rasanya benar-benar ngga karuan. Lebih dari sakit karena luka, rasanya benar-benar menyesakkan tiap memikirkan harus batal berangkat. Rasanya seperti dipecundangi setelah berjuang habis-habisan. Bahkan sampai tadi pagi, selalu saja salah menyebut kantor dengan posko. Bermula dari bbm dengan balung, dia yang sedang di posko bercerita pada petoy yang kemudian meneleponku. (Wow, it meant so much!) Dua-duanya sibuk ngotot aku jadi berangkat saja. Aku sendiri masih galau, takut patah gigi dan luka bibir membuat susah makan, berujung jadi lemas, berujung jadi merepotkan yang lain. Tapi toh aku mencicil packing juga semalam, berharap lukanya sudah tertutup paginya. Subuh, aku terbangun, mendapati darah masih mengalir dan bibir terasa kebas, sementara kaki mulai kaku. Pasrah, sudah tidak mungkin berangkat kalau begini. Percuma juga berangkat kalau tidak bisa enjoy. Sialnya, kalau bukan untungnya, saat kembali tidur, aku memimpikan posko dan beberapa anak SPA, memimpikan lukaku kering dan aku bisa makan dengan entengnya. Setengah 7, aku terbangun lagi, menimbang kondisi tubuhku. Tidak ada yang nyeri. Mencoba minum, sudah tidak ada lagi sengatan perih luar biasa ketika luka terkena air seperti malam sebelumnya. Mencoba makan biskuit, asal sedikit-sedikit makannya, sepertinya ada masalah. Terakhir, mencoba sikat gigi dan horaaay! Bisa! Tidak ada rasa sakit berlebih. I'm good to go. Langsung saja aku mandi, packing seadanya, pesan taksi dan buru-buru menuju bandara. Nyaris terlambat, tapi toh akhirnya sekarang aku disini, di dalam pesawat, mengetik draft untuk di-upload setelah setibanya di jakarta nanti. Posko. Aku datang..!

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Mon, 23 Jul 2012 20:11:00 -0700 The Amazing(ly ugly enemy of) Spider-Man('s) http://donnacorle.posterous.com/the-amazingly-ugly-enemy-of-spider-mans http://donnacorle.posterous.com/the-amazingly-ugly-enemy-of-spider-mans

When you're about 3 weeks late in watching a hollywood superhero movie, it is guaranteed that when you walk in to the theater you'd have more than just popcorn and coke. Spoilers - whether voluntarily or involuntarily - would be up your sleeves. I, myself, anticipated 3 things when I watched The Amazing Spiderman last night:

1. The difference between Andrew Garfield's Peter Parker to Tobey Maguire's.

2. Andrew Garfield's ass (yes, it came from Puspa xD)

3. the ugly enemy.

BUT..

As it turned out, i failed in anticipating the shock over witnessing the ugliness of the thing Spiderman has to fight with. Eventhough I had read it so many times in twitter, when the thing first reveald itself, i thought to myself, "man, it's so ugly." And on its second encounter with spidey, i practically shouted what i read in timeline couple weeks ago:

"FUCK! IT TALKS!!"

It's super ugly and it talks! That's like combo to a damn new level of eww-ness. Even Venom in Spiderman 3 wasn't that gross and still looked rather good in comic book villain standart. But this thing in The Amazing Spiderman is just. pure. ugly.

Well as for the casts, true that Andrew Gardfield is sizzling hot with super cute smile and everything, but for me who practically grew up with Tobey Maguire's clumsy gallant Peter Parker, it's not quite easy to move on to Garfield's rather dark and troubled teenage boy. However, I have to admit, his acting is spectacular. And the movie is great, though i must say, it's not so much a special one.

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Fri, 20 Jul 2012 01:30:00 -0700 There's this boy in the neighbourhood. http://donnacorle.posterous.com/theres-this-boy-in-the-neighbourhood http://donnacorle.posterous.com/theres-this-boy-in-the-neighbourhood

There’s this boy in the neighbourhood. He was born and raised in a devout Christian family. He grew up in a devout Christian neighbourhood. He grew up as a devout Christian. Everybody knew him as the Christian boy.

Then he dated a Moslem girl. He was so in love with the girl and everyone was in doubt of it. After years of relationship, he was no longer the Christian boy. Even long after it ended, to everyone else he was the boy who dated a Moslem girl.

One day he realized he got so fed up with rituals, so he stopped doing them gradually. Started from Sunday masses to prayers before meals. And so in people’s eyes, he became the boy who gave up religion. (Oh, actually, the old lady accross the street called him the boy who gave up heaven.)

The boy told them he was a non-devout and they gave him fake understanding smile. And talked behind his back. Some decided to give him a cooler nickname: the agnostic boy.

He couldn’t care less.

Long after, he shared them a little piece of his mind – of his heart – about religion, about rituals, about faith. About God. They gave him curious look which then turned into doubtful one. And took it not quite long to turn into defensive rejection. The boy knew instantly what had happened, though he didn’t really understand why. He got confused and strangely he felt lonely. He was helpless for everyone he knew gave him that look. Everyone and everywhere he went.

So he turned to the Only One he knew would listen. The One he knew him best. The One he called “Dad”.

He sat on a park bench on his own, stared at the blue sky and let out a short sigh. The cold breeze blew his hair.

“Hey, Dad,” said the boy as if to no one, “I think they think I’m an atheist and they’ve killed me in their mind. What You say I should do about that, eh?”

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(Black Canyon, 29/06/2012)

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Thu, 19 Jul 2012 01:26:19 -0700 And I Love You http://donnacorle.posterous.com/and-i-love-you http://donnacorle.posterous.com/and-i-love-you And I miss you. Not you as a person, but you as an existence.
And I need you. The way you said you needed me.
And I love you. Not in the we-should-get-together kind of way.
I love you in a glad-we-met-and-I-really-care-for-you kind of way.
(Black Canyon, 08/07/2012)

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Tue, 19 Jun 2012 07:14:00 -0700 Ketagihan Kesedihan http://donnacorle.posterous.com/ketagihan-kesedihan http://donnacorle.posterous.com/ketagihan-kesedihan Di antara papadam (semacam kerupuk India) dan nasi biryani, dia bertanya kepada saya, dengan terus terang, apakah saya bahagia di Qatar.

"Sebenarnya," kata saya, "saya merasa sedih. Sangat sedih. Saya tidak dapat menjelaskannya."

"Itu karena Anda membutuhkannya, Anda menyukainya."

"Menyukai apa?"

"Kesedihan. Anda ketagihan kesedihan."

Dia tidak mengatakan kalimat itu seperti teori konyol. Dia mengatakannya seperti bahwa hal tersebut merupakan fakta. Bumi itu bulat. Saya ketagihan kesedihan. Apakah hal seperti itu mungkin? Saya bertanya-tanya. Orang waras seperti apa yang keranjingan sesuatu seperti kesedihan?

~ Geography of Bliss, Eric Weiner ~

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Sun, 17 Jun 2012 23:06:50 -0700 Part Of Getting It ~ Harvey Specter http://donnacorle.posterous.com/part-of-getting-it-harvey-specter http://donnacorle.posterous.com/part-of-getting-it-harvey-specter There's this scene in Suits S01E03 that i really like. It's when Mike, as a rookie in the law firm, was told to throw a dinner for his fellow associates. He was stressed because he couldn't find the right restaurant and whined to Harvey, the senior partner.

Mike: "Why does any of this matter?"
Harvey: "You see that guy there by the fax? Take a good look! He's never gonna make a partner."
Mike: "Let me guess. Because he threw a lousy rookie dinner?"
Harvey: "No. Because he doesn't get it."
Mike: "Get what?"
Harvey: "He doesn't get it that doing good work isn't the whole job. Part of getting it is that things like dinner actually matter, even when you don't think they do. Look, you were giving me shit this morning because I come and go when I want to. You know why I can do that? Because when I got here, I dominated. They thought I worked 100 hours a day. Now, no matter what time I get in, nobody question my ability to get the job done. Get it through your head! First impressions last. You start behind the eight ball, you'll never get in front."

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Wed, 30 May 2012 21:30:53 -0700 I don't have any problem with Smokers but well.. Happy World No Tobbaco Day http://donnacorle.posterous.com/i-dont-have-any-problem-with-smokers-but-well http://donnacorle.posterous.com/i-dont-have-any-problem-with-smokers-but-well Hampir setahun lamanya batukku datang dan pergi sesuka hati. Ketika datang, hebatnya sampai menekan dada. Ketika pergi, leganya hanya sementara karena tahu hari berikutnya akan datang lagi.

Setelah check up ke rumah sakit dan di-rontgen, kata dokter gara-gara bronchitis.

Kalau aku batuk, orang lain yang prihatin, karena kedengarannya parah sekali. Akunya indifferent, karena tahu beberapa jam kemudian pasti reda.

"Kok bisa sampai kayak gitu sih?" Biasanya yang ditanyakan orang. Dan suatu hari, waktu ada yang bertanya begitu, papaku keceletuk, "Soalnya dia dari kecil....."

Papaku ngga menyelesaikan kalimatnya.

Jelaslah aku panik. Aku kenapa? Dari kecil aku kenapa? Do I have a health defect? Apa aku pernah sakit parah yang aku ngga ingat?

Butuh waktu agak lama buatku untuk kemudian sadar apa yang mungkin hampir keceletuk sama papa: dari kecil aku menghirup asap rokok yang dihisap papaku. He must've somehow felt guilty or something, he didn't finish his sentence.

Do I blame him? No. Of course not. Toh penyebabnya juga belum tentu semata-mata gara-gara rokok. Dan aku juga ga sampe sakit parah kayak Janson yang mesti sampe operasi di luar negeri dan cuti kuliah setahun gara2 asap rokok bapaknya. (kanker sinus atau semacamnya bukan sih ya si janson?)

Apa aku bakal lebih seneng kalau papa berhenti merokok? Iya.
Apa aku bakal lebih bersyukur kalau orang-orang terdekatku berhenti merokok? Jelas.
Tapi apa aku bakal maksa mereka buat berhenti? Engga.

Every now and then, mungkin aku bakal bilang, "Rokoknya dikurangi." Tapi aku sih mending mereka bilang "ngga bisa" atau semacamnya dan tetep ngerokok daripada ngeiyain, tapi di belakang diam-diam sembunyi ngerokok kalau lagi ngga samaku. Yeah, bertahun-tahun berada di tengah lingkungan dominan cowok, kelakuan semacam itu sih sudah terlalu sering kutemui. Dibohongi itu sakit, jendral..! Lagipula, call me ignorant but I really don't have any problem with smokers.

Kamu mau merokok di sekitarku? Silakan. Asal tidak di kendaraan umum, ruangan ber-AC, atau ruangan apapun tanpa sirkulasi udara yang memadai.

Dan yang terpenting, asal tidak di sekitar anak-anak kecil. Anak-anakmu sendiri, ataupun anaknya orang lain. Dan orang-orang yang kamu sayang.

Happy World No Tobbaco Day..!

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Tue, 29 May 2012 19:25:39 -0700 Midnight Talk About Love http://donnacorle.posterous.com/midnight-talk-about-love http://donnacorle.posterous.com/midnight-talk-about-love (Last night I was up until midnight, having a marvelous chat with a friend via BBM, and one of the things we talked about was -of course- love. And I, who spent the day in anger, originally thought i'd found his words to be cheesy BS. But no, I found them surprisingly refreshing. Think I'm going to share some lines here. :3)

Unrequited love is the best there is. Your love remains the object of unlimited downpour of compassion. In short; you won't ever get bored.

To love is to give, ever heard of that? It's a classic one. What else is there to love where you have no one to give? When love is taking, it's half loving. When love is giving, it's love living.

Well, it hurts the most when you love somebody the way you wanted to. There's no remedy to that. Because the pain itself is a proper remedy. To know that you are able to love. That beneath the rough patch of a human, is a soul made of love and compassion. It's a mystery you could never have empirically proven, but a most beautiful mystery indeed.

Whereas all living things are made to avoid damage, pain and hurt as best as nature could possibly teach. But in love, you seek comfort through the damage, pain and in the end emerge human.

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Tue, 29 May 2012 08:07:11 -0700 People Are Like Puzzles http://donnacorle.posterous.com/people-are-like-puzzles http://donnacorle.posterous.com/people-are-like-puzzles Mengenal seseorang itu seperti mengumpulkan kepingan-kepingan puzzle. Dalam tiap percakapan, di setiap hari, ada kepingan baru yang kita temukan. Mungkin kepingan-kepingan awalnya kelihatan gambarnya keren, atau malah membosankan. Tapi semakin banyak kepingan yang dikumpulkan, semakin banyak pula kejutan yang muncul.

Menariknya, kalau bukan sialnya, kita tak pernah tahu berapa banyak kepingan yang menyusun puzzle tersebut. Dan terkadang, semakin banyak kepingan yang terkumpul, justru semakin sulit untuk menduga gambar apa yang akan ditunjukkan. Semakin suka atau jadi kecewa, terkadang juga tak bisa diterka.

Dan kalau sedang sial betul, gambar yang tadinya sangat menarik pun, yang kepingan-kepingan awalnya membuat kita langsung jatuh cinta dan bersemangat untun mengumpulkan semakin banyak lagi kepingannya, ternyata justru menampilkan gambar yang kemudian membuat kita sakit hati.

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Mon, 07 May 2012 00:33:43 -0700 Pasrah http://donnacorle.posterous.com/pasrah http://donnacorle.posterous.com/pasrah Sabtu kemarin menyelesaikan membaca sebuah buku berjudul "Joker" karya Valiant Budi, si @vabyo. Kata editornya, si Vabyo ini pintar bikin teka-teki. Itu betul.

Beda dengan Kedai 1001 Mimpi yang isinya agak slengean dan mengalir kocak, Joker ini penuh teka-teki, fragmen yang saling terkait satu sama lain. Tapi apa keterkaitannya? Itulah yang sulit dirangkai bahkan sampai tiga per empat buku.

Buatku, Joker ini adalah tipe buku yang memaksa kita untuk "pasrah". Pasrah saja dituntun si penulis. Pasrah menikmati setiap tanda tanya. Meskipun dugaan dan terkaan muncul, pasrah saja menunggu jawabannya.

Pasrah. Sampai di halaman terakhir dan satu-satunya kata yang bisa terucap dari mulutku adalah : "damn..!"

Pasrah.

Sama pasrahnya terseret arus kisah yang mungkin ending-nya sudah bisa diterka. Atau mungkin juga tidak. Sama pasrahnya seperti otak menyerah pada hati.
Sama pasrahnya seperti hati, untuk kemudian dicecar si otak,
"told you so.."

Iya, saya sedang galau. x))

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Thu, 26 Apr 2012 03:25:20 -0700 Which one do you prefer..? http://donnacorle.posterous.com/which-one-do-you-prefer http://donnacorle.posterous.com/which-one-do-you-prefer This is a world of balance. Untuk segala sesuatu selalu ada pasangannya, seperti pedang bermata dua.

Bahkan untuk sebuah berita yang bagi sebagian besar orang dianggap kabar baik, ternyata bisa bikin galau si yang bersangkutan. Karena itulah akhir-akhir ini aku punya kebiasaan nanya sama si yang bersangkutan pengen dikasih respon gimana.

Seperti beberapa waktu lalu, waktu ada teman dapat "kabar baik", tapi aku tahu itu mengharuskan dia berhadapan dengan perubahan drastis dan pilihan yang berat. Aku tanya ke dia, "which one do you prefer, a congratulatory or a ganbatte..?" Dan dia bilang, "both." So I gave him both.

Atau seperti waktu ada yang bilang, "some things aren't right but it was better than I expected". What could possibly be the best response for that? I didn't know. So I asked him, "which one do you prefer, a "good for you" or "hang in there"..? And he said he needed a "hang in there".. So I told him to hang in there..

Because I never really know what they're struggling with. I never really know what they're feeling. I'm not good in dealing with emotion. I'm not good with words either. And I definitely suck at giving consolation.

So I think.. The least I can do is trying not to give the wrong response.

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Fri, 20 Apr 2012 01:10:18 -0700 Dream it into life http://donnacorle.posterous.com/dream-it-into-life http://donnacorle.posterous.com/dream-it-into-life "kacamataku rusak, jadi sebetulnya aku malas keluar2.... Patah."

Awalnya sih percakapan berlanjut seperti biasa, seperti "rusak kenapa? Kok bisa patah? Kacamata apa?" dst dst.. Sampai kemudian aku tersadar......

Aaack~~! Rasanya semalam aku baru aja mimpi kacamataku rusak. Entah frame-nya penyok atau patah, yang jelas sama sekali irreparable.

Kebetulan..? Mungkin sekali.
Yang jelas aku langsung ingat kejadian sekitar 1 bulan lalu.

Waktu itu aku sedang hibernasi belasan jam ketika mimpi absurd itu muncul. Setting mimpinya di Solo. Lebih spesifik lagi, Lomba Pump It Up di Solo. Aku ingat lihat kaosnya Spicy. Aku juga ingat beberapa orang temanku ikut dalam kompetisi itu: Chrisna, Erik, Wisnu, dan juga Christ yang jauh-jauh datang dari Surabaya, katanya sih sama-sama 14 orang anggota Sapphire lainnya. Tapi tidak ada satu pun dari mereka memenangkan kompetisi tersebut. Dan waktu aku ngobrol sama Christ yang lagi mourning kekalahan mereka, tiba-tiba kami menemukan sebuah ransel besar yang isinya penuh buku kumpulan soal USM STAN (huh??) dan sebuah trophy juara 2, dengan nama Edwin.

(FYI, as far as i know, there's a great pumper in Jogja named Edwin who has a shot in winning such competition. Big shot.)

Yang absurd adalah.. Begitu aku terbangun dari mimpi itu, aku buka twitter dan mendapat kabar kalau si Erik sedang ikut lomba Pump di Jogja. Huh.. Meleset 2 jam lokasinya ternyata.. :))

Dan di penghujung hari, aku dikasih tahu hasil lomba tersebut. Si Erik menang di advance (yeaaay~~!), sementara untuk speed male-nya, juara 2 dikantongi oleh Edwin...

.......... Huh... Quite a dream, eh..? :/

Yang masih jadi misteri.... Itu kenapa tiba-tiba ada buku USM di mimpiku..? Satu tas penuh pula.. :))

Mungkinkah karena aku bakal kuliah lagi disana tahun depan..? ;)
Semoga.

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Tue, 17 Apr 2012 01:50:15 -0700 Dealing with change. http://donnacorle.posterous.com/dealing-with-change http://donnacorle.posterous.com/dealing-with-change Last year I learned one of the most wonderful lessons in my life: how a simple greeting can turn a stranger into a family.. How a simple "hi" can change my life..

But lately I've been struggling with another lesson, that when we learn something new about somebody, we are faced with a greater task ahead of us: to adapt to it..

Some might say it's troublesome.. (s)he's the one who brings the change but why are we even being bothered to be the ones to adapt..? Sometimes we might even have to change our perspective and shift our paradigm.. And awkward moments are inevitable before things are finally back to whatever closest to being normal.. Because you see, change isn't always easy to deal with..

So you'd say, such a tremendous task it is.. But hey.. apparently... When we keep in mind how precious that somebody to our heart..... We'd be happy to.. :)

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Fri, 13 Apr 2012 07:49:00 -0700 We Should Get Coffee Sometimes http://donnacorle.posterous.com/we-should-get-coffee-sometimes http://donnacorle.posterous.com/we-should-get-coffee-sometimes

"We should get coffee sometimes."

Iya, kedengarannya seperti semacam lame pick-up line. Dan entah kenapa sepanjang sore satu kalimat itu terus terngiang di kepalaku. Coffee..? We..? We as in me and who, exactly? Naaaaah, no particular person in mind, really.

Well, okay. Two, actually. One friend I haven't seen in quite a long time, and one i haven't met at all. Not in flesh.

Why coffee? Why not beer, like Nova suggested? (Euh, I'm not really a fan of beer) Why not sekoteng? Why not saraba? Why not cendol?

Entah kenapa, tampaknya kopi terasa lebih akrab, lebih hangat. Mungkin karena terkenang masa kuliah dulu, sering nongkrong di Akang dengan segelas kopi untuk menemani obrolan kami ngalor-ngidul kesana kemari sampai berjam-jam. Tertawa, ceng-cengan, serius, berbagi kisah.

We should get coffee sometimes.

We should find a nice place and sit together with two cups of coffee between us. We can talk about things we haven't told each other for quite some times. We can tell things we don't tell to anyone else. We can tell jokes and funny stories and laugh at them. We can share our burden and feel better afterward. We can get to know each other (better).
Yes, I can see us laughing. I can see us enjoying our time.

Yes, we should get coffee sometimes. Even when knowing that what I thought I saw might turn as bitter as the coffee we sip.

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Thu, 12 Apr 2012 17:36:32 -0700 Universe http://donnacorle.posterous.com/universe http://donnacorle.posterous.com/universe (saduran lama, pernah diminta Cukong buat di-share di group bbm.)

Tahukah Anda bahwa membuat diagram tata surya dg skala yang tepat, alih2 diagram rapi yang ada di sekolah2, sebenarnya mustahil dilakukan?

Anggaplah bumi diandaikan sebesar biji kacang polong, maka jupiter akan berada kurang lebih 300meter jauhnya, dan pluto bahkan tak mungkin terlihat karena berjarak 2,5km dengan ukuran sebesar bakteri.

Dg skala yg sama, proxima centauri, bintang terdekat dari tata surya kita akan berjarak 1.600km. Bahkan dg kecepatan cahaya, 300.000km/detik, dibutuhkan 7jam untuk mencapai Pluto. Sementara best speed dari spacecrafts adalah 56rb km/jam. Dg kecepatan tersebut dibutuhkan 9tahun untuk mencapai Uranus,dan 12tahun untuk mencapai orbit Pluto. Yang rupanya sama sekali bukanlah ujung tata surya kita.

Ujung tata surya kita adalah Oort cloud --vast celestial realm of drifting comets. Untuk mencapainya dari Pluto dibutuhkan waktu selama --EHEEEM..!!-- sepuluh ribu tahun.

Wow... Ain't those numbers give us a new understanding on how ENORMOUS universe is? :D

(Sumber: "A Short History of Nearly Everything" - Bill Bryson . I really love this book though it's been ages and I haven't finished reading it.. >_<)

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Thu, 12 Apr 2012 16:57:28 -0700 Invictus http://donnacorle.posterous.com/invictus http://donnacorle.posterous.com/invictus (I'm not much into poetry but I've always liked this one. Never get bored of it. And from time to time, it never fails to remind me that I am strong. I have to be strong.)

Invictus
(William Ernest Henley)

Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud
Under the bludgeonings of change
My head is bloody but unbowed

Beyond this places of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid

It matters not how strait the gate
How charged with punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul

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Wed, 11 Apr 2012 18:56:20 -0700 Obnoxious http://donnacorle.posterous.com/obnoxious http://donnacorle.posterous.com/obnoxious Sepanjang sore kemaren, 11 April 2012, timeline jadi berwarna karena pemberitaan gempa 8,9 SR dan peringatan tsunami di Aceh. Ada yang khawatir, ada yang me-retweet informasi terbaru dari akun portal berita, ada yang marah-marah karena banyak berita palsu dan berlebihan, ada juga yang mengingatkan daripada marah-marah lebih baik tetap waspada. Dan kemudian aku tertegun saat membaca ada yang bilang, "ini adalah peringatan dari Tuhan."

Peringatan Tuhan.

Well forgive my snort. I think those who said that was heartless. Yes, completely heartless. Oke, oke, katakanlah iya, itu peringatan dari Tuhan, tapi menurutku momennya benar-benar ngga pas. Ya bayangkan saja, orang lagi panik, khawatir, takut, sama sekali ngga tahu gimana nasib mereka dan keluarga mereka beberapa jam ke depan. Hell, aku bahkan ga bisa ngebayangin apa yang kira-kira mereka rasakan saat itu. Dan tiba-tiba saja orang bilang, "Lagi diingetin Tuhan tuuuuuh... Makanya banyak ibadaaaah.. Makanya jangan maksiat teruuuus.."

Helloooo.. Peringatan bahaya tsunami-nya bahkan belum juga dicabut. Segitu udah suci kah hidupnya bisa bilang begitu? Ngga ada compassion sama sekali kah sama mereka yang masih dibayang-bayangi horor kemungkinan kehilangan segalanya? Haruskah diingatkan posisi mereka yang bilang itu dan keluarganya saat itu ribuan kilometer dan sepenuhnya aman dari area gempa?

Oh, hell. If I were in their position and somebody said those kind of things to me, I'd definitely punch him on the nose. Or maybe the balls, instead.

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