tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89597685202952893882024-03-14T03:13:39.327-07:00Diary of SchroddingerHe knows. He feels. He loves. He jots it down.schroddingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495771078145531811noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959768520295289388.post-42093813241475662009-03-05T21:55:00.000-08:002009-03-05T22:08:43.786-08:00Once Upon My 13,920 Seconds<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#666666;">I’m (still) doing my work while listening to those songs.<br />And I almost cry. </span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">—pause—</span></strong> </span></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">.. So uncool, huh?<br />I’m not saying that I’m in mellow mode right now.<br />Or I lost my purse three minutes ago.<br />Or I forgot to do my school works. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div></span></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">BUT </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">have you ever felt this kind of feeling?<br />Have you ever experienced…<br />As you listen to a song, it makes your heart trembles?<br />And suddenly you feel that you’re taken to one very nostalgic moment,<br />and often a sad one. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div></span></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">—pause—</span></strong> </span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div></span></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Why are there sad verses in literature?<br />Why are there minor keys in music?<br />Yes, I agree that <em>“It’s a nice to be happy”</em> is a good quote.<br />But it can’t be applied to several occasions.<br />Just like now. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div></span></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">—pause—</span></strong> </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">We can update our status in facebook.<br />Or write our blog every single day.<br />People say that we have freedom to express.<br />Am I expressing right now?<br />Do you believe that mood does metamorphose?<br />It is applied to me, at least.<br />To make it clear, every single *pause* that you’ve seen above;<br />represents that the song in my player is shuffled.<br />How I write these words,<br />Yes, it does change. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></div></span></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#666666;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">—pause—</span></strong> </span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#666666;">Now it has been 3,120 seconds since I’ve written these down.<br />Yet, I still don’t know why I’m doing this silly thing.<br /></span></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">Back to work.</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"> </span></div>schroddingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495771078145531811noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959768520295289388.post-87348794851098370052008-11-07T21:08:00.000-08:002008-11-08T08:08:55.099-08:00Cuap-Cuap Atas Nama: November Ketujuh<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">JANG – KRIK. Spesies langka yang menginspirasiku buat nulis postingan ini. Terima kasih.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /><br /><strong>1.</strong> Hari ini (memang) terasa dashyat. Bagaimana tidak, tepat pada pukul enam pagi aku harus mengangkat bendera putih pada kedua mata ini setelah berperang (hampir) 24 jam dengan layar desktop. Mereka berkontraksi: minta supaya dipejamkan. Sebagai manusia yang tau balas budi, tentu saja kukabulkan. Tidur itu juga termasuk hak asasi buat mata, kan? Sedih meninggalkan lab dan kerjaan, tapi senang juga menyambut kasur kecilku – tempat dimana mimpi-mimpi besar terlahir. <em>Yeah, this is life</em>. Setidaknya buat makhluk sepertiku. Buat yang jenis lain, berlaku hukum yang berbeda.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /><br /><strong>2.</strong> 10:00am. Aku terbangun untuk satu tujuan yang cukup jelas: <em>LECTURE</em>. Dan sepertinya jangkrik-jangkrik telah berhenti berorkestra ria. Dasar. Kadang mereka cukup efisien jika dijadikan alarm (buat mereka yang suka bangun subuh). Setelah dipikir-pikir, pasca <em>Wallstreet Meltdown</em> ini, mungkin para jangkrik tersebut memang sedang buka kursus bangun pagi. Kerja part-time, buat bertahan hidup. Lawakan pagi memang menyenangkan! Hahahaha – hahaha – haha –ha –– Sial. Aku telat.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /><br /><strong>3.</strong> Tiba-tiba teringat soal matematika. Exam akan segera datang, saudara-saudara! Dan aku memang belum sempat membolak-balik surat-surat cinta dari sang mahaguru. Maaf. Oh, mengapa belajar matematika tidak sama dengan mengejar cinta? <em>Rumus. Invers. Modulo. Biner. Matriks. Determinan. Deret. Sigma.</em> Kosakata matematika yang sungguh romantis. Sayang tidak cukup membuatku ingin bercinta dengan mereka. Maaf lagi. Jadi ingat guyonan anak SD, <em>“Pelajaran apa yang paling bisa bikin orang mati?”</em> Pertanyaan retoris. Tapi semuanya tetap serentak menjawab dengan penuh semangat, <em>“Matematika!”</em> Entah kenapa.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /><br /><strong>4.</strong> Hari ini bertemu bebek. Bebek langka yang cuma ada satu di dunia. Bisa memberi cinta, bisa masak mie juga. Sungguh menakjubkan! Dunia ini benar-benar penuh dengan keajaiban. Bagaimana aku menemukannya adalah sebuah keajaiban. Bagaimana postingan ini ditulis juga adalah keajaiban.</span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;" ></span></div><div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /><br /><strong>5.</strong> Dialog antara beberapa manusia gila di pagi hari: </span></span></div><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">A: “Aku sudah ngomong <em>jancuk</em> (baca: jancok) sejak TK!” *bangga*<br />B: “TK? Gimana ngomongnya coba…”<br />C: “<em>Jan… Jan… Jancuuukkk…</em>” (baca: jancuk)<br />B: “Bu guyu, Bu guyu… Bu guyu <em>jancuuukkk…</em>” (baca: jancyuk)<br />A, B, C: Hahaha! *ngakak*</span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">Entah di mana lucunya. Lagipula ini juga bukan sesuatu yang lulus sensor buat jadi sebuah lelucon. Tapi itulah sebabnya kadang aku merasa kami ini gila, justru karena kami tidak pernah menganggap kami ini gila.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /><br /><strong>6.</strong> <em>Nine Lives</em>. Malam hari pergi nonton komedi garapan seseorang bareng 11 jiwa. Lucu. Hebat. Sekolah tua. <em>Fruit Punch</em>. Kursi merah. Layar lebar. Sempat membuat adrenalinku naik-naik ke puncak gunung beberapa kali. Yang masih tercatat di otakku: mitos tentang seekor kucing, manusia yang tidak pernah beruntung, preman-preman yang mukanya kaya sotong, GPS, kesalahpahaman, dan hidup… Dugem? Tak ada rencana lain setelah itu. Kami pulang karena sudah malam. Angka menunjukkan hampir pukul satu dua. Ada (papi mami) kerjaan menunggu dengan setia di (rumah) lab. Bukan waktu untuk tidur, tapi waktu untuk begadang sampai pagi. Akhir semester memang masa-masa sulit bagi beberapa makhluk, sekali lagi, seperti aku. Sebut saja ini sindrom <em>Novembria</em> (Kalau semester dua namanya sindrom <em>Aprilia</em>).</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><br /><br /><strong>7.</strong> Kembali ke meja lab. Layar desktop dengan <em>brightness </em>100%. Exam wishes di sebelah kiri. (makasih banyak!) Ada lelaki tertidur pulas di atas 2 kursi di sebelah kiri juga *sepertinya dia sedang bahagia*. Ada kerjaan. Ada project. Ada MS Word 2007. Ada Autodesk Maya 2008. Ada window Mozilla yang terbuka, isinya hanya 1 tab yang dirahasiakan. Dan ada cinta.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />Tujuh paragraf. 524 kata. Ya, ini hanyalah cuap-cuap di awal bulan November. Nggak penting sama sekali. Kalau ada yang mengangkat tangan; bukan buat bertanya, tapi buat melempar sandal, boleh. Adalah sebuah kehormatan untuk menangkapnya. Ketimbang belajar atau membaca blog ini. Salam dari para sahabat gila. Pamit.<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >– ditulis dua jam menuju pukul enam pagi, November kedelapan. </span></div></span>schroddingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495771078145531811noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959768520295289388.post-90201253538794872232008-11-05T04:24:00.000-08:002008-11-05T22:02:59.666-08:00Swing It! Love It!<div align="justify"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Half an hour to 8pm.</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >Yeah, still doing my works – <em>those projects which are killing me softly! (Sigh)</em> – In front of my desktop in this “lovely” lab. And I’ve just realized that it’s less than 10 days to my first exam! Well, I haven’t really touched all my lecture notes and tutorials, but it’s not that because I’ve skipped SOME of them though… *LOL* Besides, I still need to “exterminate” this 3D character animation and 3D modeling workshop first which come along! *DEEP – DEEP – SIGH*<br /></span><br /><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265155776149399474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 134px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyfT357LwJqZoPwTDLQMpw5eyvVCc6cbzTg92PNTiAupMCAbOsOk-C68Tm8VG9PnglbDGqs0c0lirUPvE0MPsVdf6XGhyphenhyphenmtKgqGuUdLv4dCZ5IOi29HPg1_EkS0k4BDFBDS6tKYi040aQ/s320/blog3.jpg" border="0" /> <span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ></span></p><p align="justify"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" >BUT anyway,</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><br />I still make time, even a little, to open my blog homepage and write this down. “WOW”, <em>they</em> said.<br /><br />Okay, so today’s special is about music. Yap; here we go! Introducing my new song titled <strong>“Swing dan Cinta”</strong>! It literally means <em>“Swing and Love”</em> if I encode it to English. Some of my friends said that the title is just not there actually, and I feel so – somehow. But I think I will still on it. Can’t think of another one for now.<br /><br /></span></p><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>“Tiap kau berbicara, ada cinta terlukis di angkasa…<br />Tiap kau berbicara, bumi ini bagai milik berdua…”</em></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Some <em>brass tacks</em>, I go <em>swing</em> all the way for this one since I've gone <em>samba</em> before. Uhm, let’s leave the arrangement for a while and we go straight into the lyrics. It takes some times to finish up all of them since it will be sung duet alternately. I just want to say sorry to those people, whoever heard me singing everywhere. *laugh* I hope I can record it; hopefully soon after these “catastrophes”, so that you can listen to it. Since this is the first song I’ve written for her after being attached; thus, I myself feel that it is sweet and lovely! I really can’t wait to have my band swinging this song! I love it!<br /></span></div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><em>“… Kusadari swing dan cinta ini begitu membuatku gila!”</em></span></div>schroddingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495771078145531811noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8959768520295289388.post-45232081459953019332008-11-04T10:14:00.000-08:002008-11-04T10:27:13.366-08:00The Advent<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">15:11. The fourth of November 2008.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today was pouring rain. The cozy weather was just nice for a cup of hot coffee *without milk please!* and blogging, for some creatures – like me. It has been 365+ days since the last time I wrote a blog. It’s been quite a time, huh? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This idea of dropping a line on this diary just popped out all at once. No, I’m not a writer; but honestly saying, I love to write. <em>I hear peeps start to shout,</em> <em>“LIAR! Then how about those essays and reports?!”</em> … lol. (To be honest is not a wrong thing what! *<em>Singlish slang</em>*) Okay, let me rephrase: I mean I used to love it. Yet, rather than being one of those politicians, correspondents, or journalists; I’m more of a fabler, a storyteller.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyway, finally I’ve started it again! This blog imitates the feelings, fantasies, and afterthoughts of mine relating to this small – small world *after all*. It will be bilingual (English and Indonesian). You are welcome to follow the trips or throw them away to the trash can. Even choosing one of them is also a human right, a freedom, I guess. SO, enjoy the S$1.00, enjoy the tales, and enjoy the coffee – the latte one, if you love milk.</span></span></div>schroddingerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17495771078145531811noreply@blogger.com0