Long Distance Relationship

Love, you think? Yes, it is about love..
A true love from my family :)

Just now, my 10-year-old sister who is really fierce, harsh, and boyish texted me.

nasywa : ebod

I did not reply, because I was too busy with my proposal.
Few hours later, she texted me again.

nasywa : nj naon embi , cape te :~) (what are you doing, embi? are you tired?)

me : (amazed) Nju ngerjakeun tgas kneh. Cape, tapi da kudu beres :) (still doing my assignment. I'm tired, but it has to be done)

nasywa : oh sing tereh beres atuh :) (hopefully it can be done soon)

me : okeh :D

nasywa: dadah good night sister :)

me : (startled) Good night :*

It was.. weird, you know. We always fight whenever I'm home (I know, it sounds not normal to fight a kid for me..). But see, this long distance does not give us a chance to attack each other :D this long distance makes us close. this long distance makes my devilish enemy become my cute angel who is worth missing. Long distance is.. another God's play :)

B3

I don't know if in the next year's December I still could see them...

They are my very first friends in the university..

I remember I firstly met Meydi on MOKA ..

I remember that Fajar was the only classmate I knew before I knew the other classmates, because he was in the same group of "KAB" with me..

I remember Riska with her harsh face was the first person to whom I introduced myself in the class..

I remember I got close to Retta when we were gossipping about something during PAI class..

I remember I was amazed by Wahyu's TOEFL quiz' score in the Reading for General Communication class..

I remember the first impression I saw from Fitri was.. she compared her nickname with a bird in Speaking class..

I remember Mak Novi was so active and not shy at all to meet new people when we firstly attended the class..

I remember I made a joke with Odon. I pretended that actually we were from the same high school, because he was from SMAN 6, and I was from SMAN 6 as well. Haha, the difference lies only on the city..

I remember Buls was so close with the boys..

I remember I thought that Risty and Neni were from the same high school because they were so close, and their body size were pretty similar: small, if I could tell :p

I remember I made a joke to Elis because her origin was always changing whenever the lecturer asked where she is from..

I remember I firstly did not want to disturb Nyueh because her face reminded me the one I hated in junior 

high school..

I remember that in the beginning of the college's life, Azhari was seen as the most religious person in the class..

I remember that I thought that Aldo and Zul would be best friends even if they came from different high school.. and they are now..  

I remember the first impression of Indar was .. so fierce.. haha because her accent was like scolding someone to whom she spoke..

I remember the first impression of Yurfa was "Whoaaa he is so high!"

I remember Dyah's appearance was so.. emo-ish (?) 

But..

 I dont know.. I  really dont know.. if in the future I would get to see us together like this..

Wahyu - Fajar - Debi - Yurfa - Adisa - Nur - Azhari - Doni

Anisah - Fitri - Wulan - Raita - Novi - Riska - Meydi - Risty - Elis

Selamat PPL, selamat berskripsi ria :'))

Don't Let Me Die

I’m nothing but a dry grass waiting for the rain to be over me

But all I do is daydreaming to gulp a drop of an oasis

I’m tortured living in the middle of summer’s eternity

My chance of life is now wrapped around a ticking bomb

Cause there’s nothing I could do any less anymore

I will just need to linger till the death gives me a call

Unless you arise and erase my foredoomed infinity

p.s. Dear my sweet sun.. this poem is (again) for you. Understand this, could you please?

My Passion: Translating Versus Teaching

Tadi siang, aku gajian untuk terjemahanku yang ke-empat. Wiiihh, keren ya? (Kaya yang dapet berapa aje, Deb..) Hahaha, I’m very grateful though. Alhamdulillah.. Memang jumlahnya ga seberapa dibanding gaji mereka yang ngajar. Tapi, disini passion aku.

Jurusan yang aku tempuh saat ini adalah Pendidikan Bahasa Inggris. Orang yang mendengar ini pasti langsung bilang, “Wah, nanti jadi guru dong?” Harapannya sih seperti itu. Tapi, aku bisa jadi apa aja yang aku mau. Jadi penerjemah, misalnya. Iya, I love translating. Ngutip perkataan Nyueh padaku, “I can’t take translation job. But your passion is there.” Dia mungkin benar. I’m very happy doing it. See, happiness itu ga bisa diukur dengan banyaknya uang yang kita terima. As long as we’re happy on it, no matter how much money we can get, we’ll always be happy. Aku mungkin belum ahli dalam hal terjemah menerjemahkan. Aku juga ga ngambil konsentrasi translating. Tapi, aku selalu pegang kata-kata dosenku, “You can start translating from now on. Practice, practice, and practice. Don’t worry. There is no exact translation.” Dan dosenku yang satu lagi bilang, “After you’ve graduated, you can be whatever you want.” Dengan kata lain, no one can force me to be a teacher. Bahkan, ibu aku juga udah pasrah saat aku menyatakan, “Bu, Eby ga mau jadi guru, ya?” Ibu hanya bisa merespon, “Terserah lah. Eby yang ngejalaninnya kan. Lagipula, Allah itu akan selalu mencukupkan rezeki Eby, gimanapun caranya.”

Tapi, bagaimanapun aku tidak menutup kemungkinan kalau aku nanti harus jadi pengajar. Sebenarnya, saat ini I’m trying to love teaching. Teaching kids, especially. Aku pernah bilang sama Retta, aku mau ngelamar kerja buat jadi pengajar, siapa tahu aku jadi suka ngajar. Aku ga boleh benci sama pekerjaan yang mulia yang satu ini juga. Hanya saja I still love translating more than I love teaching. :)

Doodling Doodling..

This drawing is the result of my doodling. It was unconsciously done while I was working on my assignment. If I'm not mistaken, I was working on annotated bibliography for Second Language Acquisition course at around 2 a.m. Seriously, 2 a. m. This accident took place in Meydina's boarding room. Haha.. what a little thing :)

Beyond The Name

Tentang nama blog ini.. yang aneh dan terkesan alay ini.. aku punya cerita tentangnya. Tapi, aku ingin kau menebaknya lebih dulu. Mengapa aku memberi nama Beecquerel untuk blog ini?

Apa karena Bee itu alay-nisasi dari de-BI?

Apa kau pikir karena Debi itu berarti lebah, jadi ada BEE-nya di nama blogku?

Haha, just.. let’s begin the story.

Blog ini dibuat tahun 2010. Yep, saat aku masih kelas 3 SMA. Seperti yang kalian tahu dari postinganku sebelum-sebelumnya tentang seberapa besar aku benci pelajaran eksakta, aku juga tidak bisa betah berlama-lama di kelas Fisika.

Suatu hari di kelas Fisika, (entah sedang apa guru dan teman-temanku saat itu) aku membuka-buka halaman buku fisika. Aku benar-benar tidak bisa engage ke pelajaran itu. Jadi, yang kulakukan saat itu hanya membuka halaman-halaman buku hanya unuk mencari celah halaman putih kosong untuk kutulisi apa saja agar tidak bosan. Tiba-tiba, aku melihat semacam trivia di sudut halaman itu. Tertulis disitu, Antoine Henri Becquerel, seorang fisikawan asal Perancis, penemu radioaktif, kalau tidak salah. Entah apa yang telah merasukiku waktu itu, yang aku tahu..yang selanjutnya terjadi adalah.. aku menulis di bawah trivia itu beecquerel.blogspot.com. Benar..dengan tambahan satu huruf E :) Supaya ada BEE-nya yang berarti lebah :) Dan Debi itu memang artinya lebah :) Selang beberapa hari setelah ‘penerimaan wangsit’ itu I made the blog right away. Tapi, aku baru mengisinya di bulan Agustus.

Ceritanya as simple as that! Anyway.. unconsciously I’ve uncovered the things I used to do during Physics classes at school.. sigh.. and anyway..up till now I don’t know how to pronounce ‘Becquerel’.

Je suis desole, Monsieur Becquerel :((

pic source: http://id.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henri_Becquerel 

  

Why

Why do you hide behind the camouflage?

Come and

hunt me

shoot me

die me

I'm unarmed

Your eyes clearly witness it

Why are you hesitant?

Do I run?

Do I scare you?

Do I attack you?

I've done no harm

 You already know it too

So Why. Why. Why.

You neither kill me nor save me.

Why?