Playster x Read and Caffeinated: What Type of Coffee Would Your Favorite Book Boyfriend Be?
By Brigida Alexandra - January 16, 2016
Hello readers! Happy 2016 =)
To start the year... well I know this is a bit late but coffee never goes outdated, so today Read and Caffeinated is excited for a post from Playster!
Like most readers, the staff here at Playsterlove to sit down with a nice cup of joe and a great book. With unlimited to access with some of the greatest titles, it’s easy to get lost in a story for hours. One afternoon while reading Wuthering Heights and sipping on a cappuccino, we got to thinking: if Heathcliff was a cup of coffee, what would he be? Then we started dreaming up all these other literary boyfriend/coffee combos. How do you feel about these?
To start the year... well I know this is a bit late but coffee never goes outdated, so today Read and Caffeinated is excited for a post from Playster!
Like most readers, the staff here at Playsterlove to sit down with a nice cup of joe and a great book. With unlimited to access with some of the greatest titles, it’s easy to get lost in a story for hours. One afternoon while reading Wuthering Heights and sipping on a cappuccino, we got to thinking: if Heathcliff was a cup of coffee, what would he be? Then we started dreaming up all these other literary boyfriend/coffee combos. How do you feel about these?
Christian Grey would be… an espresso lungo.
Mr. Grey, we want to drink you up, what with you being tall, dark and handsome and all that. You’re sophisticated, and being with you makes us look sophisticated too, but your bitter aftertaste makes us think twice about whether you’re really all that good for us.
Mr. Darcy would be… an affogato.
You know when you want something sweet, but not too sweet? Scoop yourself up some vanilla (that far superior) ice cream and pour some hot espresso over it. The blend of sweet and bitter flavors will leave you hooked, much like Mr. Darcy himself. Let’s be real for a second: Mr. Darcy didn’t make the best impression at first, and in that way he’s a lot like a black shot of espresso. But when you add sweet, cool ice cream to the mix, you’ve got yourself arguably the most delicious combo of all time…
Heathcliff would be… a macchiato.
Oh Heathcliff. You poor, dark, twisted soul. I mean, we still love you, but just a teeny tiny bit, like the same amount as the small dash of a milk in a macchiato coffee. The rest of you is too bitter to handle, and you’ll never be as soothing as a full blown café latte….but to be clear, at the end of the day, we’d still drink you up.
Noah Calhoun would be… a mocha.
Noah continues to be the best leading man Nicholas Sparks ever wrote, for many reasons. We could write whole books on why he’s perfect, but we’ll save that for another day. If he were turned into a cup of coffee, Noah would totally be a mocha, the best of chocolate and coffee combined—sweet, desirable and utterly flawless.
Romeo Montague would be… a café con leche.
Romeo, Romeo, what flavor art thy Romeo? You’re a café latte’s tortured older brother, of course: the infamous café con leche. Think about it: you want a nice warm cup of milk and coffee, warm enough to take that first sip as soon as it’s in your hands. Instead you get a café con leche with scalding hot milk and BAM! You’ve burnt your tongue. No one said loving Romeo was easy; just look at poor Juliet...
Peeta Mellark would be… a cappuccino.
Poor, sweet Peeta has experienced enough hardship in his life already, so we’re not going to transform him into a coffee. Instead, after the revolution has ended, we like to imagine him finally getting the chance to sit down with a nice Cappuccino (complete with Mockingjay foam art) and a fresh-baked croissant—made with his own strong hands, of course. ;)
Jay Gatsby would be… an americano.
The Great Gatsby is the epitome of the rags to riches tale, albeit not in the most legal of ways. For that, we think Mr. Gatsby would be an americano. You order an americano when you want an espresso but aren’t ready to deal with a sophisticated shot. Add some hot water to the mix and make it last a little longer, kind of like how Gatsby holds on to his past experiences with Daisy when he knows in his heart that they can’t really be carried forward into the present. Can you tell how serious we are about coffee yet?
So, who’s your favorite literary man? Does he match up with your regular coffee order? Let us know in the comments!
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It was 07.55 when I tapped my ID card at work. I usually arrive early. Yes, early. I'm working in an agency where people could arrive at least 10am, yet they would spend quite late at work.
Anyway, nothing was suspicious.
Not until a shocking gigantic sound came to our ears a few hours later. Funny, I've been the one who's always worried with such sound in the office, fear might it be a bomb. Previously, in my one and a half month working in that office, it was whether sound of thunder or something from the construction area nearby. That morning, my colleague also thought it was thunder! But we realized, the sky was clear.
I didn't move until somebody said it was a bomb a few seconds after. The first explosion. We ran towards the window but the smoke was gone. Everything was ok. The person who said he saw an explosion suddenly wasn't sure of what he just saw. We sat back at our seats and the second explosion burst out. There, we started to worry. We ran back to the window yet everything down there seemed to be normal, seen from 26th floor.
The people around the Sarinah wasn't running away, freaking out or something. Like everything was normal. So I thought, maybe it might be an explosion from Burger King's kitchen, despite my colleague said that the explosion he saw was in front of Starbucks. And then I thought again, if it was indeed a blow from the kitchen... how could the sound break so loud?
I took my time to type fast on Path when my colleague tried to search the news about it. That explosion was brand new, of course there's nothing about it on the net. No one answered me on Path for some time.
Some colleagues started wondering, asking someone to find out. I made a few steps back from the window, just right before the third explosion came visible to my eyes.
I screamed.
That's it. I usually don't scream, but shits in my head defended themselves to let out. I remembered someone yelled out to evacuate. I ran to my desk, packed everything quickly while telling my friends not to forget everything behind at work. When we were getting closer to the door, one of the bosses said to me, "Stay inside, it's happening down there, you'd better stay inside. There's a shooting downstairs, you don't wanna go down."
Some people were already near the elevators, I screamed asking them to come back inside. I didn't hear anything but the explosions, so I was shocked too that there were shootings already.
So we stayed. We stayed altogether in one point. The building management officer spoke out an announcement, saying that we should stay inside. Let's say, we're trapped in the office.
Definitely, it was ISIS. Or their previous look-alikes: JI, Al-Qaeda, HT and all. Yet, some part of me still hoped that it could only be a drill. It wasn't. My journo friend said that it was a terrorist attack. Confirmed.
I told my friends about it and the news came up.
We went to the restroom together, and the fourth explosion came. That was nightmare. Suddenly I felt like I lived in Iran or Syria. The big main streets with the coolest places and skyscrapers in the city turned into war zone. As it has been the fourth one, we thought there would be more and we didn't know where. Our office building could be next. And we couldn't leave.
All I cared was I needed to tell my family that I was okay so they wouldn't be worried. I hate it when they worried. My mom was sick since last week, she's not feeling that well. I was afraid this news might frighten her and trigger her pain. I made the call, trying not to panic so I would sound convincing enough that I was okay. I wasn't. My hands were all trembling when I made those calls.
My XL was dead. Kinda hard to made a call straight from my cellphone. I also rushed to contact my brother and sis-in-law who worked in Thamrin, too, with land phone on the desk. I cancelled my meetings and stayed calm.
After calling my mom, another explosion. The fifth. I didn't take the time to get closer to the window to look. The sixth...
Hours there of despair. I wasn't afraid if I have to die on that day. But I was afraid if I might get hurt... living and keep remembering the public distraction of an on-going issue. Just because of it, people died. Innocent ones. Of course, I didn't count the terrorist who died during the attack. Let them be.
Looking for the bigger picture... The spin doctors made a huge success with a handful of ammunition for the day: The hashtags people debated (instead of spreading the right information and verifying the rumors), the public watch on the spot, and the fashionable cops.
People also compared the incident with the one in Paris. Definitely not the same. Indo were debating Indonesians posting 'Pray for Paris' and the French flag applied on their profile pic when it all happened, which for me, it's something normal. As I see it as a way to deliver condolences despite the distance Indo and France had. But this is Jakarta. These peeps are in the same city. And they're debating the hashtags while I was burning my head in composing the plan to escape. I just wanted to be at home.
The incident left me curious.
How on earth it could happen...
How people dare to do this, letting some people who know nothing to die intentionally just to cover things up. I noticed a few illogical clues. I'm writing this, not in the mood to accuse. However, I was surprised on how many people ignore it and CHOOSE to get distracted, even worse, claiming the hero on wrong people and pointing it out as cynicism to be critical about this.
Some people who were consumed with such things... had less sympathy. Well, I can't blame them. I can't blame them for not being there and realizing the absurdities. Instead, they would love to joke (or brag) on 'bravery' of civilians who enjoyed the violent drama, live...only a few steps away.
Anyway, at least I know who were truly cared about me on that day. People who had me on their mind when the incident made the headlines. Thank you! I'm deeply touched. It's always nice to know that people care.
As a person who work in Communication industry and taking classes on Terrorism Studies, I am sure this incident is definitely a set-up. It had been practiced many times previously. By who? Just find the spin doctor....
And it made me realized, we're all Jon Snow. We know nothing.
Last but not least...
Dear Spin Doctor, whoever you are... Yeah, you won. But I'm not afraid. One day, I'll do the same thing to you.
