Saturday, May 30, 2015

Meet an Old Friend of Mine

hi.
it's 2:26 AM.
just found this old notebook!


Jangan tanya kenapa sampulnya kaya gitu. When I was 7 I told my mom to bought this notebook because I thought it was cute, and I literally didnt understand the meaning of this notebook's cover picture. 

then i started to write on this thing on my last semester in the second grade.

i really need to blur everything. se-gak jelas itu ternyata tulisan anak kelas dua SD yang seneng bisa naik kelas ke kelas tiga.


This was on the seventh page of this notebook. Masih tetep update dengan ngasih tau skrg kelas berapa :') dan tulisan sebelumnya dari halaman ini adalah cerita gue pas jadi anak kelas tiga SD dengan ngeluh susah belajar matematika, gak mau belajar, pengen nonton tv aja, and so on, dengan font gede-kecil-gede-kecil yang gue gak mau share even bisa di blur. just... no.

Funny thing, gue selalu inget dengan buku ini setahun sekali atau paling banyak setahun tiga kali. Buku ini seakan-akan ilang dari kamar, tapi setahun berikutnya muncul lagi dan minta ditulis. Seakan minta diupdate gimana hidup gue sekarang.

Jadi di halaman selanjutnya gue bener-bener ngisi satu tahun sekali, (walaupun ada yang sempet skip, no update in 2012.)

daan ini dia dua tulisan terakhir di buku ini, yang sebelah kiri tahun 2014, dan yang sebelah kanan adalah 2015. i just wrote something in there hehehe just a few updates about my life and this tiring college life, and about my complicated yet awesome stuff (in a very short words) with him.

One thing that makes me happy is that in 2014 I wrote; "semoga di tulisan selanjutnya udah jadi mahasiswi Universitas Indonesia." and then in the next page, I write "alhamdulillah bisa nepatin nulis disini dengan predikat mahasiswi di universitas itu." Until today I still thank God for everything, for putting me there, for giving this life eventho I know I rarely remember to say 'alhamdulillah' or sometimes I really wish I could just undo everything, but isn't it just something that almost everybody's hope for?



ok sorry idk what to post, 
but it's almost 3 AM, and instead of writing another 'My Midnight Thought', I prefer to share about this notebook in this blog because I think this blog is a part of me too.


- Tiara Disya -


Friday, May 15, 2015

Little Sissy

hi, everyone.

i just realized that..

after all these years that i've spent writing on this blog (even for only like 10 times a year lately)...


i've never posted anything about my annoying yet lovely little sister.



he-he idk it never came up in my mind to write anything about her,



until now.

idk suddenly i want to post something about her,

maybe because she just came into my room, promised that she'd sleep with me tonight.


but guess what

minute later she said, "teteh gak jadi deh. aku mau tidur di kamar mama."


ugh why so annoying.




anywayy she'll be 6 years old this july.


and there was an odd (idk why i think it was) conv between me and her this afternoon,

Zif: teh aku bentar lagi ulang tahun
Yar: iya, tau
Zif: teteh mau aku gede gak? (what she meant was getting old, i think)
Yar: mau lah.. eh nggak deh, jangan
Zif: kenapa?
Yar: gak apa-apa. Emang kamu mau gede?
Zif: mau
Yar: kenapa?
Zif: masa aku kecil terus
Yar: Gapapa, kan lucu
Zif: jadi gede enak gak teh?
Yar: gak enak sama sekali, soalnya km harus blablabla............

and then i ended up having a curcol time with her, eventhough i know she wont understand. after having that conv with her, all of a sudden something popped up in my mind; would it be so nice if life has a restart button?

because there are plenty of things that i regret.
things that i wish never happened.
things that i really wanna fix.




aaand this is my little sister;

(ps: this is the very first time i post her face on my blog omg :/)





- Tiara Disya=

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Current Addiction



Time together is just never quite enough.

When you and I are alone,
I've never felt so at home.

What will it take to make or break this hint of love?
We need time,
only time.

When we're apart whatever are you thinking of?

If this is what I call home;
why does it feel so alone?




So tell me, darling, 

do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time, all the time.


- Tiara Disya -