Selasa, 03 April 2012

Where the Real Laughter Comes

Selamat malam semuanya, selamat bulan April! Kerasa cepet banget nggak sih? Sebenarnya ini klise banget tapi pengen banget mengungkapkan yang sebenernya gue rasain, rasanya baru juga kemaren lulus UN SMP dan gak sabar pengen ngerasain jadi anak SMA,baru kemaren kelas 10 dan berharap-harap masuk IPA di kelas 11nya yang alhamdulillah jadi kenyataan, dan jeng jeng! sekarang udah kelas 11 semester 2 aja. Kelas 12 udah mau UN, udah mau lulus dan sebentar lagi gue dan teman-teman pun juga akan merasakan tekanan batin yang dirasain sama para senior saat ini.

Kisah SMA gue ternyata nggak seperti yang gue bayangkan, yah walaupun belom lulus dan masih setengah jalan, mungkin akan terjadi sesuatu nanti yang only God knows what, tapi bisa dibilang kenyataan kehidupan SMA gue itu jauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh dari apa yang dulu gue pikirin waktu masih pake seragam putih biru.

Blog ini dan para pembacanya udah membaca dan menyaksikan masa SMA gue yang kayaknya tak putus dirundung malang banget. Coba discroll ke bawah dan baca tulisan-tulisan gue sebelum ini, pasti kalian bakal mikir, 'gila banget hidup lo Triss nggak ada senengnya apa? Nggak mati aja sekalian?' Oke itu berlebihan gue tau.

Nah kita mulai masuk ke bagian inti blog ini nih setelah basa-basa sepanjang 3 paragraf, jadi maksud gue di sini adalah gue mau mengklarifikasi 1 hal, setelah gue merenung akhirnya gue menyadari bahwa, what the hell was I thinking? Hidup gue nggak semerana itu. Ya, mungkin ada hari-hari dimana rasanya berat banget harus ngejalanin hidup dengan seragam putih abu-abu dengan tuntutan belajar setinggi puncak jaya wijaya tapi ya itu hidup itu kewajiban gue, ehm kita. Tapi.............. di masa SMA inilah gue menemukan suatu titik terang di antara awan-awan mendung (re:tugas dan ulangan). Setelah berbulan-bulan nggak merasakan ketawa yang sebenarnya yang sampe nggak bisa berenti yang sampe guling-guling dan sakit perut, finally gue ngerasain itu lagi. Gimana ceritanya? Ceritanya gue ketemu makhluk-makhluk ajaib yang
menyebut diri mereka DEONEIO!

Ya, DEONEIO. Sekelompok boca-bocah tengil gila nan kreatif yang selalu bisa ngubah apapun jadi tawa. Jatuh cinta. Ya, gue jatuh cinta sama mereka. Karena mereka ini akhirnya gue bisa ngerasain lagi gimana leganya ketawa lepas. Sebenernya kami
udah nggak asing dengan satu sama lain karena kami emang satu SMP. Oh ya, kecuali satu orang yang mana satu orang ini adalah satu-satunya temen satu gender gue. Deoneio bukan geng, cuma sekelompok anak yang terdiri dari 7 laki-laki yaitu Oris, Adam, Dwima, Dwipa, Najib, Oscar, Eka, dan 2 perempuan yaitu intan dan gue sendiri. Hobi kami nggak macem-macem cuma ketawa, karaoke, bikin film, nonton film, dan makan. Jadi nggak susah kalau ngumpul, dimana aja asal bisa melakukan kegiantan-kegiatan seperti yang disebut tadi nggak ada masalah buat kita. Tapi biasanya sih homebase kita di rumah Oris.

Banyak banget cerita tentang Deoneio dan kalaupun mau diceritain satu-satu juga nggak akan bisa karena gue enggak mau bikin kalian bosen dengan tulisan super panjang gue ini. Jadi akan gue sudahi dulu sampai sini, nanti dilain kesempatan kal
au ada waktu gue mungkin bakal cerita lebih banyak mengenai hari-hari gue sama Deioneio. Yang jelas yang pengen gue bilang sebagai kalimat penutup gue adalah, gue nggak nyesel kok SMA, gue malah bersyukur banget karena kalo nggak SMA gue nggak bakal punya pengalaman-pengalaman seru kayak pengalaman gue bareng Deoneio.



Kamis, 09 Februari 2012

Would a psychologist be too much?

This might be another post that contains a negative atmosphere.

Sometimes I often feel like I have nothing to be proud of, like I can't totally be good at something, like everything I do everyone does it better than me. And I got to the point where I sank to the deepest of despairs. I actually talked about this with Adam a few days ago but I didn't quite poor it all out because I was afraid my tears would just drop. Well I can't cry in the public, uhm I actually can but who wants to see my horrible crying face. Oh sorry out of topic.
I think I need a psychologist, It might sound kind of over the top, but with the situation I have now, the very quick change of emotions and all, I think I at least need just one appointment with a psychologist, just to talk and pour my heart out and maybe get a solution on how to deal with the life i got now. Because I'm telling you honestly, it's tiring. Everyday I wish the weekend would come faster and last forever.

Goodnight from the tired high school girl who still hasn't found the 'fun' in high school. yet.

Senin, 06 Februari 2012

Help, anyone?

Ever since high school started things just gone from almost perfect to totally ruined. I don't know, I feel like there's nothing right anymore. Seems like I can't do anything right. Things just got worse and worse than before.
I thought this year would be the best year of high school, I thought the bad things were already left behind. Well, I thought wrong.
I'm not enjoying life. I got nothing to be proud on. I feel like I'm nobody. I'm starting to lose hope and faith.
Is there anyone who can help me?

Light bulb!

Having an idea about what to give to him on val's day. The thing is, I'm not sure if I would have enough time to do it. All of these homeworks and tests and projects are killing me slowly. Plus my laziness decides to increase its level. Oh my my.

Rabu, 01 Februari 2012

To do list

I really need to STOP procrastinating!
I really need to FOCUS
I really need to STOP having negative thoughts
I really need to WORK HARDER

I really need to STOP writing about things
I really need to DO these things.

Senin, 30 Januari 2012

Lets start

Gotta learn to let things go.

Kamis, 26 Januari 2012

How I roll

I am gaining weight and I'm freaking out!
Need. to. start. working. out.
My uniforms barely fit me now, especially those freaking skirts. I can't place them in the right place because my belly is HUGE. okay so not huge, but it's way over the limit.
You may think that I'm overreacting, it's fine. But I need my body in the right size. Since I'm not tall, I feel like I have to maintain my body in the right shape. I cannot go out and feel confident about myself if I know that my belly, my arms, and my tights are off their limit. Confidence people! I need those things to be smaller and flatter in order to gain my confidence.
Hey, this is just how I roll. Got a problem? Don't even bother reading this, kay? ;)