Pagi ini...

Kuterbangun ketika sadar bahwa waktu sudah menunjukkan masa yang bukan lagi digunakan untuk tidur. Mata sembab, bangun dengan posisi yang tidak sesuai, dan laptop masih nyala. Oh Tuhan.. Itu artinya tadi pagi, tepatnya pagi sekali, aku ketiduran. Dan kautau tugasku belum selesai. Essay.

Sekarang..... kembali lagi berkutik dengan yang namanya essay. Lalalalala. Baiklah cukup sekian tulisan di pagi hari ini. See ya :D

Tulisan Namamu

Postingan ini hanyalah re-post doang. Tulisannya masih acak-acakan, alay pula, soalnya cerita ini terjadi ketika aku kelas tiga SMA, dan sekarang bukan lagi anak sekolahan. Anak kampus yuhuuuuu. Alright, keep scrolling this page hihi :D

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Temaram lilin menyeruak ke sebagian ruang. Berkasnya tak kukenali waktu itu. Meski wajahnya takkan pudar dalam kenangan, peluknya takkan dingin oleh masa, aku tak dapat merasakannya lagi, hangatpun tak ada dan

NEW YEAR (Bahagia itu Sederhana)

Tahun baru, tahun kemarin, 2013. Aku mendengarnya seperti biasa saja. Tapi bagi kebanyakan orang, seperti fenomena yang wajib dilewati; ketika tengah malam tiba, sorak gembira ratusan, bahkan ribuan, oh mungkin jutaan orang di kota di mana aku sedang menempatinya, sangat ingin merayakannya dengan orang-orang tercinta, terdekat, dan lainnya. Tapi kautahu aku bisa apa di sini? Maksudku,

Greetings

WELCOME! This is the second Harti's blog after the first one was deleted. Yup! The owner of this BLOG is Harti Mawarni Putri. Just call her Harti. Let you all know who she is. Actually, it’s rather difficult to describe or tell about her because she never wants to be known. So, she is a mysterious girl, isn’t she?  No, no. I mean, she just won’t be a famous girl after being described. (Silent) zzzzzzzzzz Alright, I’m giving up because it’s not funny at all. I’m surely not talented to make a joke.  

Let starting with who she is. She is now a student of English Education Department 2013 in Universitas Muhammadiyah Yogyakarta. She’s grown up in a lovely family in her Father’s hometown, Blitar, East Java. She never realized that she had ever lived in her Mother’s hometown, Sampit, Centre Kalimantan. The reason was so simple because only five years she felt the air of Sampit—where that’s a town she was born. Now she lives in Yogyakarta as for studying.

She has always been interested in writing as long as she can write any literary works, and she will carry on liking it until the day she can’t write anymore. She was used to writing in free time or when there’s writing contest, but she always tries to have a free time. Sometimes, writing allows her to escape into this worthy world that only she knows about, and she always finds a song in every writings. When she wrote everything that related to her feelings, she feels like she has more feelings. She can feel eager, unhappy, disappointed, angry, and so on. She can’t say more. She just loves being "narsis." Just enjoy :)