People see nine days. I see less than seven.

And I can’t help but wonder; do I even have any regrets?

No will probably the answer.

I already told myself to stop having regrets. I mean, I can’t help it since I’m still human and all, but I’m already tired of regrets. They’re pretty much pointless. It’s not like I can go back to turn the time and learn everything anyway. It’s just a shame that I still haven’t done any better in praying.

I loathe this feeling. This feeling when I know what I did wrong but I can’t help to change it. I even think I’m telling bullshits, but hell, I’ll be damned if I’m lying. It’s not that I can’t change this, I just don’t know how.

I need some help. Words. Punches. Motivations. Anything.

Anything to free my mind from everything except my exam.

MOARRR SLIDE AND MOARRR STOMACHACHE

Bzzz, sorry for the capzed(?) title orz You know, my school has been very strict lately. Strict in… so many kind of ways. Because of adipura or something, we’re all reminded to keep the school clean, to bring some flowers, to separate the trash, etc etc-_- I know it’s very normal to do, but, really? Why not doing this earlier? It’s kinda funny to become proper only if you wanna win some kind of award. Ha.

Not to mention the newww school schedule! Longer lunch breaks, yay!<3 It’s funnn ’cause we can do our pray for Dzuhur without bothering the lessons but the Mosque is really really crowded so, um, I keep doing it in my home anyway-_- SOOO LET’S TALK ABOUT THE TOPIC.

It’s hectic. It’s like our teacher rushing us to complete the lessons in book so we can concentrate to do some problems for National Exam. Hm. (given the fact that it will take only two lessons to finish Physics and the Math is already finished, I think they really are)

But it’s nooooot a problem! I love doing more problems in school, rather than doing it alone at home (well, I just can’t resist the temptaion of internet and my glory bed). Because I’m socially awkward, I can’t do some discussions in cram school either nyehnyehnyeh-_- So I like this rushing-to-finish-the-book thingy. BUT!

Why do I have to get a stomachache ;A; *is rolling on the bed*

Well, it’s not like I’m complaining tho…to whom if I did? No way I complaint to my own stomach-_- I just feel kinda sad because I just got some motivation to finish some presentation, but it had to be ruined by that pain. Ugh.

Fortunately, I’ve recovered :3 I still feel kinda sluggish and feverish (…I don’t even know stomachache can cause a slight fever) but at least I’ve finished some slides. Still lots to to, but I think I’ll rest for a while in internet ❤

That’s the rambling for now; see ya!

[Cerpen] A Sudden Interruption

This is a story I wrote quite long time ago…  I think I’ll place it here, since it’s useless if no one read it. I know that my grammar is not perfect, but I’m trying my best to write things in English.

Comments will always be appreciated 😀 Anyway, this is the one from my old website, I just repost it here.

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A Sudden Interruption
2010 (c) Devi Miranda

 

It had been five minutes since that girl took a seat and staring at the window; where the rain poured down heavily. When her order, which was a mug of hot chocolate, came to her table, all that she did was watching the smoke of the hot liquid faded slowly to the air. Well, not that she care about that, her mind wasn’t even in that cafe, she guessed.

She knew it well; she knew where her mind flew to. It was that picture she saw in Facebook, right? Yeah. That was it. She became all melancholy like this just by a picture, and she wondered what would happen if she had to look at the real ones. That would be a mess, she sworn upon her tongue.

“…guess it can’t be helped…” she whispered in such a low voice, and that came out blurry, thanks to the sound of the rain, “…they’ve forgotten me, and I can’t do anything but being annoyed by the fact. How fool.”

“And the thing that makes you a real fool is you regret and came here to sobs.”

She nearly jumped out of her chair as she heard that familiar voice.

‘Oh, please. Not him. At this state…’

She passed a glance out to her back and regretted it at once. Shit. That was him. So he knew it. He HAD known in at the first place.

“…it’s none of your business,” that girl flushed a bit by the fact that another guy took a seat across her and greeted her in a smug smile. “…stop it.”

“Stop what?” this boy grinned. “Stop pretending that I didn’t know everything or stop bothering your-so-called-peace?”

“Both,” the wavy-haired girl answered sarcastically. “And stop acting that casual in front of me while you know how much I hate you.”

“Oh, my bad,” again, that grin. This girl really, really hoped that she could take her hot chocolate and poured it all once to that annoying face, along with the mug. “But I hate you as well, and seeing you annoyed does make me happy.”

“…you are the worst.”

“I am the worst,” he smiled cheekily. “Now, before your urge to throw me with that hot, sweet liquid get bigger, let’s get to the point.”

He changed his face. Now, the brown-haired girl could see the worry lines—or maybe angry lines—appear in his face.

“What?” not that she scared, really. She’s just… unable staring to that serious face, so she threw her face away.

“You actually love me, don’t you?”

And that girl could feel as if her heart stopped beating.

fin

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