i love you just the way you are

haha..
i've just written a long story about cutting my shape so i can fit into a box. but since being cut is a fact, and i'm cut now, i decide to accept my new shape.

booooo.. *tomatoes attack*

well, the show must go on.

someone in my timeline said that there's no such thing like "i love you just the way you are", because there's always a reason you'll be loved. your beautiful face. your behaviour. your smart brain. your smile. your charm. your fashion. your money.

but i think it's true that you have something to be loved by your partner, your friends, your family. and the "i love you just the way you are" is about an ACCEPTANCE everytime you and yourself can't accept who you are. got it?

ever have an uncomfortable feeling about your own self?

i'm sure there are moments in your life when you feel you're not beautiful or handsome. you hate your hair cut. you hate your fashion style. you hate the thought of being old-fashioned. you hate your personality. you hate the way your mind and your heart work. you hate your disability. you hate your boundary.

and living in "i love you just the way your are" will make you feel comfortable and you start to accept the way you are and be happy with it and you feel great.

of course "i love you just the way you are" is not about cutting someone shape. but it's also not about letting the shape looks so messy and tolerate it. it's about decorating the shape and the box so they will look amazing to celebrate.

so what's happening to my shape now? whatever. i just want to start to decorate ^^

a moment to celebrate our love

uwahh..
ini masih libur semester tapi kerjaan udah mulai numpuk. well, bener, kerjaan. i do this for money.. =3

and as always,
i hate being a person who needs to try thousands times harder than others just to get "halah, cuma itu aja.." in the end. or something that indicate that my work was useless or i have a wrong perspective of a case or that i can't do something well.

i know i'm not as smart as people expect me to be (there are? eh..). but if you don't know how hard i'm trying, don't consider me doing something like tweeting or blabbering. it breaks my heart.

and it was getting worse when i'd tried so hard for a deadline, the deadline is pending. kayak misalnya udah begadang ngerjain tugas, besoknya si dosen absen.

tapi berhubung hari ini valentine, ya sudahlah..

eh? apa? valentine??
no no no! i don't celebrate valentine! not because i'm a muslim or i'm a kind of person who thinks that love should be celebrated every day (i even think we need a moment to celebrate our love in the middle of the rush hours) or my partner didn't give me lupis (as i requested) or sunflower.

i just think that the history behind the valentine's day is similar to hari kartini, hari pendidikan nasional, or hari pahlawan except the fact that valentine's history is silly and ridiculous. because i think it would be better to have currie's day or habibi's day. if it's all about love, then their stories touch my heart more than just about someone in jail who only wrote a letter before he died.. well, if i'm not mistaken.

i even didn't feel the euphoria. anyway, i ever celebrated it. when i was in junior high, with my girlfriends..

true story

i hate the way i feel people hate me. i hate the way people choose to reply the same message to the one that sent not from me. i hate the way people choose to sit in the seat where i don't sit on it. i hate the way people say hello or goodbye to a room but acting like i am not there. i hate the way people choose to look at someone beside me in a conversation. i hate the way people move from their spot after i come to same spot. i hate the way people choose the more uncomfortable place just because i am already in the comfortable place. i hate the way people give a feedback aggressively to a word, song, speech, attitude, anything that comes not from me. and mostly, i hate the way i look my self, the way i think, the way i speak, the way i feel.

based on true story. mine. welcome home, pathetic verda.