Inflated Self-Love

Fresh from the oven! Been baking the newest artwork, made for and by myself :3

First of all, I'd like to congratulate my own self for not going to join UAS of Physics this semester (as a remedial of the calculation from 1st and 2nd Mid-Term test before). Yeeeha! Am feeling so grateful of accepting this miracle. Thank you for answering my prayer ya Allah, I'm so blessed O:)

Instead of denying hustle and bustle which are heard from my tummy (grievously hungry), I concluded to do design again after a hundred years can't touch my own Photoshop's world! I love having quality time with myself while sketching, editing, and also designing some artworks to be produced. And yet I realize that I've never been making any scrap of mine, I'm just busy creating some scrapbooks which will dedicate to my closest friends when their birthdays arrive. And I'm so a-hundred-percent happy of finishing the result! The concept I've designed is truly reflecting the horizon of my own fairytale with those animals and flowers spread around the Merry-Go-Round, how cute :3

Talking about loving yourself, I'm yearning to be loved by my own self. Sometimes, those egoistical things for not thinking the real condition of your soul and body had been decreasing the connection between what you've believed and you haven't. Thinking that how somebody can be so mean of directly becoming that cruel to me. I'm tired of being betrayed by someone whom I finally trust. I'm tired of being dishonorably discharged by someone whom I finally believe. I'm tired of being the second option by someone whom I finally depend on. But blah, who the hell cares? Being mocked doesn't mean I'm accepting everything you've done to me, I against but do not want to recall and also respond. I'm done defending your territory.

I'm sorry if I'm so busy growing up Pak, Bu. I do miss you a lot, I can't be separated in a long time with you both.

But I'm not alone, there are still two people who never hurt me since I was born to this world: my parents, Bapak and Ibu. I'm the witness of every love they have given to me. I don't have to wait someone to give me loves and fill me up, because Bapak and Ibu are always supplying those materials to me every time I need. No one else can do, no one. The dependable reason of studying here in Bandung is just going to fight for the happiness of my parents that I'll give to them after graduating from this institute and getting an appropriate job to be declared as the best finish line of my parents ever did to their children which is started from this year. Ya Allah beri saya kesempatan untuk membahagiakan kedua orangtua saya, amin.

Happy 18th birthday to my super alter ego, Irviani! May your new age will bring you a high of joyfulness to your whole life ({})

Talking about birthday, one of my closest fellas has celebrated her 18th birthday today! To cherish her special day, I've made a birthday scrap with pastel tribal pattern as the background to her. Hope you like my design, Vi. For the present, you might have to wait me to come when 21st of December arrives!

I've spoken too much on my blog lately, and to close this posting I want to say: good night everyone!