some memories won't fade away.

bakoel koffie. malam minggu.

jika saja

kamu sesimpel 1+1=2

maka aku tidak perlu susah-susah

mencari kalkulator

atau menemukan formula

untuk membuat kamu

lebih mudah untuk ku cerna

imaginary ordinary.

i am me.

in all the world, there is no one else exactly like me.

everything that comes out of me is authentically mine -- because i alone chose it.

i own everything about me. my body, my feelings, my voice, my actions.

i own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears.

i own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.

because i own all of me, i can become acquainted with me.

by so doing, i can love me and be friendly with all my parts.

i know there are aspect about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that i do not know.

but as long as i am friendly and loving to myself, i can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzled and ways to find out more about me.

however i look and sound, whatever i say and do, and whatever i think and feel at given moment in time, is authentically me.

if later some parts of how i looked, sounded, thought and felt turn out to be unfitting, keep the rest and invent something new for that which i discarded.

i can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do.

i have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me.

i own me, and therefore, i can engineer me.

i am me.

and i am Okay.

e.g.o.

Dia adalah seorang yang sederhana.
Dan seperti orang sederhana lainnya, ia mencoba menjaga egonya.
Ego yang mampu membuatnya hidup dan tertawa. 

Ego yang pernah nyaris membunuhnya.

Membunuhku juga.

Dan karena ego itu pula, aku jatuh cinta.