...the time has come

This day. This last day on something called: week day. Work day. Weak day.

In my new little-oval table. More simple, in some way. I decorate it with some ribbon from a parcel pack. Fool but cool. Whatever… Maybe, tomorrow, I’ll get some random alphabetical letter. Or a Christmas tree. 

Little bit crazy, uh?

But I love my desk, anyway.

A holy Friday.

The day that remind me on: don’t come late on Friday. Or you just make your partner in artistic come late to his girlfriend just to wait your text.

Hei, we’re on welcoming to 17th august and ied Mubarak. Then I’ve to remember all the coffee order. I almost forget about the copy for a program. Fortunately, I can make it quickly but great, I think.

Not funny, is it?

And I love my desk, anyway.

And I love this day.

A fanta. A great artwork for mouse pad, a cover magazine, an ads for citra pariwara. A great words on desktop wallpaper. Some random bee-nest flower.

Childish? Of course, i'm the youngest. They know it.

So, I love my desk, anyway.

Anyway,

I think I’m not so great. Not enough.

But…

The time has come.

That time will come.


*saya baru menyadari lucunya meja ini pas mau pulang. untuk meja kecil saya yang dihias sama temen art director waktu abis rebutan isi parcel dan siap-siap makan siang. e, apa? makan siang? upsss... ;) ;)