Coffee, Tea and Oreo Cookies Drink

I have been going home late from work for the past one week except for Friday. I never know how the sun looks like because when I came out of the house to work, it was still dark and when I went home, it had become dark too. Hmm.. now to think of it, I seem to work as a Vampire Slayer, not Moulder of the Nation a.k.a The Potter (the person who does the pottery, not the the Boy Who Lives).

Having enough of I-don't-have-life conversation in my head and deciding to tan my pallid self, I wanted to 'chao' early on Friday (at 1235) but as usual, because I am The Potter and the rest of my neighbours are The Potters too, we only left 2 hours later.

So here we were, The Four Potters, trudging our way at Orchard Road at 1445. One of us, LaneigeQueen, was marvelling at the fact that there were so many people at such a particular time.

"Aiyah, LaneigeQueen. All these people are so boh liao. Not like us," I tried to justify the situation.

"Hmm.." was LaneigeQueen's answer because besides being the Queen of Laneige, she is also one of the numeric intellects. So I guess she was breaking down my answers into several reasonable formulae.

Soon LaneigeQueen had to leave because it was her son's birthday (Happy Birthday, LaneigePrince!). And that leaves I, PinkMonkie (my on-and-off nemesis; refer to previous entry) and P.H.Y.S.I.C.S (People.Has.Yet.Seen.Individualism.Create.Siaoness).

After walking around (this was supposed to release our stress but now we create another stress; our backbones and feet!), we decided to sit down at Project Shop Cafe when there was a heavy downpour which hindered us from going home.

Coffee. Tea. And Oreo Cookies drink. Just the drinks to wind us down.

"Maybe we should do this again next week."

"Okay, but must be before fasting."

"Which day are we free?"

"Hmm.. Monday? After the papers?"

"Cannot! SEM meeting remember?"

"Tuesday?"

"Aiyah.. I have course lah."

"Wednesday?"

"I thought we have.."

And the conversation between The Three Potters continued, without finality, because the job of A Potter never ends, even when the day ends.

*twenty28eight is currently trying to muster up enough determination and zeal to start on her SEM report, birthday cards and her notes for her seminar on quadratic functions*