On Tuesday, lunch was at Clementi. Jingkun took us to a duck rice stall and the amount of cucumbers at the bottom of the meat made the entire plate looked so big in proportion; nevertheless, everything tasted quite okay.
The greatest disappointment was seemed when George bid me goodbye once I got into the office. It was probably a good training for everyone to learn to appreciate him more upon his return, or perhaps, realise that the problems lay in themselves.
Alas, I learnt to ignore arrogant bitches in the afternoon.
Jingkun sent Desiree and I to Jurong East MRT station and I fainted on the bed soon despite telling myself not to take any nap in the evening.