Saturday was practically wasted, spending da whole day at a saloon somwhere at Siglap. Da whole thing goes like that, da agency has got this affliated saloon that is supposed to cut our hair without charging us. So the class im supposed to attend is replaced with da haircut session. Hence, i reached Siglap at 2 pm. Waiting anxiously for ma turn. Im being asked to be given a sweet image but it doesnt suit ma style so i retaliated. Da hairstylist later suggested to either snip ma hair short or gonna perm it and i went for the latter. Reason being, da decision was much supported ba Jo and Don. Haha... At 5, ma hair was cut like 'ah wang' in this HK serials and Jo was laughing at me after i sent a mms over.
Did some straightening for the front and colour. Been years since i have asian black hair and it feels weird. It was already 9 then. Don came over right after work and Darren too.

Met up with babe, Jo and Issac and Co at Ricciotti. It's an Italian restaurant at upper circular road. Jo was strongly recommending it since eons and we finally had a taste of da great deserts last night. I have no intention to end da night early but it seems like Don was having a thorn in her heart that needs some healing. We decided to leave in order not to ruin everyone's mood. Ma mood wasnt at da peak either, for i have been da middle man without realisation.