Innovative titles.

People, please come up with more innovative titles. The titles are so boring. HAHA. Okok.

I thought MOF1 will blog about our day (and so I can just write something like "refer to MOF1's post for that matter") but she didn't, so I have to blog about our semi-fufilling day.

Due to imperfect information, I wasn't involved in as meaningful a voluntary work as I thought it would be. It was nevertheless a pretty good experience. I mean, it was my first time handling such kids. I don't exactly know what are the physical/intellectual disabilities they have, but they were very rowdy kids. Like really can't stop moving for one moment even. MOF1 was almost totally helpless--I could see the look of disgust on her face. LOL. Don't deny, MOF1. I know lor.

Then I accompanied MOF1 to Novena, where she went for an almost successful interview which lasted slightly more than an hour. We then realised that we were both broke and poor and penniless and experiencing relative poverty (trying my best to think of cheem words but you know I don't usually try to do such things so pardon the awkward expressions) and we sat down to think of a way to make money. Then MOF1 realised that she hasn't eaten a KFC chicken for ages so she went to eat one.

Okay, I am sick of Little Nonya because I don't like Jeanette Aw. ._. Can't wait for survivor though.

MOF2 signs off, wishing that her life has a bit more meaning.