A photo of grass!

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Sandra is overseas and Aletheia is MIAing forever

Do you miss us? Here are some air kisses. *******

We've been terribly busy, and it has been a few months since I last ate maltesers, which probably explains why this blog is no longer updated so often.

But it's alright, once we stop being so busy (about 3 years later) we'll come back and eat more maltesers and type more nonsense.

Don't be too sad, here are more air kisses: ********


WHEE :D

Reader #584267

Just so that Sicheng's melancholy post isn't up first to remind me of how our blog is so sad and lonely and abandoned and lost and cold and you get the idea.

I am Reader Number 584267. Salutations!

I have a thin but rather pleasant voice. I drink blood. I'm a trapper. I have millions of cousins.

Nevermind. Good-bye!

Dear readers

I used to like to think there's someone out there who actually reads our blabberings and useless thoughts, and would miss us when we are MIAing somewhere in the small city of Singapore.

But now, after being gone for 5 days, it is apparent that no one is missing us.

Dear readers, do you not miss us?

oil thingamajig!

You could shave your head completely bald and liberally pour whatever-bald-people-pour-on-their-head-to-make-them-look-shiny-it-reminds-me-of-oil to make it look shiny and hope it catches on.

Nah, that wouldn't happen (the catching on, that is). Hope someone as famous as Elvis Presley (?!) wears the same hairstyle so you could be fashionable, or hope you become famous as Elvis Presley so that the hairstyle would be fashionable, or hope that someone labels you as a trendsetter. Albeit a fail one. But that's not the point.

Or - there's always the easiest option - become a hermit and hide in your house forever and never venture out so you wouldn't have to worry about facing people with your hair. Or the lack of. Your wife can do the grocery shopping for you. You could cook in return. I hope that you can cook then.

Rainbow Wigs

Nothing like rainbow wigs to brighten the day.

What are wigs made of anyway? Well, why would you want to know?

Would you wear a wig? If you're balding and cannot afford treatment at Beijing 101, despite hinting at your wife that Beijing 101 vouchers would be a perfect birthday gift?

What would you do?

I wouldn't get a wig. I would rather shave my head. Wigs come alive at night. Beware.

This is just not working out

When you tear here, Maltesers no longer come out from the bag. Instead of reaching in to have delicious little maltesers roll into your palm, you grab air.

It's empty.

There's nothing anymore.

We need to venture into a new business. This is simply not working out.

We shall talk about hair instead--from November 6 onwards, maltesers-tear here will become a hair blog, where hair non-gurus discuss top trends, hair colours and keratin. (did I even spell that right)

knock knock

Were you expecting a knock-knock joke? I'm sorry, there will be no knock-knock joke.

I'm just knocking a bit of life into this almost defunct blog.

Almost.

As you can see, I'm injecting lots of paragraphing. I would like to fool you and say it's for Effect, but really, it's in the hopes of making this post look longer.

There, that paragraph above didn't look too bad. It's not that short.

I've run out of substantial content to type. What a lie. There's no substantial content. I've run out of nonsense to type.

Shall I leave you with a quote or something? Yes I shall. Nuggets of wisdom, as they say.

"A man begins cutting his wisdom teeth the first time he bites off more than he could chew." - Herb Caen

That was the first of the list of wisdom quotes. As far as they go, it's not too bad.