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I was hoping that by having 2 posts in one day, it would work.



Well, is it working? You can thank me later. :)

3 bunnies done :D

oh. I forgot (well, it was somewhere in the recesses of my mind) about the year ending. hmm.

Sometimes, I get plagued by bouts of inadequacy.
Then, the bouts of inadequacy are attacked by plagues of inadequacy.
Usually, I stop thinking here.

I'm not a newyearresolution-yaynewme! kind of person ><

I liked that song!

Isn't life fun? 8D

Well it's been four days

But you can't expect anything from us, we've been through too much emotional distress lately with thoughts of 2010 leaving clouding our minds.

It's leaving.

IT IS NEVER COMING BACK.

OMG D:

When you're gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you...

I went to church today

A man (highly respected, of course) was launching into this amazing speech but the microphone was not working in favour of him and there were some technical problems.

then this little boy behind us was like "Mummy why does he talk with pok-pok-pok sound?"

So cute! :D

We give too much damns.

Yay, deal!
(that post was written *specifically* to be deleted, though. But ohwell. I shall not argue. Because it's Christmas! Though friendly-non-hurting-arguments can be fun, sometimes.)

On that note,

May everyone reading this have a merry, happy, tappy Christmas! And may everyone not reading this have a even merrier, happier, tappier Christmas, because you need it more than us, without the benefit of a delightful brown and red malteser-blog.

(There. This picture is cute. Hem.)

A great day at Botanic gardens

We should stop tolerating this deleting post nonsense. Sometimes we make mistakes and choose not-cute dalmatians but that's not enough a reason to erase a post and sweep the mistake under the rug.

(my english = fails)

No, we should be proud of our mistakes and proud that we DARED to have mistakes and learn from it (such as, from now on only cute dalmatians are allowed; ones that don't actually have spots around its nose, thus making its nose a splatter of black)

We are no longer having posts being deleted. Now have a great day at Botanic Gardens. I only dare to post photos taken by myself in case someone bangs on the door about copyright issues and plagarism.

PS Just kidding about the dalmation :D

101 Dalmatians

I have no reason to post a post, other than the Urge To Not Let This Blog Die.

And here, I shall insert a picture, the ultimate space-taker.


There you go, a dalmatian puppy. Because puppies are almost always cuter than their adult versions.

When I think of something substantial I shall make another post. Meanwhile, I shall contemplate deleting this post, until someone else deletes it for me or tells me the dalmatian photo is cute enough for it to stay.

Wheeee she's back! (100th post, too)

Why, hello.


Sometimes, I think I think too much too! But then I realize that me thinking that I think too much is clearly a sign of thinking too much, and then I tell myself to stop. (Though we should. Think about thinking, that is. Habits of mind! But thinking about thinking about thinking?)


Ohoh I used to do puzzles too. And am now reproducing bunnies. Only two so far, though. And one's a fierce bad one, and the good one's sad.


I deleted it because I wasn't even remotely happy at it. As in, it sounded murky and a tad self-absorbed. And too long.


I don't want to think about Chinese Os.

Ribbons and newspapers

image by Ornamelle

Most of me thinks: Pretty! <3

A part of me thinks: Instead of reading our newspapers and recycling them, we now can read them, gift-wrap with them over and over again - providing one does not rip the wrapping paper when opening a present - until the said newspaper travels all over the world successfully. Then it can be labeled as World Traveler or something, and be sold for a incredibly large sum of money. And it would be framed and hung by the crazy collector who paid for it. Oh wait, but then there would be many of such newspapers, causing the price for them to drop. But I suppose it would be rare for newspaper to survive for so long, so that’s okay then. And those ‘failed’ World Travelers could be recycled. But then there would be people who’d try to pass off old crinkly newspapers as genuine World Travelers. And then there would be these experts, who would claim to be able to discern its genuineness. (Is that the correct term?) But more often than not, they would probably be in cahoots with the fakers. Then collectors would demand a proper certification for such experts, which means a special division in historian schools or something set up. And the rest of the world, minus the collectors and the experts and the people who manage to sell these prized newspapers, would wonder what has the world become to these days. Unless they get hold of one of those said newspapers and manage to sell them, and then they’d start praising this industry.

Another part of me thinks: I should stop thinking too much.

SUGAR RUSH

I wasn't going to post because too much activity in malteser tear here results in inactivity over the next 100 years.

Anyway what happened to Aletheia's post! She did vaguely type something about deleting it but I see no reason for her to delete it! :O

I guess in life sometimes when people want to be happy they originally have this goal to work towards, thinking that when they reach it they shall be happy!

But then after they reach their goal, they become greedy and want something better, and every time they get it they want something more and in the end they wasted their lives thinking about the thing which would make them happy rather than enjoying any process.
Or they would be happy for a while, but then we move on to seek other forms of happiness because rarely does one thing allow us to stay happy for a long period of time.

Well, maybe love does but I wouldn't know about that :(

Right now baking life shall make me happy for 20 minutes.

the return of the sandrasaidso

Maltesers tear here is fully alive! Of sorts.

[Aside: I declare blogging on Maltesers tear here a very distracting(-one-from-one's-Chinese-tuition-homework-when-one-was-on-a-roll-as-can-be-seen-by-one-completing-six-questions-in-a-row-which-is-practically-unheard-of) activity. And I also declare that the previous sentence's odd sentence structure is purely intentional. You're supposed to read all the hyphenated words, pause and then go back and read it as '... distracting activity'.]

[Then, if/when you are still confused, dismiss it as one of sandrasaidso's brain farts.]

And ThinkOrange, I am impressed! The puzzle seems to be shaping up nicely. When I was slightly younger, I remember (warning: nostalgic moment) my aunt tried to get us to do Something Useful To Occupy Our Time during the holidays. Which meant pages with workshops for children and such torn off from the newspaper; visits to some jigsaw puzzle shop (which, thinking back, must have been amazing, but I can't seem to remember where we've been to) which did leave us with a 300 piece puzzle (because, as ThinkOrange so rightly pointed out, adults seem to think 1000 piece puzzles will never be completed, which I supposed would be true for our rather youngish selves back then) but I only did the interesting i.e. easy bits but the whole family did manage to finish it eventually; and a cross-stitching exercise which resulted in a bookmark, the only cross-stitched product I did.

(Good luck going through the previous paragraph. Isn't this one comparatively nice and short?)

I think I shall end off with an abrupt ending. Bye.

[Edit: I decided that after the much dreaded Chinese O levels next year, I shall celebrate by buying a jigsaw puzzle from that lovely shop and complete it. Just because I can. And also because it's fun.]

It's been three days

And now we have a photo-of-the-threeday (you know like photo of a day, photo of a week, aha.)

THIS IS A 1000 PIECE PUZZLE WHICH MY PARENTS DID NOT ALLOW ME TO BUY THINKING THAT IT WILL TAKE FOREVER TO PIECE WITH OUR LACK OF SKILLS BUT SICHENG MADE IT THERE...(alone). Nevertheless, it's something worth applauding, yes?

More pictures?

A malteser! Don't tear it, though.

(I was thinking of putting up another picture, actually. But it was sicheng taking a photo of herself, and hence of a rather questionable nature. hmm.. sandrasaidso?)

With the return of Aletheia, light shines upon maltesers-tear here again

Let's love life!

-No title-

Hey check this out I can post images

Duffy! (beggingyouformercy)

Dear sweet and red-brown thing,

Shall I offer my sincerest apologies for the abrupt leave of absence (however inevitable it was), to express my deepest regrets for leaving your surfaces unadorned and bare for such a prolonged period (though there was a post - it's just gone now), to ask your pardon for abandoning you in the depths of the shambolic, tangled nets of the web (but I doubt your sentience)?

Your sincerely, un-sarcastically, and a tad amusedly, (really)

aletheia.

:D

It's sad

That blogs cannot be closed. they can only slowly gather internet dust (which are colourless and sparkle in the sun), the measly few blog posts left to take up insignificant space in the big internet world, no one notices them, people who brushes past the blog checks the date, realizes it is an abandoned blog, and leaves.

I READ THIS BOOK (spent practically the whole day and got a couple of headaches throughout but I made it through alive whee) named ONE HUNDRED YEARS OF SOLITUDE.

Wow imagine a 100 years of solitude! It's a rather cool book, with the end going like this: races condemned to 100 years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth.

Right now I might not be able to quote it directly from memory (still need a little help from resources) but when I do, I'll become one of those silent and brooding but full of intelligence people whose silence speaks volumes and words that are uttered are rich with knowledge and even more intelligence.

Yeah man.