Food for thought

Here's something that I ran into a few days ago.

Mamee Monster noodle snack.
Mmm mmm snackalicious!

I figured since I've been practically drowning the page with words, inciting dyslexia induced panic attacks and knocking out a record number of readers with nothing but pure boredom and a god given ability to keep talking for hours without saying anything at all (In my defense, I'd like to state that this blog has been long-listed for a Nobel Literature prize as a cure for chronic and acute insomnia) .

Instead of feeding my inner narcissist with lengthy paragraphs of why I'm awesome, how I'm awesome, why you should constantly view, rate, comment and follow this blog and why Mamee Monster snacks make an amazing topping for laksa (Don't just take my word for it, TRY IT. And you know what, when you do, take a picture of your laksa feast and blog about it. I dare you. It's really not as bad as it sounds), I'll just leave you with a short (Okay, comparatively short) post.

It means: Police everywhere, justice nowhere.

It's nice to know we're not alone in this world.

POstScript:

This is what Laksa looks like btw. I decided to use an eeny weeny picture for all the hungry hungry people reading my blog. Like they say, there hast no fury like a hungry man scorned...or something like that. Aren't I considerate?