I hate this. Freakin’ hate this part right here.
I know it’s just an address everyone would have, consist of some cheesy wheesy characters and .com everyone have since internet came into the picture, but of which have been my very first key to get in touch with the world on the net for years. And I’m not talking 2 years years, I meant 7 blardy years! And I lost it, totally lost it. Because I took the password length for granted and that is why, I got locked out.
Oh well, maybe it’s a sign I should move on to a new one. Done my rant.
You can get them branded or your childhood past-time favourite
You can get them in all kinds of screaming fancy plastic packaging you can find and feel
You can get them lined up on the shelves in hypermarkets, 24/7 convenience stores, sundry shops;
But if you can’t find them anywhere else,
You can bet that wherever the eggs will be, there’s always instant noodles.
And one thing’s for sure,
They always let you know that they’re readily available.
Copy-pasted from my facebook notes. I’d actually like the fact that this sounded like what would describe a naive, amateurish poet who couldn’t think of anything better and shallow to write about and yet I think the otherwise. 🙂