The Final Resting Place

Dry lands ...  Dry lands ... And more dry lands ...  Is all we can see now form here and everywhere ...

When water becomes a new gold and oil, everyone's biting everybody - feasting all fleshy things, eating up the pride, the vanity and the modern inventions whole ...  It's death to our modern day intensity, our dilemma atrocity, our thirsty war over oil, our deliverance towards evil errorist-ism campaign ...  The supervulcan-oes historical eruptions and the giant tidal tsunami waves still cannot erased the infecting outbreaks of zombies - the undead ...

This survival team are going nothing but nowhere, cannot find any safety shelter for almost 3 weeks and half of our team members are gone and lost ... Or turned ... 

Hope and faith's just like two little twin sisters blindfolded and tied up helplessly on the floor - crying shame on the ground waiting scarred, waiting to die but all we can get are more and more sufferings !

Doomed we are, it is already written long time ago on the good book or so whatever ...

Lighten up the cigarette, have fun and take your lasting nice deep breath...  This is definitely The End for us all ...

Tawau, March 14th 2011