A Reflection Piece On My Coming Doom

The darkness spreads its deadly shrouds all across our fair land, burning the eyes of the people. There is a perpetual sense of uneasiness within their throats as the fumes of doom slowly gather inside the body, hindering the ability to acquire much needed air to survive. Coughing, chocking. It is prevalent wherever the defiled air can reached its tainted tendrils into.

And in the distant horizon, another evil awaits. The very utter of its name sends scholars of any age to scurry under the table and curl up into a sobering fetal-positioned ball.

Examinatus!

All these are the birth pains of the end. Run, flee! Do you not see the Omega is upon us?! Death is coming… and then there will be nothing.

Well, so much for sounding pretty much like one of those bums with the “End-of-The-World” cardboard signs out on the streets.

Stupid haze, stupid exams.
On the bright side, it is probably my last official examination as a student. And my nose is clogged up with god-knows-what-crap-they-burn-in-Indonesia to actually smell anything anymore. Eyes and throat isn’t holding up too well. Especially with the contacts on.

Anyway, just felt like crapping. Will post something of more significant interests next.

If the world doesn’t end, that is.

“Yes, but why is the rum gone?”