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install a beak in the heart that clucks time in arabic

Another semester of slacking off has come to an end. Final exams are upon us again. It’s been a year since the Virginia Tech massacre. In four months, it’ll have been two years since I left Skudai. In seven months it’ll have been nineteen years since I was born.

How time flies.

Sooner or later this will all be over. We’ll graduate. We’ll head out into the real world. We’ll prostrate ourselves to capitalism, big business and the power of the almighty Ringgit.

We’ll get stuck in traffic on the way to and from work. Be “real” men and women, finally, with “real” responsibilities. Have to settle myriad bills and payments and debts. Worry about next month’s expenses. And the next month’s. And the next next month’s.

We’ll get married. Have kids. Grow old and grey and fat with our respective partners. See our kids get married. See little bits of oursevles in them.

We’ll see our kids have kids of their own. Balance grandchildren on our laps. And, if we’re lucky, see our grandchildren get married. And see them have kids of their own.

And, in the end (if I may borrow something from Kerouac), I will die, and you will die, and we will all die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

What then?

The end, that’s what.

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