Licensed to Kill

Its been 8 days since i've had a decent night's sleep. Totally worn out. I guess we've (azie and i) had a total of 14 hours of sleep excluding last night in 7 days. Hyposomnia at its best.

As of 14th June 2006, i'm licensed to kill and a bum, a very proud one that too.
Exams are over, soon my folks will be here and then its graduation day.
Time to say good bye.

Seems like everyone's more excited than me, had a whole battalion calling me Dr.Viroshini, suddenly the world came crashing...NO!!! hold your horses, not yet...actually- "i'm a bum who is licensed to kill"

In a month's time i'll be back in Malaysia, and soon Moscow will just be a 'distant past'.
I guess it all boils down to-> sense of belonging. Sadly, i've lost my sense of belonging in Malaysia. Maybe it has something to do with the duration i've been away or maybe the age at which i left the country. Maybe its just familiarity. All of which revolves around the most subtle dimension-time.

What do you get when you throw 9 seriously unfit trigger happy medical students onto a mock battle field equipped with guns?-Paintball!!! and lotsa casualties.
Had one of those never ending days yesterday. Finals-Paintball-Farewell Do. All of which require prior organization and TIME (lots of it).
The paper on its own was demanding, then came the running around for our convocation, after which we went paintballing and the guys at the hostel had organized one of those last-minute -parties which meant we HAD to be there. Left the house at 0700hrs and walked in at 0200hrs.

*stretch*

There was no way we could cancel paintball,coz the deposite had been paid and we promised ourselves that we'd do it the very day we become bums.
Unwind and celebrate our status->paintball.Nice.Only if you aren't sleep deprived, hungry and mentally exhausted.
Have enough bruises to convince 1-800-teledera...the major give away might be the shape and location of my bruises. There's one on my gluteus-thank you ashish.You Stooopid Facker!

Anyways the party was kinda like 'Revenge of the Nerds'.
We saw US, the US 6 years ago.While we were partying they were studying. The party was their way of saying, see...we know how to party too.
For the first time in my life i felt like a NERD. Everyone was dancing and drinking, basically just letting off some steam.
There i was, with a drink and a smile, underdressed and tired.Thankfully, i wasn't the only one feeling that way. Something tells me its the age.
Nevertheless, i had a fantastic time.

Well...growing old is mandatory but growing up's optional, and yet...

In a nutshell, i'm single, eligible, available and LICENSED to KILL...

p/s: forgot to mention-overworked, unpaid...and lack sleep.