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My number tag for tomorrow's Campus Run .

There's a seemingly palpable shadow of transcendence looming pass , threatening to consume one and all . But the question one should ask is , what exactly is the limit , or is there any limit ?. We all know that the sky is not the limit . So why bother ? . But sometimes , it's exhausting . But we'll have a choice . Don't we ? . Now , God bless the lost .


It was not a good morning to begin with . Signs from the sky reached the ignorant . So things took a plunge . This Tuesday , did defy certain expectations , much to the displeasure of the ignorant .


Accounts of the semi-demented soul ( or simply distressed )


I left my house at approximately 6.45 am . My growling stomach succumbed to my own temptations . I had that insatiable craving for an early Macdonalds . Travelled down the road to the nearest Macdonalds - which happened to be at Bukit Panjang Plaza . I was simply walking into a deserted shopping mall . Made "smiley" connections with the security guards and to my dissatisfaction , the Macdonalds was closed . So I decided to wait till 7 am .


The clouds got jealous and so , they started to punish me by sending in an avalanche of torrential rain . My heart was pumping madly . I was feeling damn fucked up ( to be honest ) . Soon after , I was the 2nd customer to order my meal . Holding on to the plastic as closely as possible , I decided to run to the bus interchange to board my bus . As it was raining hippos and giraffe ( too much more intensed then that usual cats and dogs ) , I got drenched . I simply adhered to the heavenly punishment . I was soaking wet .


The aircon in the bus shook me out of my skin . I was stripped of all humanly existence . My temperature must've fallen - this I bet . With trembling hands , I decided to feast on my golden-brown Hashbrown . The warmth was simply a blessing . After sneezing continuously for like 8 times , I dwelled into a melodious realm as I got ear-plugged . I was tuning in well to Darren Hayes' Insatiable and soon knocked off . Woke up when a friend tapped my shoulder . Upon reaching the bus stop , I was contemplating on whether I should make 800m ( or more ) dash to school , withstanding the heavenly punishment of course . But Vicky ( MI ) came to my aid . We shared a umbrella and talked about a lot of stuff - ranging from studies to school food to Principal .


It was a cruel day . I was a walking corpse . I was swimming in and out of my own train of thoughts . But the funny thing was , I don't exactly know what I thought of - till now . Had a disastrous Economics lesson . The lesson , as usual was filled with laughter but I was not in the mood to appreciate laughter . I slept my life away , woke up occasionally to give answers . I spent my breaks , admiring the rain . I was plugging in into melodious songs . I played Insatiable for like 7 times and after that , chilled with Daniel Bedingfield's If you are not the one , A1's like a rose , Usher Feat Alicia Keys' My boo and my all-time favourite Nelly and Kelly Rowland's Dilemma . Beautiful ! . While walking to the Maths' class , I saw her .


She was not as cheery . I presumed that something must be wrong . And so , I asked her . She told me something that I wished I never hear . Soon , tears poured out of her eyes . I ruddy-well saw myself in her . I was initially too taken aback to react instantaneously . Knowing that words will not help , I gave her a hug . Her shoulders were gently trembling and I felt terribly bad . I mean , obviously I would never want to see anyone crying infront of me . Her cheeks turned red and her eyes were the embodiment of nothing but pain . I was still hugging her as she was crying , occasionally patting her on her head . I saw her leave with a tear-streaked face . Dearest buddy , I hope you are alright . A special dedication to you .


What is this thing called Love
This funny thing called Love
Just who can solve it's mystery
Why should it make a fool of me


I saw you there one wonderful day
You took my heart and threw it away


That's why I asked the Lord in heaven about
What is this thing called Love
This funny thing called Love


Now this is how complicated it can get . But a piece of advice , don't worry . Things will go right soon . Place your trust in God , seek comfort in the arms of your loved ones . These measures will healed you in no time . Till then , Dearest Sunshine , I miss your smile , your highly contagious energy level and lastly , the old you . Get back in time . My best wishes , but if you do need a listening hear or a shoulder to cry onto , I am there for you , my buddy .


I was tuning into a couple more songs before the end of my final break and slipped into a melancholy mood . Did I tell you'll . I'm demented , deranged and unwise . I mean , I'm hanging by a thread now . The clock is taking my life away . I'm losing myself bit by bit as the seconds zoom pass me . The pressure was accumulating as the day passed by . I couldn't take it this time . I broke into tears . I so wanted to be left alone . My friends understood it and left me along . I took a long long route to my class . To my surprise , I saw Mrs Meya there .


I was so embrassed that I tried to turn into the opposite direction . She called out to me and her booming voice echoed clearly . Without choice , I walked towards her and she went like " looks like someone's not in a good mood . So dear , tell me what happened ? " . No words could explain the way I was feeling and so , I looked down with tears pouring out of my eyes . Mrs Meya hugged me and I felt really really good . I mean , for that instant , all those troubles reduced in size . After that , she held onto my hand and cheek and went like " Cry all you want now , I think you need an outlet to vent out all your frustrations . Do it . After that , get back to work . I know you will " and she gave me a firmed look .


If there is a blessing in school ( other than my loved ones ) , I would really point out Mrs Meya . I was never this close to a teacher since Secondary School . I was more like a daughter to one such teacher back in secondary school but I thought that gone were the days . But look , God showed me Mrs Meya . I want to make this Teacher's day a special one for both of them . I can't wait to go back to Swiss Cottage . This time , it is going to be very very special .


Time is running out and I really cannot control it . I'm really fed up . I've been withstanding a fluctuation of emotions . I've been so terribly angry and so terribly down . Mood swings , just like the pendulum does . Why this relationship ?. Maybe , I am not that strong afterall . People say I am strong , but look , I'm dying . Or is this just a test ?. But there's one thing that is certain , something that doesn't kill us makes us stronger . But like what Mrs Meya said , I need an outlet to vent out my frustrations . I really do . I'm really thinking of joining kick boxing or playing badminton for hours or ... something , anything !


Anyways , I'll be running the 21.1 km this year too . Wish me all the best peeps .


So can someone generously sprinkle bits of energy into the air ? . I am dire need of them . I need to keep my engine running . I have to .


Jesus , I belong to you .

Oh yes , I forgot to do this just now when I blogged .


HAPPY ONAM TO ALL MY MALAYALEE FRIENDS .


I celebrated ONAM today when it's falling on Monday . Well , most of us cannot celebrate on a Monday . So yeah .

Subjugation at it's optimum I believe . But heck , can we all believe in being subservient ?. If they throw lemons and orange at you , what would you do ?. If it's you and I , we would simply die . We would disappear into the dark abyss . But it's not an undeviating curse . Or is it ?. We should all learn to catch them and make juice out of them .


Simply said , bloody beings , stop dwelling into the past . There are quite an array of opportunities unfolding right before you . So what should we do , grap them before your enemy does .



I had a wonderful talk with Mrs Meya on the 21st of August . Oh man . She's so intelligent ! . Anyways , my lovely mentor told me that I've changed alot - since 2005 . She told me that she's very very proud of me . She told me that she's proud of the fact that I'm doing well in my studies . Oh man , she really made my day .


We spoke for like hours . She told me that I'm a very matured person but it's just that I'm hiding that matured person inside me and put on a "hehehe" mask . She told me that she didn't know that I can think that maturedly . Haha . Compliments . She told me that I can go far .


Soon , I opened up to her and I told her that I am suffering from intellectual arrogance . She told me that it's good that I've identified my problem and she gave me solutions to overcome them . She even told me that I should relax on my "perfectionist" tendencies .


Oh yes , there's something that she also told me . There was once , she asked me why I wanted to work hard and so , I gave her my reasons . She told me this " Vithiya darling , we people , always tend to give alot to others and yet forget to give ourselves something . Do you know what that is ? " . I gave her a blank look and she went like " It's love " . I was quite taken back by her comment . She told me that I have a firm ground but it's just that I don't appreciate my own hardwork . She also told me that I should love myself and that I should compliment myself for my hardwork .


She so reminded me of Morrie Schwartz . Me , being in Mitch Albom's shoes of course . And co-incidentally , we spoke on a Tuesday too . Hehe . Now , I've got to write my own " Tuesdays with Meya " .


Talking about Morrie Schwartz , I read up on his talk on marriage . If you want your marriage to last , please abide by these rules .


1) Respect the other person


2) Learn how to compromise


3) Talk Openly


4) Have a common set of values in life


Your values must be alike and the biggest one of those values is *** Your belief in the importance of your marriage ***


Love each other or perish . So short yet so succint . Marriage and love is not always about sex . It's beyond that . True love is certainly all about feelings that bind one to the other . Maybe , we can test out our partners . Marry someone when you know that they will be there for you when you are at the lowest point in your life . When you can no longer eat solid food but depend on the liquidfied food that your partner prepares for you , when your partner loves you for who you are , when your partner whispers sweet stuff to you knowing you are deaf , when your partner embraces you and showers you with love even though he/she is in pain . Loving is not a process to differ when things change . It's habitual . So nothing should stop when things change .Such partners are hard to find . But God have planned a life for us . He knows who is meant for us . Even if it takes time , just wait . " Do not awaken love till the appropriate time comes " .



Oh wells . Something quite heartwarming happened recently . This year one guy came up to me went like " Hi . Are you Vithiya " . I said yes and he went like " Oh , I heard alot about you . So is that true " . This time , I was in doubts . I was like " Erm .. so what is that " . He went like " My teacher told me that repeats can be dangerous . They come back strong and my teacher mentioned you . So , I wanna ask you , what keeps you going ? Weren't you afraid of losing out again ? " . I told him something that I took off from a movie . So this is how it goes . " Dude , there may be many reasons for a person's failure but there is only one reason for a person's success and that is : hardwork . Believe in yourself . You reap what you sow . So sow more " . That dude gave me a smile and said " Ok . Anyway , I didn't know that you were this matured cos I've always seen you doing your monkeyish stuff " . Haha . I know that was embarassing . HAHA.


Now , I'm at loss . Must I really show out my matured side ?. Even Aminah told me that she couldn't believe that I could think maturedly . Ahhhh ... . But then again , if i were to be matured , I wouldn't have fun . I mean , I would stop cracking jokes and all . Hehe . Nevermind , I shall be the way I am now . I want to spread happiness . Happiness is a contagious disease . Lets spread happiness and make people happy . I mean , what's the point of not being happy . Nobody have ensured us another lifetime . So we must live life to the fullest now . We ourselves cannot promise us a new tomorrow . The sword of damocles is always hanging over our heads . We'll need a Morrie Schwartz . Thank God , I've got a replica of him . Mrs Meya , I love you and I'll never disappoint you . This I promise .


Last but not least , does anyone have the "conversation with God " and " five people you meet in heaven " book ? . I want to read it .




That's me and Pravin . We were trying to act "beng" . Anyways , Pravin removed 3 buttons and his chest hair was pretty obvious . HAHA . It was freaking funny to see that much of chest hair on an individual . Oh God ! .

Anyways , as promised , I've uploaded the remaining A division pictures . I'll be back tomorrow to blog . I've got an array of interesting stuff to share . Till then , hang in there . You people should know that my lack of entries are a solid testament to my busy schedule . Well , don't complain , I'm trying . Meanwhile , do graciously check out the pictures . Anyways , we had a testimonial match following by a floorball party . The new committee have stepped in . I shall bid farewell to my post as a secretary and as the former captain for the 2006 season . Adioz .



Me with Uma and Felicia ( MI trackers ) . I love them to bits . Believe it or not , we love to run together . But , thanks to my screwed up knee , I always blow up my chances . Both of them came down to watch our testimonial match . They immediately ran to me after the end of the match and went like "OMG !! Is your knee ok !! I thought that it was cracking up ! " . Sweets . They always support me man . Will you guys believe it , Felicia even came down to watch me act during NYJC Puyal 06 ! . I'll miss them . Badly !

Vithiya 'Vitz'

11 Jan 1987

Undergrad (Psychology)

Manchester United

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