Rain drops that restricts one .


Well , the following is a wonderful piece of Paul Coelho's work . Credits to his " The Witch of Portobello " . I find this really amazing . Read it up my fellow readers .



" I watched, as if I were a spectator of my own life, as my heart struggled vainly not to allow itself to be seduced by a woman who didn't belong to my world. I applauded when reason lost
the battle, and all I could do was surrender and accept that I was in love . I'm finally coming to accept that I was only a temporary inhabitant , there as a favour , like someone who finds himself in a beautiful mansion, eating exquisite food , aware that this is only a party , that the mansion belongs to someone else , that the food was brought by someone else , and that the time will come when the lights will go out , the owners will go to bed , the servants will return to their quarters , the door will close , and we'll be out in the street again , waiting for a taxi or a bus to restore us to the mediocrity of our everyday lives . "


Quite significant eh ? . Having been through the turmoil of the everyday life , one has to succumb to its pressure at the end of the day . A gradual stop to every colours that you see along the way . Ain't it ? . Surprisingly , not everyone of us have the experience and knowledge to establish a good footing at the dead end - almost every other normal day . So now , the question is , are you that prepared ? . Haha . A food for thought .


Woah anyway , it has been raining since morning . Argh ! . I woke up to a groggy morning - all thanks to my friends for calling me out at 1 am for some night thrill . Nah , stop imagining readers . I went out for a night cycling with my friends . It was a total bliss . I felt the cool wind pushing me against the flow of my dearest bike . At the particular moment , I can't help but marvel at the luxury of my very own liberty . I felt like as though I owned Singapore - all by myself . I saw a few nightriders along the way too . I recognised 4 of them . Haha . They were on the verge to race when they saw me . I stayed back to see them race too . Finally , I reached home at around 5 40 am . After washing up , I headed straight to my bed . The aircon was at full blast and I was shivering . Even my blanket couldn't provide that warmth that I needed . Sad .


I woke up at around 1130 am - all thanks to my dad . My mom went to Malaysia for some ICAC temple touring thingy . So my dad sensing that he was alone , decided to do some housework . So he woke me and my brother up . Gosh . I've been feeling groggy ever since .


At 3 pm , I sat right infront of TV set with my eyes glued at the screen . They were showing my favourite - " Kandukondain Kandukondain " - a film based on Jane Austen's " Sense and Sensibility " - of course with a contemporary Indian touch to it . I was extremely delighted . Wooo . I blasted the volume when my favourite song came . The song is also titled as " Kandukondain Kandukondain " . I love the scene , the music , the lyrics , the singers , the concept .. and most of all , I love Abbas . Yummy . Hehe . I just wish that he's not that plump . Hehe . Do check it out !






I like the following lyrics from the song " Kandukondain Kandukondain " and another lyrics from " Enna sollae pohkirai " .


Naathiyin thaedal kaadaisiyil kaadal kaanbathu ; uyirin thaedal kaadaisiyil unnai kaanbathu .




santhana thendralai jaenaalkal thaandithaal , neeyaama .. neeyaama ?
Kaathalin kaelviku kaankalin baathil enna mounaama .. mounaama ?


Anbe enthan kaathal sollae , nodi ondru poothumae , aathai naanum maaibikae thaanae oru aayul vaendumae .


On a final note : " Enna solla Pohkirai ? " .


The songs are like damn nice la . Wee . Haha .


Common Test's starting next week and so it the RDG competition . Gosh .


Good night :)))

Vithiya 'Vitz'

11 Jan 1987

Undergrad (Psychology)

Manchester United

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