And my favorite part of the song…

You are my ocean waves, You are my thought each day

You are the laughter from childhood games

You are things further down, You are where i belong

You are the ache i feel in every song



Apparently an “average” person kisses for 2 weeks per year…

Guess some of us have to be outliers, right? Wonder what the confidence levels are 😛


And apparently some memories are still cherished..:)

Sometimes i wonder…

Sometimes i wonder why i am the one who is vulnerable to such small things? Why some people always take advantage of such little things in life!

We are all in the same situation as you, so please don’t be such an ass. Think twice before you decide to do whatever you are doing, cos sometimes, it really makes a difference to one’s life.

I really hope i hang in there till i have to…

High on Oscars, dinner conversations and taxi rides..

When i watched it, there was lots of hype about it. But not as much as after i watched it. Cos it started bagging award after award only after we watched it. And to sum up the movie in a few words is impossible. It is one of the most amazing movies i’ve watched. And no, I’m not biased because of A.R.Rahman, or because of darling lil Dev Patel. It’s just one of those movies that somehow make you just feel all amazed and awed.

And 8 Oscars it stole…and this time around, the Oscars were very tightly competed too…I mean the movies nominated were downright amazing ones….and Slumdog managed to grab 8! Woots i’m blown away!


And then, Hugh Jackman! Ahhh..sexiness personified! *droooooooooole*.


And A.R. Rahman – talent personified!! I love the man and his music. Best ever music director!!!


As you can see, I was hyper on the oscars in the morning…

And then a dinner date with 2 girls in lil India followed. Awesome food, nostalgic music, and haha..awesome awesome dinner conversations followed by a weird and confusing nevertheless enjoyable taxi ride just elevated the hype!!!

Ahhh.recess week should never end:P

Cos i love u ever so much…

When i got together with you, i knew that our relationship was not going to be a permanently long lasting one. I knew that few months down the line, you and i would have to go our separate ways.

And so i knew that i should never fall in love with you.

But you were just too amazing. Day by day, i just kept falling more and more in love with you.

The days spent with you were amazing, the nights even more so.And when i think of the way you held me in your arms and gave me a reason to smile, i find myself tearing now.

I should not have had so much fun with you, and fallen in love with you ever so much.

Because right now, the amount i miss you is just too much to even bear.

Oh, Budapest, I love you ever so much, and miss you tonnes! It’s not fair that you do this to me!:(

Weekend surprises:)

Hangovers, laziness, sleep, heat, frustration, plannings and attempts to study filled the weekend…

But the pleasant surprises were what made MY weekend…the rest has been forgotten…:)

Cos it is these little things in life that make it worth living;)

Thank-you loads ♥ !!!




The hardest part about growing up is making your own decisions. And thats the part i hate the most about growing up. Especially now that i’m faced with some of the toughest decisions ever!!

I wonder why its always easy for me to guide someone else in their decision making process, but never be able to make my own. Why i can always firmly tell my group mates the better choice, but why i can’t figure it out when it comes to something to do with just myself!

Even my MAPP counsellor told me that i should go into consultancy or counselling simply because i’m good at helping others and guiding them with their decisions and choices.

But right now, I’m depressed at having to make this choice.

Over the last few days, I decided:

  1. Not to move back into hall. Reasons ? Wel, i just read through the blogpost below a few times, and the decision was made easier.
  2. I’ve decided to wait longer to talk to him about it, and to find out whats bothering him the most. And then to persuade him.

And now I’m stuck with a life changing decision. I love them to bits, but at times, our thought patterns just don’t intersect. I’ve deviated from mine ALOT just to accommodate some of theirs, BUT, they refuse to even budge an inch from theirs. And now i really don’t know how to decide. I really want to do it, but they really don’t want me to! 😦


One phone call today, and i have been Rofling so much ever since!!!

I can’t for the confrontation tmrw:P

Sheares? Or RVR?

I can’t make up my mind if i should appeal to get back into hall. Supposedly there are some rooms available now, and if i email the respective authorities, i should be able to get in. Supposedly.

But do i want to? Well, if you had asked me this a couple of months ago, or just after the accom results came out, or even, just before i came back, i would have jumped at the opportunity. But now, I am hesitating for a variety of reasons.

Saved somewhere in my drafts is a half completed post on not living in Sheares anymore. I somehow couldn’t get myself to finish it and post it up. but now, i feel like re writing what i wanted to say in that post.

Initial reaction when i was not offered sheares was ofcourse anger, and hurt. But then, when you are on SEP, you never dwell on these things. After feeling all depressed about it for sometime, i just didn’t give any thought to it.

It was only when i came back to NUS, that i felt the real effect of not being in Sheares anymore. It was just like first year all over again, getting used to a new place, new people (ok, not really cos i don’t even know my neighbours!). But you get what i mean! It was weird taking the 96 instead of the 183, running into more Lankans then Shearites, having to look for food every meal of the day and just small little things like that, which made me wish i was back in Sheares again.

And then, there’s the IHG going on. Sometimes i just want to go down, and support the peeps out there. But it feels weird. Like i don’t belong there anymore. Like people will be whispering behind my back about “how i used to be in Sheares once, but couldn’t get back in again”. And so, i refrained from cheering on the orange dudes and dudettes.

And of course, there were, and still are, those people who ask me, “Where are you staying now? Sheares right?”, or those even more innocent questions “So, which room are you in now?” Of course, you know how much i hate replying to those questions cos the answer is just something i don’t like to mouth out.

And then there were those people who would ask me, with all the sarcasm they could gather, “So, what happened to that TeamSheares of yours?”, and all i could reply with was, “Erm they didn’t have any rooms, so i couldn’t get in”. And then they would, ever so “subtly” hint at how involved in Hall i was to have turned them down for many a things before. And i could not reply. Not a word. Yes, Nithiya has been speechless, however hard that maybe for some to believe!

And so, this slight resentment that i had felt towards hall when i first got rejected was just intensified over the first few weeks.

And then, i somehow got used to living in RVR. Hanging out more with the girls, and with others that I never got the opportunity to do when i was in Sheares. And the transition has been quite good, better than what i thought it would be.

Also the concept of second choice does not sound “Nithiya-ish”. I know it sounds childish, BUT i still would stick to my rule of either being first option or nothing at all (except under certain circumstances of course). Especially cos the last time i checked, me agreeing to be the second choice for something did not turn out to be good…actually no where close to that!

So despite all these concerns, should i still try to get back into hall?? I don’t know!!!

Because its all that matters…

I’m writing this post int he midst of doing my assignment which I am not even halfway through. And nope, this time around, its not procrastination that has made me pen down a few thoughts. It is rather the fact that i can’t concentrate properly cos the “issue” keeps me from doing so.

I have tried. No, i really have. And recently I gave up trying because i knew that if I couldn’t succeed over so many years, there has to be some meaning to it. And I know there is.

But all other things in between, things that seem to have influenced us in some way, seem to have a bigger bearing. When it is not supposed to be so. Past experiences are to teach. To learn. But you do not have to base all your future actions on that.

Because you should not be scared to take up this challenge. Because you know that you want to, but fear and guilt is just stopping you. Because you know that we deserve this chance. Because I know that we can make this work.

Because we still do. And thats all that matters.

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