Merry Christmas to one and all . May the blessing of Christmas illuminate your life with the love of God , peace and joy and lead you on the path to good health and prosperity . Have a blessed Christmas .


Our heavenly Father , please bless all the souls who need your healing . Let them feel your touch , let them feel you , let them hear you and in time , they will know that you exist . You died for our sins ; Holy Father please bless each and every individual to ride onto the path of virtue , embrace the fuits of their labour and in short , learn to love and respect others . God is love and everything about life encompasses on this certain traits - caring , showing concern and loving every individual .


Christmas this year is going to be quite different . The tables have turned and the only consolation I have to offer to those deranged souls is " change is the only thing that's constant in ones life " . You either embrace the change or perish under its influence . The simple thing we call " Manipulation " . Sometimes , geniuses believe in the sanctity of manipulation - manipulation of the holy truth as the intelligent minds call it .


Yesterday ( oh shall I say call it this morning ? ) I spoke to Kristin till 430 am . We had a very fruitful conversation . We shared a lot of stuff - the kind of stuff that we share with our close ones . There was this point in time when she went like " tak jaadi laaa " and I ended up laughing like as though I was possessed by a hyena . Towards the end , I had to reiterate my stand to establish that very own firm footing . Well , maybe it's not too good to teeter onto the brink of silence at times . We had to force ourselves to hang up at 430 am . Well the eve of Christmas , much shopping and wrapping up of the Christmas presents . Hehe .


Ok . Finally I should agree that I attained the highest order of illumination . Yes . It finally dawn upon me . Those shrouded clouds paved the way for the sun to set it . Like we all used to say " There's always day after night " . If you people had observed , the day is much longer than the night . Even so , we people - the nocturnal homosapiens have learn to adhere to the nightlife and make it into an intoxicating one . So do we have imbeciles as our forefathers ? . Now I beg to differ .


I can't wait for school to re-open . A levels . My final year and my biggest opportunity . A "make it" or "break it" year . I don't wish to make empty promises and go "woo-ha-yaya-papaya-yaya-baba" over it . Well , I guess we have to stick to this phrase " self praise is an international insult " . So let's ensure our results show it . Worth it . Right ? .


On a hilarious note , Kristin is seriously a ku-ku . Read the snippet below and you'll know why

Vitz : Dei , will your grandma be coming over to your crib tomorrow ?
Kris : She's already here . Why la ?
Vitz : 'Cos my mom will be bringing my grandma over to your crib . All the oldies are going to settle down into a good conversation digging up on those ancient times .
Kris : But my grandma is in coma
Gayatri Devi : Haha . WHAT ?!
Vitz : Dei , but I thought you just told me that she was in your house
Kris : Hmm yes . But she's in coma . She cannot remember . But she can walk and talk but she can't think
Vitz : She can WALK AND TALK ??!! Dei that means she's not in coma laa !
Kris : Oh , she's like a vegetable . A walking vegetable
Vitz : Oh my God ! Dei walking vegetable does not literally means she's like a vegetable that can walk but it means she'll be entirely bed-ridden like you know , her brain's inactive ?
Kris : Oh .. but she cannot think la
Vitz : Maybe her system's on the switched-off mode ?
Gayatri Devi : Maybe dei


Haha . Gosh . She's a real blur cock . Haha .


Anyways , on a final note ;


Look , I will kiss as many guys as possible because I believe in the theory that eventually one of the frogs would turn into a prince .


Ya-da-da-da .

Vithiya 'Vitz'

11 Jan 1987

Undergrad (Psychology)

Manchester United

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