The Hype

So i'll be with Melanie and Ain at the same camp. See, that shouldn't be too bad. I hope.

Seems like this whole National Service thing has started a hype on Facebook. Honestly, i cant wait.

Maybe it'd be a good thing that this is part of my 5-month change thing? I need to keep fit. Dancing and stretching everyday helps maintain my figure for this amount of time alone. Nothing more. It's nice to be told that i have 'perfect figure', 'not-flat chest', 'big bum', and 'curvy body'. Well, that's so physical. Haha!

[Aryna has a fetish with my presents. Hahahahaha!]

Anyway, today was amazing. And tiring.

Sometimes, murdering Aryna wouldn't be such a bad thing. I slept at 4.45 a.m. this morning and still managed to get my ass and the rest of me out of bed at 9.40 [something] a.m. I took my shower and got dressed wondering what time she'll come get me. The night before she asked me,

*Aryna in RED and I'm in GREEN*

do you want to teman me go school to certify my certs tomorrow then straight go to yamaha?
sure why not?
what time?
duhhh. sure haha
errr the yamaha is at 12
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around 10.30-11
the cert? aite aite

This conversation was between 10.26p.m and 10.27 p.m. Then she started talking bout this Zac Efron look-a-like from X-Factor UK.

Zain Malik

So anyway, I WOKE her up at 10.18 and she asked me whats going on. -.- I was laughing on the phone. Seriously? Then she said, 'ohshitfucki'llgetreadynow.hangonkay?i'llcallyoulater.' And she hung up. So i sat there on my couch, reading the papers. The condition of the world is getting worse by the day. Racism really gets on my nerves. Oh come on. Everyone has red blood right? So why fight about the Gods and the cultures and the religious crap? Everyone demands ali'l bit respect right? Is it SO HARD to give it and receive it? UGH. Anyway, i couldn't take anymore of that so i grabbed my novel and read away. I totally feel like my life will take a confusing turn like Tia Carpenters'. LOL.

So Aryna sped and picked me up. Thank god no freak-accidents today. Her driving was fine. But she was sleepy. We went to school. *Correction: EX-school* and tried to get the headmistress to certify the certs. But Aryna, being the genius she was, forgot to bring the original copies. Poor thing. She'll have to go back the day after. So, we walked out of school 4 minutes later. And we left for the Yamaha music center near Jusco. Well, Aryna had to choose between Symphony No.40, My Way, and a few other i friggin' forgot. I have a lot of embarrassing videos of her fooling around. Now i have something to (TRY) threaten her about. I feel on top of the world. :D

Well, we played for about an hour. And she recorded spontaneously my 'organ-cover' of Automatic by Tokio Hotel. *So proud. Shedding a tear now.* And then we picked her mum up. While listening to Achy Breaky Heart. We bought lunch. And we took it back to Aryna's house and ate. I played with her cats!!!! Cute kitties!! Ngawww. and i got clawed at, a li'l. Then i watched the 'cut' lesbian scene from Black Swan. Aryna insisted. I think Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis are amazing women. They can really act. After that less-than-5-minute-scene, we skipped to the ending, and watched Burlesque instead. Okay, i have an increasing rate of respect for Cher now.

BURLESQUE

CHER : Seriously, she is gorgeous. But her face looks Botox-ified.

CHRISTINA AGUILERA : my used-to-be idol who's become my idol once again.

Here's the surprise: When Aryna told me the guy who played James was acting in this movie, i almost couldn't believe it. His name? CAM GIGANDET.

[by the way, we have good taste]

this face as James from the oh-so-lousy movie; Twilight. He is a fatal attraction. Nyummy.

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All the way to this hottie:

JACK : Are you kidding me? I feel like pulling those down right now! Bwahahahaha!

I wish i could tell Aryna to stick to her Zain Malik from this *ahemridiculousoneweekcrushphaseahem* band, One Direction.

The only direction i'm going is anywhere AWAY from this band where Aryna cannot find me to talk about 'her boys'. :) Nights, loves.