Inclination of the heart.

I woke up to Syafiq's text, "You tak mai ka?". damn, what time is it? fck, it's 9. Took shower, and woke dills up. I put on my favourite yellow shirt and went out. I noticed that im a person who plays dumb to what people say, i.e:

situation 1-
Mom: So, bila lagi nak keluar dgn Akram?
Me: (plays dumb and eats)

situation2-
Dilla: Why are we even here again?
me: (plays dumb and continue watching people running (or flying, since their feets weren't touching the ground (oh yes im impressed (and damn i just wrote a bracket in a bracket in a bracket in a bracket, hell yeah.))))

situation 3-
Syafiq: Your bag is so big that it can fit you in it.
Me: (plays dumb and um, plays dumb.)

situation 4-
Yasmin: Aku still phobia ngan kereta kancil.
Me: Aku phobia keluar malam. (and then plays dumb)

situation 5-
Akram: Simpan ar.
Me: (Rolls eyes, and then plays dumb + cool + not mad)

situation 6-
Papie: Niii, apa dgn jiran sopan ar. Sopan ar? Letak dua.
Me: (Plays dumb and drinks boxed milk)

CONCLUSION.
I don't really care, but i care. Double dutch, figure it out yourself.

Dilla, my bitch, my pwn-some sister, she somehow god knows why agreed to go with me to SMKBJ's sports. I love her. So we did go, yasmin was there. Mati-matian aku igt dia pergi sekolah mnmba ilmu, haha. She and Nadia and her cousin duk duduk dgn selamba badaknya. Me and Dills was standing in the hot scorching sun wondering how the f can they run in the middle of the blazing sun la? Met people, yadayada. Takmau cerita. nnti rosak blogpost. Syafiq refused to show himself, lol. Then i got pissed for some musunderstandings and i wont mention here (sensei kata tak baik if you do before a competition, pantang larang ar konon.) and the went out. Me and Dills walked all the way- first, to sg. nibong's bus stop, then to bj- to get a rapid to go to Queensbay to treat myself a good movie. And yeah, we did go to Qbay. Shopaholic was playing at six. We didn't want to wait, so me and Dills checked out shoes. Kesan kat qbay banyak, and damn my heart was aching, and so was my abdomen. Seriously, imma kill sensei tomorrow because of the fitness training on Wednesday. Went home and gave myself a good cry, called out Ree and talked to her. Everyone except me agreed that he's being a dick. I didn't because i knew him, he does weird things for a reason. But damn, everyone convienced me that i couldn't help myself to be a pessimist that time.

Evening at home, I gave papie the borang Pentaksiran Berasaskan Sekolah (PBS) Pendidikan Islam PMR 2009. Parents are supposed to give marks to their kids on how they are, and here's what papie gave me:
4 - cemerlang
3 - kepujian
2 - pencapaian

1.0 Adab dalam kehidupan harian
1.1 Menghormati jiran = 3
1.2 Menjaga diri dan maruah = 3

2.0 Adab dalam kehidupan sosial
2.1 Sikap berkawan = 4
2.2 Bekerja = 3

3.0 Adab dalam menunaikan ibadat
3.1 Sikap terhadap Al-Quran = 4
3.2 Sikap di masjid/surau = 4
3.3 Sikap ketika solat = 3

4.0 Adab terhadap ibu bapa
4.1 Sikap terhadap ibu bapa = 4
4.2 Sikap terhadap keluarga = 4
4.3 Berbakti kepada ibu bapa = 4

Overall marks, 36.
My overall comments, not as bad as i expected. but apa abahhh! what did i do to deserve a 3 for bekerja, i am good kot. I finish my work on time, except for that ONE maths homework kot. And the jiran part, no comment. seriously.