Wisdom.

 By three methods may we learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is the noblest; Second, by imitation, which is the easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.  

Confucius (551 BC - 479 BC) Chinese Philosopher

Thanks for the memories.

I’ve been waiting for Tigo to evolve into a tiger or sumtin.

But it seems like this lil guy has stopped growing. I started to have this one hell of a suspicion that he actually originated from Neverland, the land where Peter Pan came from. That’s why Tigo isn’t getting any bigger, unlike his older brother which according to me, would strike you with admiration upon seeing the size of its girth (exaggeration much).

One thing about Tigo’s brother is that he’s been taken care of by my neighbour, who gave us Tigo when he was much littler than he is now. And he’d always came running into our house every time he heard the sound of our cats’ meal bowls being hit on the floor. Lepas tu gaduh dengan Johny, minta makanan Tigo. 

And my cats, are the most generous cats in all the realms that exist. That is, of course, according to me. I really think the most generous cat of all em generous cats in all the realms that exist was our old Mikey Simon. The theory is that it was Mikey who taught Lil Johny who in turn taught Tigo to never be stingy, to share and to avoid fights with the others. Old Mikey used to have this one best friend whose name was Tiger Blacky, our former neighbour who had moved out to another house. They used to always share their meals together but Mikey being all generous and kind and bersopan-santun, had always given Tiger Blacky the most share. And when Mikey was sick, old Blacky would come every day, paying visits every now and then, asking “Hey awak boleh main dengan kita tak hari ni?” and Mikey would answer “Tak boleh la Blacky, saya masih tidak sihat” and Blacky would then understand and lay down beside Mikey to accompany him. Their relationship moved me. It’s like seeing scenes in one of those movies with talking cats that go on numerous adventures together until one of them moved into another country.

And when old Tiger Blacky moved out, Mikey was pretty much gloomy. You can tell that he was gloomy. Mum said he missed Blacky and we all agreed. The other cats were much of a bully and he didn’t like to fight. Or should I say he lacked courage? He was a peaceful cat, wagged his tail almost all the time. My parents said if animals wag their tails, it means they’re happy. Mikey had an extremely cute girlfriend, but he never got her pregnant, which was mind-boggling. And Tigo is actually old Mikey’s girlfriend’s son. Some strayed black cat made her pregnant. I wonder what it would be like if Mikey had had any kitten. It would be extremely wonderful.

Because the last time we heard of old Blacky, he had become a father and Daniel, the kid who owns him sounded thrilled. And there we were, saddened by fact that Mikey was dead and gone, buried on what used to be Daniel’s family’s orchard.

He was the best pet cat ever. The cleverest. Once taught that all excretion business must be done nowhere else other than in the toilet, he quickly understood. Tak pernah kumbah tong sampah hence tak pernah kena ketuk kepala mahupun dijentik telinga. He liked to sleep beside me, sometimes on my tummy. And I’m really glad whenever I think of how he used to always wag his tail, telling us that he was happy spending his life with us.

And he was sangat bersopan, he waited for me to come back from MIAT before leaving for heaven.

He didn’t even want to look at my face when I was talking to him whilst crying, broken-hearted by the way he refused to eat anything and the way his body was trembling, could barely stand on his four legs on  the night before he went away. I guess my tears broke his heart too.

It was because of him that I now, am not afraid of dead cats and sick cats covered in mud and cats with scabs on their ears and cats’ saliva and cats’ poo and cats’ bite. It was because of him that I am now not afraid of burying stiff dead cats anymore.

Actually I didn’t mean to write about my cats.

I wanted to write about my pathetic self and my equally pathetic life. I will, Insha Allah, be moving into another house too, soon. My Arabic lessons will start sooooooon and I can’t wait!!!!!!!!!

Tapi sebenarnya, for the past couple of months, I’ve forgotten how badly I actually wanted to go to Zaytuna. 

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Mikey Simon.

My sister and I decided to name him Mikey Simon because we enjoyed watching Kappa Mikey on TV9 back then. He was very small, and buncit, very beautiful, found near the playground by my younger brother. One day old Mikey got lost and didn’t come home for days. We thought we lost him but by fate, this Daniel kid found old Mikey playing alone in a deserted house not far from our place. He called out “Mikey!” and our cat answered. Mum said Mikey went running into our house the moment Daniel put him on the ground.

And that was the moment we knew he belonged with us.

The Best Pet Cat Ever. Thanks for the memories.

At war with self.

I'm tired of feeling like a loser every day. I need somebody to pull me out of bed.

The problem is, everybody goes to work very early in the morning and there's nobody to distract me. Or at least stand between me and the bed. Or make me want to stay awake.





I couldn't even wake up for Fajr.

I am so angry with myself now I want to cuss at this very moment but I.MUST.NOT.CUSS. I want to write how I feel but I don't know how to express it here now I'm angrier than just now.

That was an example of a battle one had with oneself. A person might appear all normal and okay on the outside, typing and scrolling but you never know what happens on the inside.

There's an endless brutal war going on on the inside.


I must write more. But maybe somehow I am a true loser. So this is where my post ends.

Kepingin.

Aku ada lebih enam puluh ratus perkara yang nak dicoretkan kat sini tapi otak aku kering, tersangkut-sangkut, terputus-putus ayat yang aku cuba nak karang. Aku dah tulis tapi bila baca rasa macam nak lempang muka sendiri guna bantal. Sebab ayat yang aku karang ada baur-baur poyo yang mencekik. Tunggu sehari dua lagi aku kasi edit baek punya.

Baek punye~

Sepatutnya sekarang ni memang dah kena tidur sebab esok insha Allah akan berlaku peristiwa yang bakal mengubah hidup aku. Selalunya bila tulis aku tak rasa ada orang akan baca, aku tulis sebab sebenarnya aku kepingin nak borak ngan manusia so dari situ sebab kempunan tak dapat borak maka selalulah aku cakap sorang-sorang. Cakap dalam otak. Atau cakap dalam hati. Cakap ikut mana pun Tuhan dengar ye dok?

Sebenarnya lagi, bila aku rasa kepingin nak borak ngan manusia, mengadu, aku rasa bersalah. Rasa bersalah sebab aku pilih orang over Tuhan. Sebab tu orang selalu cakap aku pendiam, tak banyak cakap. Bila orang cerita masalah, aku dengar, sekali-sekali "em," sini, "em," sana. Aku jarang gak nak cerita kat orang sebab bila aku bayangkan aku cerita masalah aku kat orang, selalu aku nampak dahi orang tu berkerut, mata bagi pandangan menghina sikit, dalam hati cakap "ek eleh, macam parah sangat,". Lagi satu aku ni pulak jenis cakap sangkut-sangkut, tak smooth bak kata orang putih. Tak semua keluar. Memang dari kecik masuk pertandingan bercerita pun tergagap-gagap. Boleh kata aku ni manusia yang tak reti nak bercakap jugak lah. Tu sebab aku suka berdiam diri. Orang kata aku dingin, ala-ala misteri-misteri macam lagu B2ST tu. Misteri mangkuk mu lah. Aku pemalu terlebih. Bukan sombong ke goth ke bajet hebat ke, cuma malu je.

Bila mengadu kat Tuhan, rasa lega dia macam hebat sikit. Macam bila lepas lari marathon 30 kilometer, sampai-sampai terus gogok air 100 Plus sebotol besar, rasa "haaaaaaaahhh~" dia up sikit kalau nak dibandingkan dengan minum air sirap secawan. Silap-silap boleh sambung lari lagi sampai Singapore. Macam tu lah; manusia ni macam air sirap je, bila minum dahaga pun tak hilang, silap-silap boleh dapat kencing manis. Buat apa minum sirap kalau dah ada air isotonik yang bergaya en? en? en?

Sebab Tuhan kenal kau dalam luar. Tak payah cakap pun Dia tahu. Tak payah susah-susah nak susun ayat, tersangkut-sangkut. Sujud. Mintak tolong. Yakin. Serah diri.

Tapi ni barang susah. Nak beserah diri tu barang susah. Tak percaya? Tunggu masa hang tiba nanti.

Kalau boleh memang aku tak nak mintak apa-apa tapi nak buat macam mana.
Ingat aku suka ke nak menyusahkan mak bapak?
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(Pastu aku copy, paste kat Google Translate;)

hahahaha

Sedih baq ang.

Got an email from Zaytuna College, asking for the second payment. Apparently they think I am good enough to get enrolled in such rigorous program!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've been accepted!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They like my essay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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And I replied,

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Sedih baq ang.
Perjalanan masih jauh.
But I am very much proud of the application essay I wrote them. I hope I can do an even way better one next year.

mariperangperang.

Aisyah had made a new Tumblelog, apparently her third tumblr account so far. She admitted finally that being impulsive sometimes isn't good after all.

The same old url.

Quotes.

Two of the hardest tests in life: The patience to wait for the right moment and the courage to accept that you’ve waited for nothing.

Adam was the first man, and the first prophet. He was chosen by God. In Arabic, the name Adam is made from the letters alif, dal and mim, which represent man standing, bowing and prostrating. When man prostrates to his God it is the only time that his heart is above his head. Within the name of the first man, God has left a secret of how to live.

Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

- G.K. Chesterton.

I want to see, real, and in the hours of my own living days, that glory I create as an illusion. I want it real. I want to know that there is someone, somewhere, who wants it, too. Or else what is the use of seeing it, and working and burning oneself for an impossible vision? A spirit too, needs fuel. It can run dry.

- Ayn Rand.

It’s not dying that you need to be afraid of, it’s never having lived in the first place.

-Britt Reid.

Our forefarthers died for the pursuit of happiness! Not the “sit-around-and-wait” of happiness!

Also, if you win, you want to be able to strike a heroic pose without worrying if you have broccoli in your teeth, or you want to make the prettiest corpse possible if things go badly. 

– How To Slay A Dragon – A Knight’s Perspective.

We’re not droplets in the ocean. We’re the ocean.

- MUSE

You don’t know what goes in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life.

–Jay Asher.

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.

-Plato.

To be nobody but yourself in a world that’s doing its best to make you somebody else, is to fight the hardesT battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting.

- E.E. Cummings.

I do not know how I may appear to the world, but to myself, I seem to have been only a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
– Sir Isaac Newton.

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

– Oscar Wilde

Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.

– C.S Lewis.

Heartbreak is an odd kind of pain because you are not dying.  You are not even sick. You’re perfectly fine, yet you hurt so much that you can’t even breathe. You can’t sleep and you can’t stop tears from falling. You may eat too much. You may not eat at all. Non-smokers light up. Non-drinkers find a bar. A broken heart is one the world’s greatest equalizer because it can turn even the sweetest angel into a freaking devil.

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sail. Explore. Dream. Discover.

– Mark Twain.

I feel like changing the url.

God Bless My Mum.

Tiba-tiba rasa sebak sebab nak jalan jauh. Mungkin sebab lama tak jalan jauh. Pastu rasa sebak lagi tadi marah Nurin sebab dia degil. Sekarang rasa macam nak pegi peluk dia pulak. Tadi tengok dalam beg yang bawa pergi balik kampung kemarin ada Nani punya compact powder menyebabkan rasa sedih sebab terbayangkan Nani kat sekolah tak dapat nak melawa semua pasal kakak dia. Rasa sebak lagi sebab mama dah turunkan plastik hitam kat atas almari tu sebab aku takut labah-labah yang mana dengan itu dah jumpa semua sijil-sijil zaman sekolah dulu, beserta semua buku-buku physics, chemistry and all yang aku ingat mama dah jual sebab mama sendiri cakap dia dah jual tapi sebenarnya ada kat atas almari so apa benda yang mama jual hari tu? -_______-"

Haih. Bila dah sebak-sebak tak pasal macam ni, mestilah rasa nak cakap "I Love You EVERYONE and I'm sorry" sebab hakikatnya memang selalu sayang semua orang cuma kadang-kadang tak perasan.

Sedihnya :(((

Not Now.

Well I guess life is in fact a matter of choice. You choose whether to be good or bad. You choose whether to be nice or mean. You choose to be a writer or an engineer. You choose to eat or to starve. You choose to pray Asar first before goin out to play football or the other way round. But you can’t choose to be a girl or a boy or in what month you would want to be born and die and some  other stuff though.

“Tuhan dah takdirkan aku jadi jahat, habis aku nak buat macam mana?” - ya heard that line before? I have. It kinda made me wanted to pull the hair of that person who said it.

And what about fate? Personally, I believe that some are meant to be and some can be changed. The ones that are meant to be are of course the one that you can’t choose like the stuff said above. And fate can be changed - yep, you guessed it; by the means of prayers. If you reallyreallyreallyreally want something just ask God for it, and be patient. Keep asking because God loves to hear your voice. But always remember, God knows best. He might grant all that you ask, at once or little by little within a period of time. He might grant some, just a number of things from all that you pray for. Or He might not grant anything at all, because He has something better for you.

Just be patient and don’t lose it. It works. Been there, done that.

So there’s really no use in being all bitter and angry with anything or anyone. Like what I wrote in the previous post, about the people who messed with your life and all, it’s not like they knew they were actually messing with your life, did they? It’s not like they knew that they came at a critical time of your life. Be kind. Maybe they too have been having a tough time, you never know. I know it’s hard to be kind. I’m struggling. Why did God allow them to come into your life, nobody would ever really know why. Entah la my life still doesn’t make sense.

I think fate works with choice but I dunno how to explain it from my point of view. I tried but it sounded funny.

All in all, benda-benda macam ni perlu ilmu which I seriously lack. Stuff that I write isn’t meant to try to teach anyone. And why did I write it here is because it’s my blog and I can write whatever the hell I want to. Hehe. I didn’t read anything prior and like I said, I’m no scholar. I don’t picture myself writing for any fancy website or magazine and whatnot, imagining that people would read and live their lives by it. I’m not trying to teach anybody here, these are just some of my sentiments. Don’t get too emotional. Ra ra crap.

God has a master plan 

And I guess, I am in His demand

- Blink-182, Not Now.

Headache.

Predestination noun the theory or the belief that everything that happens has been decided or planned in advance by God or by fate and that humans cannot change it.

Predestined adj. ~ (to do sth) (formal) already decided or planned by God or by fate.

Fate. Like when I opened the dictionary in order to find the meaning of “Premonition” but stumbled upon those two words that had my brows furrowed. And my fingers typing. Fate. You know what fate is.

But if you’re too lazy to improve; born poor die poor, born stupid die stupid, is that fate?

I mean, if we take it like, “Ah, God has decided that I’m gonna be weak at trigonometry so.. you know.. “

You know...

What I understand about life is, it’s gonna be kind to you if you just, like what they say, go with the flow. But wait until you think, “Hey, I want to change this. I wanna do it my way. Gotta set off to create my own destiny,” that is when it’s gonna be hard on you.

And that is when you’re gonna go all “LIFE IS UNFAIR!” and maybe followed by no less than a dozen of complementary cuss words because cuss words are the basis of an angry speech. So that people know that you are angry. Penambah perisa, pelengkap sajian.

Like, you started off with a very good intention, but you ended up in this shithole. Shithole - that’s the word I prefer. Because you didn’t plan to fall and get hurt but you fell and got hurt. The thing about unplanned things are they just happen if they want to happen and there’s nothing you can do about it. They drive you crazy.

I guess that’s fate. Nasty fate.

Compare this life to the journey or the adventure of a canyoneer. He climbs and jumps across mountains and canyons all his life triumphantly without failing, like a big fuckin hard hero, always doing things on his own. Little did he know that one day he’s gonna fall into a deep crack in the Earth’s surface with the most notorious boulder trapping his arm which made him stuck in that canyon for five days with insufficient food and water supply. Nobody was there to help him. He was all alone.

Life is pretty much unpredictable. It makes you insane.

Yea, it’s the movie 127 Hours and I’ve been thinking about the whole point since the first time I saw it, back in March when I didn’t really know James Franco. But when I found out all about the stuff he did and how gorgeous he really is, I watched the movie another two times. The last time was just now. My mum got really nervous when Aron cut his arm.

 OK.

Then there’s another thing that goes along with fate; Choice. Every day we make choices from what time you wanna wake up to what time you wanna hit the sack back. And all your choices will bring about the appropriate effect on you, also on the people around you. For instance if you choose to not take a shower, then you’re gonna smell and the people about you might even pretend that they don’t know you, even if they’re your family. So we choose. We choose this instead of that and a series of events follow as a result. Is that considered fate? I mean, had we chosen a different path, would that means we changed our fate?

No. Because everything is predestined. If Allah wants it to happen then all the king's horses and all the king's men, including all the jinn and any creature at all can't stop it from happening. 

All these choices that you make in life, all the "The Road Not Taken” thingy, is there such thing as a wrong choice? How can you make a wrong choice if you’re destined for it? And the people who came into your life, who seemed to only have messed with only that one part of your life when in truth they actually have messed with your entire life, why did God allow them to come into your life when life was all fine back in those days when you didn’t even know them at all?

It makes the least sense in the world.

Hidup akan tekan kau sampai kau melutut, terduduk. Life’s gonna push you down on your knee and make you scream for it to stop and leave you alone. You’re gonna start to think then why must all that happen to you because you’re a good person but the answer is not just gonna appear out of thin air. Some people have to deal with that thing that weighs down on them for years. Some survived. Some ended up in the asylum, some ended up dead – because they gave up. And the most torturing is the thing that you can’t actually tell anybody about because it’s impossible that they’d understand. And that’s why the belief in God is so important for us humans.

Patience. You don’t get mad when your sister keeps drinking that water you kept chilled in the refrigerator without asking your permission beforehand – you’re patient. You don’t get angry when you have to wash your mattress every time your cat pee on it – you’re very patient. Wait until you have to deal with something else that’s gonna strain every muscle in your brain. Wait until those stupid thoughts starts screaming in your head, depriving you from sleep. Wait until you feel like banging your head with a brick. It gets very tricky.

Patience. It’s something hard. But if you want to get out of this mess alive, patience isn’t an option. It’s the only choice you have. Like when Aron had to cut this one urat in his arm, the most excruciating part of the story but he cut it anyway because if he was too scared to deal with the pain of cutting it and stop, he would’ve died. Sebab tangan dia dah terbarai.

Even writing this makes me depressed.

Nobody plans to fall, nobody plans to be broken and nobody plans to get hurt. My intentions were good, I know they were.

The thing about life is, you have to always talk to God and ask Him why does he put you in such circumstances. But you can’t see God, you can’t hear Him and that is the beauty of it. You read it right - that’s the beauty of it. You may think God doesn’t care about you and that you’re gonna lose your mind, you’re jaded, you just want to blow your head up, kill yourself and die, leave it all, leave this mean little world but you decided not to – that’s the beauty of it.

I don’t know why did He put me in the situation that I had never ever imagined I would fall into and He alone knows my greatest weakness. But I know He didn’t do it “for fun”.

Sabar. Pahala sabar paling besar.

I mean, everybody is going to have to “amputate their arm” at one point in their lives. And that is when you know that your life will never be the same again. Just don’t give up. Cuz the last thing you want to do is to give up. And don’t be angry. You say you’re tired but God knows you’re not yet that tired.

In the end, you would want to stand on the highest peak and be able to say,

“I’m all weary and beaten-up, but I’m still standing,”

And strike that pose, you strike that pose, even if with minus an arm.

I’m gonna strike that pose. We are all gonna strike that pose. Insha Allah. God is Ar-Rahman, Ar-Rahim. You betcha.

Hormon.

I lose temper so easily lately. Being cliche, I blame it on the hormones even though I was the one who had full control of myself. Perkara kecil kadang-kadang nampak besar, semuanya salah PMS. Oleh itu, tercetuslah tulisan-tulisan kasar dan muka pun jadi garang. Sebenarnya takda apa pun, cuma rasa macam kena tulis dalam sini dengan harapan ada orang akan baca sebab orang selalunya akan terasa walaupun kita bukannya cakap atau tulis pasal mereka. So, itu bukan pasal sesiapa pun sebenarnya, those tulisan-tulisan kasar. Again, jangan salah faham, nanti bergaduh. Bukan pasal sesiapa dan sesiapa pun tak patut terasa. Semua orang baik.

Err, Aisyah kurang sikit :P

A-la-hai.

Rasa macam menyesal la pulak pegi delete tumblr ishk. Tapi alahai... takde tapi tapi , memang menyesal pun. Alahaaaaii....

Nak start yang baru, no man, am toooo lazy. Tapi tapi.. Alahaaaaaaiii....

Alahai alahai

Apeeee pun tak boleh!

(Terasa cool sebab quote Jambu kat atas nu)



Kiri duri, kanan pun berduri.
haha.
Chudnofsky.

Flash that winning smile!

I just love him too much already. Terlajak perahu boleh undur, terlajak suka dah nak buat macam mana kan? kan? Haaaaaaaa.

There are a lot of sayings about how a smile can change a life or how a smile brightens your day and stuff. Well, it has never been truer with the one of Franco's. He has the most gorgeous smile and I can't help but to smile every time I come across one of his smiling photos.

I literally thank God for him. 

It's a beautiful life, ain't it? :)

I'mma blog til I rot.

Tolongla jgn stop tulis blog. Klaka nau.

- Ayuni Zi.

Thanks Yuni. Aku baru je rasa cam nak letupkan blog ni semalam. And um, aku takde kredit nak reply.. teehee.

Lemon Puffs.

Breakfast:

Lemon Puffs

Morning tea:

Tea with Lemon Puffs

Lunch:

Lemon Puffs

Evening tea:

Tea with ... Lemon Puffs

Dinner:

'em friggin Lemon Puffs

Supper:

LEMON PUFFS.

Tomorrow's menu:

Lemon Puffs.

Forever's menu:

Lemon effin Puffs.

(Aisyah puts herself in her cats' place)

Johnny, Tigo, I'll buy you some real fish so you guys can eat 'em with rice.
Just hold on for one more day.

So he's not just a pretty face.

From 2006 to 2008, James Franco took 62 credit-hours per quarter at UCLA, three times the normal limit. During this time, he was on set filming Spiderman 3, Pineapple Express and Milk. He earned a GPA of 3.5. What's your excuse? 

"I don't even like to sleep - I feel as if there's too much to do"

He's an American actor, film director, screenwriter, film producer, author, painter, performance artist and a student. And you are a student and you don't even like to study. Can you imagine how this guy is capable of doing all that? He went to school and he still had time to do various art projects and performances and finished up a book! I've never thought a guy who writes could look this good. The 33-year-old actor is currently pursuing both a Ph.D in English at Yale University and a degree in digital media through the Rhode Island School of Design. Franco already holds degrees from UCLA, New York University, Brooklyn College and Columbia University and has taught at Columbia College.  Not just that, he will enroll in his second Ph.D course next year too! He's amazing, isn't he?


People like James Franco, you don't hear every day of. He's one of the rarest cases and I don't think I'm exaggerating. He took a Private Pilot Licence in preparation for the movie Flyboys and he's super talented in math, he interned in Lockheed Martin!! To work in Lockheed Martin was my TEENAGE DREAM now you know why I screamed like a barking mad lunatic that night.


To him, being in bed is like admitting failure, he'd pass out when he physically cannot stay awake another moment. Yes he'd just sleep on the couch. Franco has been described as having "an unusually high metabolism for productivity...a superhuman ability to focus". This guy is a super-multitasker and me here, I sleep for like 12 hours a day and get easily irritated with books that need constant dictionary reference now what a shame awwgghhhh.


I just feel like now is a perfect time to be inspired by a man like him. Just when I thought I'd lost hope in modern humanity, this guy turned up and made my mouth gaped in awe, like literally. But what it's like really for him I would never know, I mean, how he feels, what made him want to occupy his time with this multitudes of works and heaps of books and all, what's going on in that mind, what is really going on deep down inside him. Well maybe he has always been like that, maybe it's in his nature. But I think doing stuff in true Franco fashion is a bloody good way to take your mind off things.


And I found one of his quote;

I just think about people who say, "He's 30 years old and he's in college - how hard's that?" Well I'm taking more classes than you ever took so fuck you.

that made me go all "hell yeah!" haha.


Now I've started doing stuff Franco style. Been more productive than ever so far and it's something to be proud of, I believe. 


I wanted to write like a kind of an excellent biography of James Franco but a feat like that needs a good deal of intense research so nahh. People who wants to read about Franco opt for Wikipedia anyways haha.

And oh, he likes cats!! Big turn-on! There was this one time when he was interviewed by his own brother, Dave Franco who asked him some questions from the internet, a question from which he had to choose one out of two things been said and one of it was meant for him to choose one out of his two cats and he was like "Aww man. I can't answer that. I can't answer that. It's my kids!" Alololoo James <3

Freaking Franco.

So he's not just a pretty face. He's super-creative, crazy-smart, super-handsome with a superhuman ability to focus. I am so inspired now I want to study math right away hahaha adios.

Woman, a ray of God.

She, whose beautiful face could enslave a man,

she, whose haughtiness makes your heart tremble,

how will you cope when she falls trembling in front of you?

She from whose disdain your heart and soul bleed,

what will you do when she starts begging you?

God has arranged it.

How can they escape what has been made beautiful [Koran 40:64].

Because the Divine created her

that he might take comfort in her, [Koran 2:187]

how can Adam be separated from Eve?

Though he be a hero like Rustam or Hamza,

he is really the captive of his old lady.

The Prophet, Sal Allahu 'alayhi wa salam,

to whose words the whole world surrendered,

used to cry to Aisha: "Speak to me my darling redhead!"

Water may extinguish a fire,

unless you put it in a cauldron,

but the cauldron allows fire to dominate the water

and turn it to steam.

If outwardly you dominate your wife,

inwardly you are dominated,

seeking her love.

The Prophet Sal Allahu 'alayhi wa salam,

said, "Woman prevails over the wise man,

while the raw and ignorant prevail over her."

Those men who lack tenderness and affection

are animals, not men.

She is not that kind of beloved most imagine;

she is a ray of God.

She is not just created,

she is creative.

Mawlana Jalal AdDeen Rumi, Rahmatullahi 'alay

Mathnawi I, 2421-2437

Helminski trans.

Found it here.

Cool story bro. Can I eat it?

Instead of trying to write more about (serious) stuff such as marriage and yada yada yaddaa, Aisyah married herself to books. She also realised that her alter ego; the President of the world must be shut off from the world itself so as to stop it from trying to rectify any so-called global problems her mind conceives – something that is so uncalled for. She is currently practicing the repairing charm, Occulus Reparo to fix her crooked glasses in order to avoid using her money which she finds scarce these days.

Master Chef.

Aisyah admits that even though she is already 21 years old, she still hasn't developed any proper skill in cooking. So, in an effort to be a better lady, she had screen-captured some of the nicest recipes she could found on the internet and plans to spend the months before December to really learn the art of culinary and participate in the upcoming Master Chef Malaysia reality show. After winning the title Master Chef Malaysia, Aisyah aims at challenging Iron Chef Japanese 3, Masaharu Morimoto, in a throwdown.

something something.

She realised something earlier tonight. She's not sure what. She can't remember.

You're ugly. Seriously.

A couple of Aisyah's close friends are attending Bieber's concert tonight. When asked why isn't she going as well, she only replied; "Not a fan,". She also advised everybody to stop hating on people just because they are amazingly talented. "I can't sing. I sound like some cat from Chowkit Road" she quoted, "and stop bad-mouthing people, the fact that you know who Justin Bieber is while he doesn't even aware of your existence just shows that he is well, a lot more successful than you are. And this applies to Rebecca Black too and the likes," she added.

Now why was it that Aisyah wanted to advise people and stuff? Ahh, I dunno. Maybe because she is the President of the world?

She is currently filling her time learning English by reading her dictionary which she dubbed "Kamus Pujaan" and other people's blog as well as two other books. When told that she was spotted leaping with great joy last night, this was her response; "I found a new place to further my study and only "leaping with great joy" can express how delighted I was,". And for that, she expressed her gratitude to two people whose identities are, according to her, better kept secret.

James Franco is so handsome.

Lately Aisyah had had streams of negative thought through her mind; whenever she wanted to open the window of her bedroom at dawn/night for ventilating purpose especially when she wanted to solat, she always had the impression of seeing Hantu Kak Limah staring at her at the window sill. However earlier this morning, she realised that it was the Dementors' doing so she casted, with a slightly over-reacted face expression and a voice pitch near breaking point, the Patronus Charm (oh look, it's a link!) and had been feeling like the most glorious, heroic witch the world had seen in the history of magic ever since then.

She is also very bewildered by the fact that her mum can wake to the faintest sound of toothpicks colliding with the walls of their container but would never be roused by the alarm clock's continuous loop of fatally deafening sound.. as she can't either way.

Despite the disappointment of  her late discovery about some project regarding James Franco's birthday (which is today, April 19) she had came up with a new song for James Franco, a song of which the lyrics mostly only consist of five words; James Franco is so handsome.

:(

Aisyah just read something ridiculously funny while lying on the bed, she laughed and choked up her own saliva. God bless that person who wrote the post that almost murdered her.

OK I'm seriously bored I blogged every two hours. I want to sleep but I am nowhere near sleepy. I want to talk but there is no one to talk to. I want to eat pizza but there's nothing like pizza at this hour.

Yes, it's 3.18 am.

Aisyah is just so lonely, don't mind her.
But mind her because she would really appreciate it if you do.

Kesiannye. (kesian kat diri sendiri)

Murderous raving lunatic.

Aisyah had recently made, out of sick boredom, a twitter account which she finds quite annoying and pointless. And now she thinks she should really kill all of her social media and retreat into a cave. Kill twitter, kill tumblr, kill youtube, kill television, kill the DVDs, kill Astro, kill skype just like how she killed her facebook account.

Truth is, she's tired of going to the movies alone.

Enough sleep.

Aisyah has been inspired by James Franco today that now she has actually started to read the book Air Power which she bought 2 years ago. She has yet, however, devised a new plan to fit the most amount of books that she can read into one day. Upon learning that James Franco is a math whiz who used to interned at Lockheed Martin, Aisyah screamed in awe like a barking mad lunatic in front of her computer screen but luckily her voice was stuck in her throat.

And now, she wonders why is it that guys like him are always out of her reach.

Takde tajuk, bleh?

New blog, everyone!

*cricket sound*

Writing stuff in Tumblr feels awkward enough as there are so many people following me even though I am perfectly aware that my readers are non-existent.

So tonight, I have finally been slapped in the face by reality that I have indeed, been missing so much on life T____________T

Gotta get back on track now. THIS IS SERIOUS.

I am Sirius now. SIRIUS. ahaha geddit? SI-- ah nevermind.

For God's sake I am 21 years old. Most of the time I am lost and I dunno where or rather how to kick-start things out that all I do is cry. Lame, but that's the truth.

Sometimes it feels as if somebody has taken the brain out of my skull, and gave it a good mash. Sometimes it feels like somebody has ripped the heart out of my chest, stamped on it, hard. But at the end of the day, it all comes down to how well you take those things, those things that are taunting your emotions and stuff. If you dwell on sorrows and put on that long face every day that people got scared and run away from you then you're gonna end up being more miserably so.

So basically all I want to tell is that I have, finally looked life on its bright shiny sparkly side. Or in other words, it's like I'm wearing a big pair of shades with painted rainbows and butterflies on thuhhh lenses so that all I can see is, well, rainbows and butterflies lah durrrhh -____-'

Nothing that is worthwhile is ever easy, remember that.

-Nicholas Sparks

Yes, it feels damn good to be writing again.

ahaha geddit? geddit??