Asiah Razali

Stuck between feelings.

Written by AsiahRazali

I could not sleep early  again tonight. I barely able to shut my eyes off and my mind won't stop working as if there's no tomorrow. I remembered the article I read earlier about how Allah has created the night for human to sleep and day for work. My brain kept remembering the details of the article on how our pineal gland is connected to our sight. How it secretes melatonin ,an enzyme that can prevent cancer . When we close our eyes.When it's dark.  How chicken that sleeps at night is better than chicken sleep at day. All of that stuff but I just couldn't bring myself to sleep. Such irony!

She looks at his face, trying to recognise the owner of perfectly muscular figure with beautifully curved jaw. 'open your mouth, sweet heart ' he brings a spoonful of hot porridge and blows it slowly so it can be swallowed. She shut her mouth tight, who is this guy and what I'd he doing in her house? In her bedroom?

She looked at the empty side of her bed. It feels warm as if she had been sleeping with someone last night. She forced her body to raised but her head is so dizzy. she fell back to her pillow. She looked under the cover. Her body is fully covered with her white satin pajama. Wait She doesn't have a white satin pajama... Her adrenaline rushed, she tried to remember what happened last night. Her brain stops digging for answer when the leaf of the door slightly pushed by a tall olive skinned guy. His dark deep eyes curves a smile to her. He slowly sit beside her and put the tray of breakfast on his lap. ' good morning, sweet heart '...

Assalamualaikum.. May peace be upon you.. This morning  I was walking  when I saw a normal tall tree with some peculiar  fruits. To be honest, the fruit is on the ground. A lot of them actually. So, I picked one of them and began to observe it. It has the shape of peach fruit ,its skin is covered in a fine,velvety fur. It is strikingly red in colour and have the top like persimmons fruit. Actually it comes from the same genus with persimmon. The scientific name of it is Diospyros blancoi. After doing some researches (reading some Wiki sites)  . It's edible. Yay!  It have soft, creamy, pink flesh, with a taste and aroma comparable to fruit cream .That means,  I will definitely pluck them next week. I was rushing to Arabic class when the encounter happened. And after the class, I have another phonetics class but I managed to pluck a ripe yellow papaya which I have eaten just now. That's the benefit of studying in UPM. You could eat fruits for free :D...

I love doing weird stupid things I'm a girl that will suddenly run at the speed of light  after my class.  I love smiling to myself ,thinking of stupid jokes and laughing all by myself. I love walking alone and talk to myself .  I may walk alone but I never feel lonely.  I love cooking and trying new stuff .  I love writing and painting but I don't really have a talent. I often over think and care too much about others.  I always worried  too much. I love cats with all of my heart. I preferred domestic cat over Persian or any fancy cats. I love comics. I love 9 gag. I act according to what I wore *mostly I always give people advice. I'm terrible at moving on. I did move on . I often fall in love with the wrong guy. All the nice guy that I fall in love with, possibly won't have any feeling towards me. I'm trying to love myself before loving others. Once I fall in love with a guy because he wore a pa...