Danial Jaafar 🇲🇾

Salam Ramadhan semua! Ramadhan Mubarak! When the Muslim brothers in Gippsland wished me that last time - Ramadhan Mubarak, I was really at lost because it was my first Ramadhan away from the country and with non-Malaysians. But I gotta say I adapted to that and all was good. A blog post with no good introduction. I don't know about you guys but I find doing the introduction part a hassle. I remember how much I dreaded doing those introduction parts for every literature review, paper I had to do for assignments back then. But, like my teachers in primary school said, a good intro is like a good first impression. Once you nail that, you gotta follow up with a good story as well. Too bad I am not doing any of that here, right now. Been saving a lot of drafts. Same problem that sneaked upon me whenever I feel like blogging always. The writer's block. Even an amateur blogger, a professional writer wanna-be like me has this kind of problem. Hah! Anyway, once I am in a more stea

This took place last month. This guy at the gym whom I first met and helped me with the membership registration was in the middle of his work out at the top floor. Top floor is the place you get to do your leg workouts. I just did my warm ups downstairs and just got to the top floor, heading to the squat rack, when he came up to me and started the conversation... Top floor. Facebook Fitness League . Gym Guy: Hey, bro. I see you've lost quite a lot of weight. Did you weigh yourself? Moi: Oh hey, man. Really? Honestly I don't feel any different because I totally fail in my diet. A never ending struggle, man. Gym Guy: But seriously, I think you must have lost a good 5kg, at least.  Moi: Really meh? Gym Guy: Yeah. You should get a scale and weigh yourself every week la. This is all due to your hard work. I notice you've been to the gym religiously also. (I remember the word 'religiously' because it is a good marketing word hahahah) Moi: Thanks fo

Moi: Waa, lagu Ir Radzi "Maafkan Aku" ni boleh nyanyi kat bini bila dia merajuk, marah-marah! Member: Ko dah kahwin ke? Moi: Aku nak tengok rumah ni bro. Tapi, mana eh tempat yang tengah naik tapi tak jauh dari bando? Agak-agak area rumah ko okay? Nanti boleh la anak-anak kita buat sleepover. Member: Sebelum anak-anak aku dan anak-anak ko buat sleepover, ko pergi cari bini dulu. Moi: Hahaha! Dah sampai dah Tefal aku ni. Nanti tak payah la susah-susah nak shopping kuali periuk cap Zebra.Tefal ni bro, murah gile RM314 je. Aku kahwin nanti ko bagi hadiah set pisau sudah la. Member: Dah ada calon bini ke? Moi: Weh, camne baju ko takde kedut-kedut aa? Aku dah spray masa iron pun ada kedut sikit ni. Ni la kot orang panggil wrinkle memory, ye tak? Member: Entah, pakai starch kot. Orang rumah aku yang gosok. Bangun-bangun dah siap elok gosok. hehehehehe

Apa yang aku nak kongsikan mungkin pelik. Sebab aku rasa macam tak ramai orang cuba bayangkan saat-saat akhir hidupnya. Apatah lagi saat-saat akhir hidup orang-orang yang tersayang, macam mak ayah, adik beradik, sahabat karib, isteri, anak-anak. Aku tak tahu adakah ini salah satu symptoms orang yang punya suicidal thought, walaupun aku punya portfolio ada juga anti-depressant. Heh. Dah lama aku tak fikirkan hal ni. Kali terakhir masa MH17. Bila aku dapat tahu ada budak antara yang dijumpai mati di Gunung Kinabalu, aku terus rasa sedih. Aku bayangkan (bukan empati macam Will Graham, ya) saat-saat akhir si mendiang. Will Graham terbaru. Apa yang dia rasa? Sakit dihempap batu, jatuh dari tempat tinggi? Atau dia (bernasib baik?) tak rasa apa-apa sejurus badan hinggap di tanah? Rasa takut kerana dia tahu dia tak akan survive this? Rasa sedih teringatkan keluarga yang jauh? Sedih sebab mereka tak ada di sisinya pada saat-saat akhir? Cita-cita yang tak kesampaian? Atau dia pasrah