Danial Jaafar 🇲🇾

Usai solat, dia meneguk air mineral di sebelah katilnya. Lagaknya seperti orang yang mahu betul-betul mabuk, biar lupa segala hal isu masalah duniawi. Diteguknya air itu laju-laju hingga bunyi deguk itu semakin kuat dengan setiap tegukan. Mungkin juga deguk itu diharapnya untuk menenggelamkan suaranya sendiri yang sedang meratap pilu. "Woii! Ingat kau turun bawah, tadi. Lama aku tunggu kat surau!" Wang, budak Muar memekik, dan sambil-sambil itu mengetuk pintu bilknya dengan kuat. "Sorry bro. Rasa lemau sikit badan ni." balas Lukman, perlahan. Wang sekadar mengangguk lemak, mengkontradiksi perlakuannya sebelum ini. Mungkin dia memahami apa Lukman lalui. Mungkin juga dia buntu. Atau boleh jadi dia sudah malas dan jelek dengan perangai teman rumahnya itu. Masakan tidak, cerita sudah dua bulan berlalu dan Lukman masih lagi di situ, harfiahnya. Tidak keluar rumah bersosial sekalipun. "Haa, ni aku ada bungkus tosai telur ko. Mana tau pagi ni ko nak cheat meal...

"You like me, then?" "No, it's not as simple as that." "Are you playing me? Calling me out to the park in this cold night? What if old lady Claudia saw us?- " "Let me finish. I don't just like you. In fact, I believe that phrase doesn't do justice to what I'm feeling. I have feelings for you." "......" "Sometimes, I feel like I'm being pulled towards you, as if you're my centre of gravitational point. I feel obliged to know your wherabouts. Have you settled down well at your new place with your grandma? Is there any broken lightbulb that needs to be changed? I worry for you. I'm scared for you too. That's why I just find myself caring for you. You think why would I be asking you everyday then? If you're okay whenever I see your sad posts on Tumblr? If you've eaten? If you've had enough sleep?" "And I'm even happy for you, even that means I won't be the o...

Whenever I lay my eyes on her, my chest feels, expanding? Light? As if something is filling it up? Whatever it is, the chain of reaction that ensues from the first sight of her is devastatingly insanely mad. Both ends of my lip curl up, forming a smile. Once in a while, I’ll accidentally flash my yellowish white teeth. When that happens, be noted that everything is getting intense inside. Because I am pretty sure no one in their right mind will bare their imperfections for others to see, let alone the person he or she admires. Remember how in cartoons, a male character in love appears to have a wolf, or gorilla beating the hearts violently, howling out of control. For inside every man, lives a beast, whose only task is to beat your chest, making your heart race though you appear calm on the outside. Well, don’t we have to appear calm? It would be preposterous to be out of control and convulsing-ly confessing your love to them. If such inexcusable thing were to happ...

Aku dah jadi Pak Long dah sekarang ni. Alhamdulillah, adik ipar aku selamat melahirkan anak lelaki sulung dia dan adik aku. Umur dah sebulan lebih baru aku dapat jumpa anak menakan aku masa raya haji baru-baru ni. Dan setelah berjumpa, bermain, mengendong anak menakan aku tu, baru aku tahu, rasa, faham perasaan mak pak yang duk ghairah share gambaq anak-anak depa kat social media. Eh tercakap utagha pulak. Aku tak tahu berapa banyak gambar dan video yang aku ambik. Tu pun semalam aku dah buat quality check. So, sebab aku tak nak spam orang punya timeline di social media dengan gambar, video anak menakan aku, jadi aku spam member aku yang punya rasa geram sama budak kecik. Worry not, I have checked yang member aku bukan potential paedophile. Okay that's not funny. Bos insurans aku pernah cerita. Ada anak ni lain macam rasanya. Rasa macam nak duduk rumah satu hari main dengan diorang je kalau boleh. Tapi pasal tak bolehlah dia keluar bekerja mencari rezeki. Masa tu aku cuma bol...

Okay. Where was I. Sorry I was rushing nak publish I don't even know why I didn't just save this as draft. I was at a company's event when I started writing about this. Anyway, anyway, now I'm just chilling at KFC because they got wifi yeah, and also  to check out any potential nurses to be my personal one no I'm just kidding I won't do that I mean I shadap Danial. Okay. It's actually harder than it seems updating your blog using iPad because I am so used to the keyboard. Anyway here goes. Original article can be found here After posting this up few days ago, I had the chance to do more thinking, on the article, Aziz's show, my personal experience, friends' as well. I now share the same sentiment as Aziz. Why are we giving less shit now? Perhaps, most likely because we are so connected that we have become the least isolated generations. It's the digital age now, zaman IT,teknologi maklumat and whatnot. We got internet, then Wifi ever...

Aku sebenarnya tak tau mana nak mula cerita. Kalau korang memang follow blog aku dari mula-mula aku berkecmpung, mesti perasan aku punya intro fail. Dan aku rasa intro yang fail samalah dengan bad firet impression. Even though the first few seconds are important, aku kira agak tidak adil untuk menutup peluang kepada sesuatu hanya kerana bad first impression. Tengok, aku dah melalut ke laut. Few months back aku ada terbaca satu post kat Thought Catalog, pasal " The Lost Art of Giving A Shit ". And no, it ain't got nothing to do with the ancient and efficient way excrete your waste through your rear opening, pooping, doing No.2, berak dan istinjak besar. Eh, ada ke istinjak besar... Anyway, it is about caring about things. When I read the article, it kinda hit me;  the 'getting in the shape' part', dating and career. But of course, regardless of how many times I nodded my head in agreement for every sentence I read, masuk telinga kanan keluar telinga...

My failed attempt to write in Malay. I believe our writing style is heavily influenced by our reading materials...and I just finished Anwar Hadi's "Whatever You Say I Am, I Am Ok". Good God!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------ Seperti biasa malam tu Selasa malam Rabu. But in English everyone will say that "it's a Tuesday night" instead of Wednesday night. Danny persetankan saja semua tu dan akan cakap, "This is all semantic." To which his friends would all retaliate, inside, that Danny is not using the word "semantic" in the right context but what do they know. Anyway, it's been a weekly ritual for Danny to go to binishell, a dome like building at campus, a symbol long associated with the small town of Churchill. You see in Binishell, there are badminton and basketball courts. And as the president of the Badminton club he has been running the weekly badminton session at Binishell ever since he...

"Honey, are we gonna get married or not?" "Yes, we will get married-" "When??" "Well, just a matter of time. That is if your feeling is still unwavering and the same when the time comes." "Why can't we just get married this year? Huh?" "That'd be lovely. And nice. I guess. But it's not possible." "Why not??" "Well, for starter my own parents won't let me get married if I am going for the cheapest wedding package at the Sunway Resort, you know. I am not really a fan of such fancy, big wedding reception just to impress my parents' long lost relatives and friends. I just want a wedding for, maybe 200, 300 people the most. If possible I want the numbers to be smaller than that. I believe when it comes to wedding reception, the less the merrier!" "....." "(crap, here we go again!) "..so, you don't want our wedding to be grand, beautiful and admired by many?...

It's just not fair, The way things are, As if I was the one who left you, When you were the one who selfishly decided, To end it all. Not like the train didn't stop for you. More like you were the one who ditched the train. For something you are not even certain of. Padanla kena tinggal. Kena upgrade ke Shinkansen kot baru orang convinced. =P *choooo choooo* LOL Woke up in the middle of the night, still got the flu. And here I am, blogging. ~ Aku kan pergi, bertemu kekasih abadi....~

Just to clarify I am a man. =P 9GAG

"Oh and yeah, that's the hardest part, that's the hardest part" To me, the hardest part would be to start doing things. It could be a totally new thing. It could be things that we used to enjoy doing all the time. Now, the hardest thing to do is to start blogging again. I have the craving to blog but I didn't blog for almost a month, and that really in a way has dampened my momentum to blog. No thanks to the mobile broadband I'm using. It was beyond slow last time. Now a bit better, but not as good as the first two months I moved in here. Still, I thought what the heck, let's blog again. I miss my blog. I miss being here, in the online world. Where people, strangers mostly, are surprisingly supportive, and kind, and friendly. But I no longer have a place to let out all of my emotions. Hahaha, worry not, not being emo just missing the good old blog I once made private, which I deleted last year  =____= Kali pertamaku ke sekolah asrama. Nak menangis ...

So, the final part of my Trip to Singapore. Started at her friend's who has also become my friend's LOL place. I went there with my friends Watt and Fareed, that let me stay at their place during my trip there to Singapore. So, off we went to our first pit stop, Nat's house. We were there early because we planned to have a combined birthday parties, one was a belated birthday for the gf, and the other one is the coming birthday for the other friend, Wina.  As usual, I prefer to let the pictures do the talking. =P This is Fareed, guys! Cool and funny guy.  Me and him were in charge of blowing the balloons. hehehehehehehe The birthday girls were the latest to arrive and were made to put on those masks..giraffe's masks =P Oreo cheesecake made by Nat. Reallly reallllly niceeeee! The birthday girls...sort of. Trying out their presents. Reminds me of methane, CH4's structure.  The girls, Nat, Watt, the gf, and Wina. We wore same colour, ...

Not that many pictures this time. We didn't know where to go. Plus the gf was totally tired from cycling at Pulau Ubin and East Coask Park the day before. I suggested she brought me to any public library in Singapore, which is quite close to a mosque since it was Friday. So, we went to Bishan. Yours truly here. She made black pepper fried rice! Good breakfast. Guess where we had our breakfast? Outside the Bishan MRT station LOL She loves cold drinks. That's how she gets sick most of the time. =P ~burrrppp~ After breakfast, we headed straight to Bishan public library. Man, I should have taken the pics of the building, I love how the library looks so modern, giving the awesomely cool aura. I guess that's why there are many young people there; pri and sec school kids, teenagers. There were heaps of books there too. Old people, small kids, pri school kids and sec school kids, parents. Oh, it was school holidays that day, celebrating children's day or somet...