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Oh, the things I do with the luxury of time.

Guess what? By some odd twist of events, I stumbled upon John Hafiz’s tumblr, and I didn’t recognise him until page 2. Then I thought, heeeey the name John Hafiz sounds awfully familiar. Perhaps he’s the guy that Brian told me about. You know, the one with the outlandish blog that’s so full of himself, albeit in an amusing way? The one who professes to be a  “Lelaki import yang membuatkan gadis, wanita dan perempuan tempatan ada sebab kukuh untuk berhias“? And the one who conjured up an imaginary girlfriend by the name of Samantha?

Anyway, what brought me to him was this video link of an unconventional wedding invite on Ninie Ahmad’s blog. So I clicked and watched. It’s rather charming in its indie, polaroid-inspired fashion.

Here’s his Vimeo.

Here’s his tumblr.

And here’s his detestable (but oh so recognisable) (s)mugshot:

(photo credits to JHZ + PDSN)

Yep, the guy on right.

On a side note, Astro’s Disney channel’s Fish Hook rich banners are fucking annoying. In fact, all them Disney channel rich banners are. They pop up when you least expect them to, and start blaring in this squealing cartoon voice that’s supposed to lure you into playing them mind-bending interactive games. Astro, you don’t know how much I’d like the disable the flash plugin on my browser. And for the love of all things animated, stop riddling pages top, left and right with instant loading banners. It’s a total deluge of crud-vertising.


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The basis for creativity is a lot of arse-scratching

“Kafka, talking about the process of writing, wrote that there was no reason to leave one’s desk: that if you sit there long enough, the world “will writhe before you”. Work often springs from a kind of creative emptiness, and frequently involves a lot of footling around, doing nothing and waiting – for an idea, for frustration to goad you into action, for some small shift in the atmosphere or for the light that sets the mind free. Ask any writer how much time is spent staring at the wall, looking out of the window, arse-scratching and prevaricating. A lot of visual art – and of writing and perhaps music, too – reflects on this, and even uses it as the basis of a work itself.”

— Rachel Whiteread: Through the eyes of a child, Adrian Searle.

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My very impulsive wants.

I want to love my job.

I want a job I love.

I want to travel. Back-to-back. Melbourne to Hong Kong. Hong Kong to London. London to Dublin. With nary a care.

I want to meet Colin Firth and tell him how dashing he is.

I want the Cady from Oliver Peoples.

I want to shoot people in between the eyes and whoop for joy.

I want coffee. Stat. Or brain stimulants. The ones that go straight to the head. A bullet might do the trick.

I want to attend a music festival with all the band fare.

This ain’t going anywhere.

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Define: Idea

There is no greater force for changing the world than a powerful idea. Consider:

  • An idea can be created out of nothing except an inspired imagination.
  • An idea weighs nothing.
  • It can be transferred across the world at the speed of light for virtually zero cost.
  • And yet an idea, when received by a prepared mind, can have extraordinary impact.
  • It can reshape that mind’s view of the world.
  • It can dramatically alter the behavior of the mind’s owner.
  • It can cause the mind to pass on the idea to others.

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Oh so true.


A pet peeve of mine is when people say “Literally” when they are far from it. For example “That literally scared the shit out of me!” Literally? Really? Maybe you shouldn’t be sitting on my couch.

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Verbal diaarheas in no particular order


Birthday dinner at the Brussels Beer Cafe and a Ferrari military hat for a birthday present coz I couldn’t afford getting him a gadget.

He had a pork bacon cheese burger and yours truly had grilled chicken and prawns. Good stuff. Oh, it ain’t a beer cafe if there wasn’t any beer on the food list. He had a Stella while I stuck to a potent cup of illy coffee. Damn, it sure was thick and a whole lot better than Starbucks! Brussels Beer Cafe is at Jaya One. It’s got Stella Artois, Hoegaarden and Leffe.


That’s probably the biggest shocker this week besides seeing Zachary Quinto drenched in milk, which suspiciously looked like some OTHER kind of milky white substance (Ah, my dirty little befuddled thoughts) but I digress. OMG Susan Boyle did NOT win! I think my mum’s gonna cry coz judging by the amount of times she’s seen that YouTube video of Boyle screeching to that Dream and Memory song, I guess she was banking on Boyle winning. Those and Paul Pott’s. Oh, and the lil tot by the name of… eh… I forgot. It’ll come back to me.

I Got A New Toy…

By the name of Sony Ericsson G900. If it wasn’t because of my K700 having to be permanently attached to the battery charger, I would’ve still stuck to the trusty old gizmo. BUT IT AIN’T TRUSTY NO MORE! It kept dying on me even though I only used it (sans attached to charger) to send an SMS so I decided to unplug the life support and pay my last respects before dislodging my SIM card. Here’s the beaut!

Yeah, I know it’s not the same as an iPhone or a Palm Pre but it’s all right coz it still beats using the payphone. I’ll start using the 5MP camera function to add some visual candy for the blog coz it’s easier prancing around camwhoring or taking random touristy pictures with this than the old D70s brick of a camera.

Oh yeah! The tot’s name! Connie Talbot! There you go.

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Yeah, I know. I’m not making any sense.

Yellow highlighter

A real whopper

Out to annihilate your paper

And give you yellow fever

The colour of cheeseburger


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