My name is Jaffry Jalal and I have nothing to sell you.

There is no “content” on this website.

No high-value posts. No downloads. No add to carts. No behavioral retargeting. No aspirational realness, press releases, or bikini-clad influencer pictures. No strategically-crafted life updates. No smoothing myself out for the clicks.

No, thanks.

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This is my personal homepage on the interwebs, where I do whatever I want.

Please welcome to my homepage
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This website is always under construction

My first website was a music review zine thing on Geocities. Like a good tune let down by a bad music video, the reviews I wrote were overwhelmed by the utterly mediocre and naïve ’80s‐vibe‐spilling‐over‐into‐the‐’90s internet “aesthetic” of the site. [Editor’s note: THIS ISN’T HUMILITY, IT WAS REALLY BAD]

Then one week, while trying to recreate the visual look of Squarepusher’s Feed Me Weird Things for a review [THAT NO ONE WOULD READ], I discovered the existence of Adobe Photoshop on a douchey schoolmate’s Macintosh and clicked my way into a world of systems, standards, and sheep.

Jaffry is an experience designer who navigates the messy intersections of insight, discovery, and creativity with human-centred coffee runs.

From time to time, he refers to himself in the third person, which can be somewhat disorienting or sound like something really momentous is going to show itself. But inevitably does not. A mechanism primarily intended to maintain a healthy distance between his work and non-work self, it remains an exercise in futility as Jaffry spends too much time at home building things on the web anyway.

Handmade Hypertext Products:

Sometime between the Asian financial crisis and the bust, I started designing websites, Flash games, and interactive pieces for fun under the moniker of ‘dullneon’ [TO SHIELD HIS PRIVATE LIFE FROM THE GLARE OF NON-EXISTENT FAME]. Doing design work was a great way to earn cash to buy obscure books and CD singles on the interwebs to impress girls with.

Sadly, the girls weren’t impressed. Thankfully, prospective employers were.

For the past 18 years, I have been
synergizing disruptive opportunities for brands to inspire their customers. designing digital things and non-things, while teaching others what I've learned. trying to style native form elements with CSS across all browsers without much success.


Once, at a job interview at an agency [WHICH STILL HAD '& MATHER' ON THE SIGNAGE THEN], I was asked what the greatest goals in my life were, to which I replied, Almost any­thing by Robbie Fowler. The hiring manager interviewing me didn’t laugh. Needless to say, I didn’t land the joke or the job.

You may have trouble deciding whether I am kidding. Or not. Henceforth, I will tell you when I’m kidding. Then you can determine if it was funny, or in bad taste.

I dislike the taste of papayas, never leave home without a writing instrument, and know the first 8 digits of π.

To be honest, I was never a big proponent of the Oxford comma until I was persuaded otherwise by two former colleagues, a comic and a musician.

While I’m not against cloudy music streaming, I prefer buying music outright (in fastidiously foldered [THAT’S NOT A REAL WORD] FLAC files) if only to avoid the bifurcation of my existing collection.

Tragically, I listen to my high-fidelity digital music on a low-end Android phone because they tend to be affordable hand-helds that can actually be used with one hand. I’m pretty fussy about the features I look for in a mobile phone, too.

The Frankenfone 1818

  • 5.7” screen size
  • Android-iOS-BeOS hybrid operating system
  • 3 Back Cameras: Holga 120, Hasselblad 500C, and Horseman 4x5
  • Front-facing Anti-Selfie Auto-Taser Micro-Laser
  • Built-in Jack White guitar solo ringtones
  • Built-in wallpapers of concrete
  • Quantum Processor powered by Feynman Lectures
  • Optional SCSI-compatible connector
A sketch of the Frankenphone 1818 - a magical, revolutionary device that will frankly change the world starting in Frankfurt
The Frankenfone 1818
(SCSI-compatible connector not pictured)

[DIFFICULT TO DISCERN IF THAT IS AMBITION OR DELUSION] I’ve always wanted a phone that could natively double up as a Bluetooth mouse on any modern laptop. So until I can find some chumps on Kickstarter to pitch this to the future arrives, I’ll just get by with my ‘Look‐ma‐this‐has‐a‐3.5mm‐headphone‐jack’ Samsung A52.

Right now:

  • My primary cellular device is currently offline.
  • Overusing the word staccato.
  • Working from home… still.
  • Clear sky outside my window here in Singapore. The temperature is 26°C, though it actually feels like 29°C.
  • Listening to M-State on repeat.
  • Staring down at 127 unread emails.

Because I’m a sucker for mailing lists, you’ll find my inbox lined with emails from:

I recently finished reading , by .

Book cover

I borrow/buy more books than I probably should. [HE WAS A BOOKWORM KID AND IT SHOWS] Every time I get a new book or ten, the unread books on my shelf always laugh at me. My e-books are much more polite and don’t do such things. Because when I can’t see them, I don’t remember they exist.

Food Art Sky Floor Books Drink Vietnam Play Cats My Friends Your Friends Mistype Fireball Ideas Architecture Abandoned

In case I forget,
I take lots of pictures.

My long-term memory is uploaded to the hard-drive otherwise known as the internet. Visual memories on VSCO, music listening history on, people I know on a CardDav server, and so on. Once upon a memory when I had a stable IP address, I ran my own mail server. It wasn’t that hard [ACTUALLY IT WAS] though it was a lot of work. Probably even more work now with all that spam.

For unsolicited messages regarding pills, thrills, or Nigerian wills, please write to

That was Experiment #5322 [THIS NERDY REFERENCING IS EXHAUSTING] where I naively test if spam harvesting bots stop scraping after the first unobfuscated [THAT’S NOT A REAL WORD EITHER] email address they detect. You, dear reader, can be the second mouse who gets the cheese.

New Message
Subject Re: The cheese

To rant about Oxford commas, spam, or the colour choice on this page, you can mail me at

Best regards,

Alternatively, you can contact me on LinkedIn. But staying professionally connected with people also means consuming the convulsing stream of crap the feed algorithm serves up.

Social media software can be such a pain in the ass.

(An obligatory XKCD comic)

Comic from

I deleted Facebook after it became an exhausting parade of product peddling, plasticised positivity, and political prattling. [HIS PICTURES OF CATS AND SUNSETS DIDN'T GET ANY LIKES] This newly excavated Quality Time™ enabled me to build this website where I have had a wonderful time talking at you.

This site was built with Tachyons, VanillaJS, and regular HTML5. Real-time data from Tasker and Weatherbit.

*I use and recommend Firefox.

I could talk all day about why we should all use Firefox, but I’m kinda in the middle of James May: Our Man in Japan right now. That’s right, the Quality Time™ saved from getting out of Twitface is spent on films and TV [AND WEEKDAY NAPS].

Thanks for scrolling down all the way here and all, but I’ve got another episode to catch up on. So until next time…