Motion-Induced Blindness

Today I shared this interesting website to my fellow colleagues via our office “ICQ”

R: check this out!

J: that’s just freaky…

(few seconds later)

J: hey next time you don’t see me at my desk, it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you… I’m really always sitting there ;p

Nice try, chap. You still haven’t pass your probation. LOL.

An Evening With Taufik

The night was a showcase of suaveness, talent, and chaos.

Yes, chaos.

It started with a frantic phone call from Kak Leza about Taufik’s jacket. Since I was around at the Kallang Theatre, I went backstage (obtained a crew pass from Sony BMG on the way *grinz*), met Taufik in his dressing room and got his 2-inches-too-large blazer.

Then I rushed down to Zara at Ngee Ann City with Shafik to exchange the blazer.

And then Lina send me a frantic SMS: “Not enough white paper!”.

Luckily I got Shafik with me. My cab turn round and round Ngee Ann (and the taxi meter keep ticking up and up) while he run up to somewhere to get 4 large rolls of mahjong paper.

Rushing back to Kallang Theatre, I met the whole gang of people – BMG staff, Taufik, his Bonafide gang and the rest. Luckily his blazer fits!

With a heave of relief, I headed back to the foyer for another two hours of frantic placard-making and fans-autographing before the final showcase.

Taufik did an awesome job. A review of the performance will be more suited for his official site, but sufficient to say they are plenty of good reasons why he is the man to be, choosen by millions of Singaporeans.

I cheered, whooped, clapped and screamed with the rest. Hey, glammed up as I was, I still want to have fun with my gang, ok!

After the showcase, I was ushered into the VIP reception *smug-face* where I get to meet Taufik’s extended family. Now I know where he got his long eye-lashes from!

The long queue of fans who won the meet-and-greet passes was formidable, and it was not until half pass ten when I finally get my turn with Taufik.

I gave him the 13 huge placards bearing his names and autographs from fans. Took a shot with him (he signaled my blazer was cool earlier on, hehe), and then I took off my blazer and asked him to wear it! A tad too big, but Taufik, the Idol as he is, is just a guy next door who has fame in his hand right now.

Thanks lots, man. And if you are reading this, read my lips: “YOU ROCK!

An Evening With Taufik
My sidekick for the night, Shafik

An Evening With Taufik
Taufik & I, right at the end of all things

An Evening With Taufik
Taufik wearing my jacket! *LOL*

More pics from the night in the Gallery

My Most Romantic Date

My Most Romantic Date

The sea breeze was blowing. Waves gently lapping at the shore. Rumba music playing loudly in the distance. Ships were sailing, their horn buzzing loudly. A lone sea gull flew across the sky.

But you and I are in our own world.

After 6 years, you would have thought it will be awkward. But it seems like only yesterday when we pick up from where we left.

As I lay in your lap and watch the stars and palms frame your face against the night sky, I feel blessed to have found you, again.

And this time I hope, for good.

My Most Romantic Date

Wine Appreciation Night

The event ended with a literal bang.

I mean, I have all the reasons to be jubilant about stuff. After all the problems that I encountered with the venue, everything ended up pretty fine. Three top reasons to be happy:

#1 : No la mei for the night
#2 : The bosses are happy
#3 : I had a blast acting classy in a suit

Okay, I know reason #3 is a bit lame, but hey whatever rocks my boat, man!

It was lots of detailed planning work, and not only on the event itself but the job board that I have to implement for their website. All in all, it was a relief that these collaborations had tied over.

After all the guests have left, Jude, Julie, Kelvin, Valerie and I had another round before happily headed home. It was yet another Friday night of drinks (the previous ones being this and this).

Wine Appreciation Night

Wine Appreciation Night

Wine Appreciation Night

Click here for the gallery

Taufik & I Part III

A: Raz, can I meet you tonight?

(Several minutes later…)

A: Yooooohhooooo!

R: Sorry, busy la. Tonight I got appt already. Tomorrow?

A: Wld you consider postphoning it? Taufik is free after 7, and I dunno when he is free again.

R: Argh!!!!

(After recovered from my shock)

R: Why so last minute one?

A: Aiyah, he always so impromptu. So how?

R: Ok la. Confirm?

A: Yup, confirm. See ya at 7 at Orchard

That’s how I ended up with this pic (more in the gallery). It was a night of laughter, tears, milk shakes, eye lashes, mascara, size 11.5 shoes, posters, showcase…

I thought of writing the funniest shit happened at Hereen’s Billy Bomber where we had dinner, but I’ll pass. Just that… next time, remember the milk shakes are NOT server in their blender cup!

Thanks Kak Leza, Taufik, Kak Sal and all for making it a wonderful night to remember!

Farewell to Felicia

Today’s Felicia’s last day in office. She has been temping for my good company for sometime, and now it’s time for her to move on to Poly.

My group of guys then bought a surprise card for her. And as we said in the card, Felicia, you are really one sweet girl. As sweet as the chocolate cake you bought for all us.

Click here to view photos of Felicia and the rest

Keep in touch girl!

Farewell to Felicia

Moo-Moo Incident

Mutated cows had been sighted around Singapore recently.

The cows, believed to be unleashed by the equally multi-colored cab company, Comfort Delgro, were seen “mating” at open grass areas around the republic.

Fellow bloggers captured the indecent on camera.

Just so that you know…

… that I was glad to meet you again, less than 24 hours after our first movie date last night.

I didn’t mind the least the pricey dinner over at your work place. I’m elated to see your glowing smile when your colleagues teased you, presumably over me. You seem to enjoy the attention, the joke. You introduce your friends to me enthusiastically.

I love being the one you show to your friends as your date.

“I’m sure they will ask me who you are when I next come to work”

“So, what are you going to tell them?”

“Nah, I am not going to tell them anything”


“Can I tell them you are my date?”

“Would you?”

As we leave the restaurant, I smiled goodbye, you waved farewell.

Then we went to the movie, and somehow you mood turned sullen. And I have no idea why.

Did I spend too long waiting for my coffee? Were you just tired after a long day? Was it my teasings and flirtings made you uncomfortable?

Was it just me or do I sense your reluctance when I hold you hand in the cinema? Your apparent yawn and rush to catch the train?

And why you suddenly dropped subtle hints that you want to go home with me, when I know fully well you are going to your friend’s place? Pre-arranged, I was told, at 3 p.m. today.

Jealous, I was. Nah, just a natural reaction. I am not fussy over such things. But I am confused. Mixed signals? Uncharted expectations? Moving too fast?

I shouldn’t judge. Afterall, it is only the second date. And my fascination of you remains.

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BlogStroll #1

(Raz Note: I have decided to pay weekly homage to those blogs under my Blogroll. I will be featuring some of the best bits of their blog posts under a regular, err, feature. I call it BlogStroll. Here come’s the first installment)

When Blogger Annoys You

Those of us who had been annoyed by Blogger’s instability has reasons to cheer.

Load, load, load...

No more waiting for ages only to get an 404.

A Guy in His Birthday Suit

Vouyeurism? You might think this guy is sick. I don’t think so. I simply love the way he uses photos to weave a story of himself and his (sometimes idiotic) ideas. This time, he wore a “birthday suit” that “fits like a glove” walking around town… and got more stares that he was comfortable with.

“This is my friend Kiwi. She’s the one taking the pictures (pretty much all but this one). Strangely enough, while women would check me out from head to toe, men pretty much went straight for the package. For some reason though, she wasn’t able to document the phenomenon…”

The Phenomenon
The Phenomenon

I just wish he has decency to wear an underwear under that suit.

Do you have Starbuck?

From The Pundit Guy: Do you love or hate Starbucks? If you hated it (not because of the coffee, but the corporation as whole), then you’ll love this site:

“The mission of is to assist the public in finding and supporting independently owned cafés.On the results page for each search, listings of both independently owned cafés and Starbucks retail stores are presented. By comparison of numeric quantity and site-specific detail, the viewer/searcher will see evidence of the unchecked aggression and power in the hands of corporate businesses, such as Starbucks.”

Personally, I love Starbuck. If I can afford it, I will have one cup of Coffee of the Day everyday. Grande-sized, nothing less. There is something comforting about leaving your office cubicle, take a stroll* down to the outlet at my office building, and feel the familiar warmth of a cup of coffee. Ahhh…. indulgence.

*That’s how I came out with the “concept” of this kind of post. The BlogStroll. As in Blog(ST)roll. Get it?

Other Noteworthies

Did you know you can sell your car simply by blogging about it? I bet you don’t! But this guy did.

Have you been reading Xiaxue’s blog? Arguably she is the most famous blogger in Singapore. Love her, hate her, but there are more like her around, says Mr. Big Fuck.

Never play cheat to a (woman) blogger. You might never know when your disgusting scam came out for everyone to see/read/link-to. I mean, if I am that guy, I would rather DIE.

Urban Male Bitch loses his “m”-virginity: “I sat still on the bed, wondering what would happen next. I have read so much about it, but yet, still unsure of myself. She returned, and motioned for me to lie down. She started with the toes, and the feet, and slowly worked her way up towards my groin, stopping short of the loin area. My body tensed, from her touch.

My Fav Blog Post

And finally. my favourite blog post for today. From Mr. Brown

“I RECENTLY started to exercise again. The final straw was my wife asking me to move, because my stomach was blocking the wind from the fan. Like I was some beached whale, blocking her feng shui.”

I liked the beached whale part.

Review: The Other Side of the Story

The Other Side of the Story, by Marian Keyes

Crossed Women. Crossed Lines. Crossed Swords.

That’s the tag line of this wonderful novel by Keyes. Highly cynical about life, yet heart-warming and hilarious all the same, The Other Side of The Story tells the tales of three women – Gemma, Jojo and Lily – leading different yet interwoven life.

Gemma is a successful event planner in Dublin. Work was a nightmare, and when his Dad did a runaway on her mum, her life turns positively hellish. Things were looking all sunny from her side, and she took comfort confiding in Susan who lives far away. Night after night she escaped by writing stories on her life… not knowing that these very pieces will turn her life around few months down the road.

Lily is a so-so writer, a “boyfriend stealer” (or so Gemma would label her) who hit a miracle success in London publishing world with a story that is too good to be true. Ever the pessimist, Lily believes in retribution, and the tale traces her thoughts, fear and anger as her life took unexpected turn with Anton (the boyfriend), Ema (the out-of-wedlock baby), Irina (the Russian neighbour) and of course, Gemma and Jojo (how else would their lives be interwoven?)

Jojo is “viagra of the literary world”, a highly successful and ambitious literary agent who represented Lily. A love affair with her boss (Mark) took an unexpected twist and Jojo soon found, to her horror, that her career dream was suddenly snatched out of reach. Grieving and determined not to show any sign of weakness, she striked out on her own in a tale unlike any other – Gemma wrote a book that was “a band-aid equivalent in the literary world” and Lily’s third highly-successful book after a horrid second one.

I found the book to be highly readable and, compared to the Shopaholic series, was far more realistic, serious and easier to relate to. It was not one of those books that you couldn’t put down (I took my own sweet time in finishing it – 2 weeks), but yet it compelled me to write about it the moment I finished it.

The ending was kind of predictable, but kinda rushed when compared to the earlier, more-leisurely paced pages. Perhaps keyes suddenly ran out of idea to elaborate more on the three ladies (or maybe the book’s publishing deadline was looming – hey, I learned that from the book!).

What have I learned from the book?

#1 Love at first sight is possible
#2 Being large (like me) can be beautiful
#3 You can actually earn loads being a writer
#4 You can write stories of your life by renaming the “character”

My favourite paragraph from the book:

“‘One,’ I declared, listing on my fingers, ‘I think all men are bastards. Two, whenever I start listing things out on my fingers I get distracted by my nail colour, and three, now I’ve lost my train of thought – see! And three, I think all men are bastards.”

Freaking hilarious. And you get more doses of such chick-humour towards the end of the book.

Rating: 4 stars out of 5

The book is available at Popular, Borders and

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