Answer me this:

"Should we think carefully before we act, or is Life too short for us to care about the consequences?"

(QY tells me I'm a worry-wart.)

I've been Twittering so much that I forgot to slow down and pen my thoughts down. Give me your input on the above, so I can consolidate the views.. :)

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Just got back from Melaka.

I loved the food, the slow pace of life (a bit TOO slow though), the amazing company, and most of all... I loved being able to turn off my phone during the weekend!

I did attempt to connect to WIFI once, but when it failed I didn't go bonkers as I thought I would. Hehe.

Pictures with Elaine but I'll just post what I have on my Berry.


We followed Ming's car, with Eugene as our designated driver.

We did all sorts of touristy things like oogling at the flower trishaws, and taking pictures in front of the museum.

I got so irritated at the heat that I bought myself a battery operated fan.

But it got caught in my hair when I brought it too close to my face. I ended up losing quite a bit of hair as I yanked out the entangled mess - DON'T JUDGE ME!!

Other significant things to note:

1) Eugene was acting like he was a king, buying all sorts of rubbish in multiples

2) We went clubbing in T-shirts, tank tops and slippers

3) We literally had NO TIME between meals. We just chain-ate all the way. Madness.

4) I will never play "I have never..." with any Nuffies again

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If you are thinking of trekking through a jungle in, say, a place like Sarawak, you might want to refer to this before attempting anything.

Especially if you come from the city.

1. Prepare everything and bring nothing
Yes.

Buy all the Tiger Balms/lotions/repellents you need. Pack all the wet tissues, plasters, coffins of pills, spare (but uncharged) batteries into a tiny pink backpack.

And, decide at the very last moment that it would probably wear you down, so you're not bringing any of it.

2. Bring your lousiest pair of shoes
You'll need these to sink your feet into the mud!

But halfway through the trekking, you'll also realise your residual love for your lousiest pair of shoes - because you can't seem to bring yourself to sink 'em ALL THE WAY into the mud.

They'll help, nevertheless.

3. Don't try to train up too much for the trek
Because while you may be able to conquer the tree roots and dried leaves, you might just lose out to...

... A colourful bug.

4. When you see bees buzzing about, don't just swipe them away
Swipe them away so vigorously so that your trekking partner gets stung too!

5. Don't wear shorts
You never know when you will get bitten in the butt by leeches.

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So plainly clear, welcoming me with open arms.

But I choose to turn away.

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Today I was at my table, when I noticed them gone.

Every one of them, the overturned bouquets and the entwined stalks.

Funny how I didn't even flinch.

The window grills feel empty now. But it's refreshing. An unobstructed view. Liberation.

Whoever threw them away: Thank you.

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Ok just gonna post up a few pictures and then hit the sack... My bio clock has been REALLY terrible during these 2 weeks of planning the River Fest. I've been sleeping and waking at obscene hours.

Grab your pics from the flickr set here.

Blogger Guided Tour - Singapore River Festival



Sorry guys if it was a little hot and stuffy that night, we hope you all enjoyed everything!

Party @ The Arena

The girls all decided to wear boyfriend shirts. I think the point with wearing boyfriend shirts is looking tousled and like you just had great sex. But people kept pulling me closer to peep inside my shirt. WTF!!

Somewhere into the night I decided I'd be safer with my shirt buttoned all the way up.



***

I really enjoyed the evening. I didn't expect the Nuffnangers to warm up and be such a fun group, but they did! But as with all campaigns, there were some things that could have been done better, I think what we strive for is to organise events that are executed to the T.

Nevertheless, this event is making me look forward to the many events to come in Singapore! We're as good as the Malaysians, maybe even better!

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You know how they always say life is short, insert cheesy How To Appreciate Life tips.

Well, I can't say I've faced death, but I think I've talked about how much I fear ageing, and eventually, death.

Fine. I'm absolutely terrified of dying. I hate war movies because it reminds me in every frame, about how real and looming death is.

To make it all better I've decided to come up with a bucket list - the list of things I want to accomplish before I die.

My Bucket List

1. Climb a mountain (Bukit Timah doesn't count)

2. Try drugs

3. Learn a new language

4. Live in a city all by myself

5. Be able to experience the greatest love of my life, reciprocated

6. Pay a chunk of money for a fortune teller to read my life

7. Try deep-sea diving to see if I will die (because a doctor once told me my heart can't take too big a change in pressure)

8. Sign up for an exercise boot camp (to see how I'd look like all shapely and fit)

9. Make a time capsule

10. Be really good in something


Yay! And I look forward to adding more useless (but meaningful) stuff to my bucket list.

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OK I was going to blog about my new Blackberry, until I saw Suet's comment on the tagboard..

"eh huiwen, is your name davienne??" - A question I get so often.

No, my name is not Davienne.

Who is Davienne?
Davienne is a name created by myself a long time ago, for gaming purposes.


^ This is Davienne, High Elf Cleric of the 70th Season, in the world of Everquest II.

Of course I have many Daviennes out there but she's the chioest and longest one I've played.

Later on, I came to realise that looking for usernames that didnt end with numbers (eg: huiwen1987) was difficult.

One very good example is my blog and my twitter. Plus many other sign-in usernames!

EXCEPT G-MAIL. I took for granted that nobody would take davienne@gmail.com, but some other Davienne did!

Grr.

How do you pronounce 'Davienne'?
The real pronounciation as I originally intended it to be, is "the-veen". Then I realised that many other people tended to pronounce it as "day-vian". I tried to tell people it was "the-veen", but I failed miserably.

Wtf lah, I created this name so I should have the right to dictate how everybody should pronounce it, right?

Apparently not.

So leave a comment, and tell me how you actually pronounce "Davienne".

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"On Our Way To The Singapore River Festival"

To all Nuffnangers who came down for the Nuffnang flash mob yesterday, we'd like to say a big THANK YOU for showing up in your pyjamas!

Although the mob didn't turn up quite as expected (we didn't know SO many of you would be coming!), but I hope you guys had fun and managed to mingle with your favourite bloggers!

Too bad the terrible rain came and everybody had to disperse like frantic ants - I'd love to see everybody taking pictures and chatting about!

Pictures will be uploaded onto a flickr page by this Monday. We will announce everything on the Nuffnang official blog so you guys can download your pictures :)

Looking forward to the special blogger treat this weekend!

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When I was down in KL last weekend for the Tiger Standout party, I met Kenny who was dressed as Susan Boyle (seriously, you can trust only Kenny to come up with such shit!).

He came up to me in his wig and shabby clothes, and asked me: "So! You're The Boss now, eh?"

Embarrassed, I replied, "No lah! I'm below The Boss so I'm not!"

Because I don't see myself in that position of power, and to refer to me using my title just gives me added pressure that I don't welcome, because to me, nothing's changed much; it's just a title.

But I've been thinking alot since his comment, about what this means.

I've never really let the full meaning of Country Manager, Singapore sink in, although I've been teased pretty much by my co-workers ("So, Country Manager, how's everything going?!"), and have used it here and there for laughs ("Wait I fire you then you know!").

I've also been thinking about the person that I want to be towards my colleagues, and it's surprised me that I've only thought about it now, two months into the job. It should have been part of my planning stage, where I sat down and drew out what I planned to do with my job and my position. But still, it's not too late, I guess it's better late than never.

Once, after a meeting with an important client, Ming told me this in the car: "You have got to look at X, and think of his qualities. Think of humble he his. Think, with his calibre, the places he's going to go. Think that you want yourself to be like him. Strive to be the boss that he is."

I thought about it. And I decided that yes, there's this person that I envision my 'perfect boss' to be. And realising now, that I can make this person, myself.

I've always thought myself as a good worker. But now I know that a good worker does not necessarily translate into a good superior.

And somewhere along those lines, I've gotten the equation wrong.

I wonder if there's even time left at all the rectify my follies, but it's only been 2 months, and I guess there's no harm trying.

I look at myself now and I think that I wouldn't want myself as a superior. Let's see what I'll think in months to come when I reflect again.

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I think sometimes, if you stop and look hard enough, you'll find that your life has trawled one circle, back to where you first started.

The family love that you fought so hard to deny, is now embracing you the way it used to. The only thing that's changed is just that you have grown receptive of it.

The close friends whom you once neglected are still firmly rooted in that special place. And you'll discover that they have never moved, not once backwards, and you are in awe.

It's a continuous process. Our tribulations lead us by our hearts, onto the same thorny journeys. And back out into the clearings again, scarred but stronger.

I don't know if this is something to be celebrated, that we always emerge triumphant, or that we always have to prepare for the next trek.

One thing I'm sure: I'm glad that I'm out of the maze. And I'm prepared to be finding my way out again.

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It's odd, how my line of work has changed the way I do things.

Just this week we were at Butter.

I emerged from the club after the lights came on, holding 6 namecards, from both guys and girls alike.

Yeah.

Even in my alcoholic state of mind, I was networking.

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Hi everyone. This is Eeyore.

Eeyore has been my companion at work for the past 2 years.

He has been there, on my desk, on my chair, always. My only constant.

He was there at our old dingy office, where the rats ran about. Perhaps he even witnessed the creation of the rat droppings that we always spied on our table.

He's here now at our new office. During work he'll be carried in my arms, sometimes I use him as a chin rest. And oops, sometimes I sit on him by mistake. But I make sure that I don't get too comfortable using him as a butt cushion, because I wouldn't want a flat Eeyore.

So this concludes the pointless point of this post. Bye!

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I've done something terrible.

I've broken a very important promise to myself.

I.

Have.

Been.

Taking.

Cabs.

To.

Work.

And I need this habit to stop really soon!!

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sometimes, i'm very sure of my choice of actions, and i accept the consequences, though not readily.

yet.

when i'm alone, i'm scared.

that i may live to regret. that perhaps all i had to do was to overlook some of my own principles.

is everything so difficult ?

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I have officially started working full time. I am now a "working adult".

It's weird, how fast and smoothly I have transited to this stage of my life. I wish that I'd encountered more struggles, so at least I would have the consolation that this whole 'putting the bread on the table' resistance was because of my young and tender age.

But alas, I find myself waking at bright and early in the morning, and settling into a routine.

One whole hour for the exact sequence every day:
1. Wake up
2. Wash up
3. Have breakfast and read the papers
4. Talk to Scruffy
5. Bathe
6. Say goodbye to Scruffy
7. Leave for work

I refuse to bring any packets of tissue paper with me, for fear that I will fall into the category of "Real Office Ladies" - the ones who reserve seats at lunch with their packets of tissue papers.

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Hello! I'm (technically at work) at Nuffnang's Music Bash in KL.

Maxis has a live blogging station, so here I am with Raine beside me hearing the deafening cheers and music blasting in the background.

Haiyah, it's live blogging so my blogging will be really substandard ok.

(By the way internet in Malaysia is generally slower than in Singapore)

I'll get Raine to say hi!

***

RAINE:
I wish I'm not a Nuffie for tonight! If that is the case, I can participate in the crazy compeitions and maybe win back a SONY PS3!! damn it!

***

Haiyah obviously she isn't very good at this "live blogging" shit either.

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Honey: Would you ever do this again, next year?
Me: NEVER.
The boys: Why not???

The first 80km was bearable. Thereafter, all the hills, granite and exhaust fumes just made the whole journey seem impossible.

I remembered thinking to myself bitterly, why did I pay $40 to put myself through all of this? or, if I give up now, would all of the other guys hate me?

And then the rain came. The cold was biting into my bones. I shivered with every pedal. It was pure torture, but somehow that was a silver lining, because the cold numbed the agony in some way. My muscles seemed to be able to go on.

We fell asleep at the void deck that we sough shelter in. I remembered dreading that I even woke up. We had to continue. Serangoon to Changi. I told myself it was just a short cycle away.

It wasn't. My shoes had water sloshing about inside. My helmet was incubating germs and sweat. I had abrasions in my nether region because of the long cycle.

But we made it! 12 hours and 127 km later, we made it!

I think this sole experience will suffice, thank you very much.

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I have three cameras. Two decent point-and-shoot ones, and an old semi-pro.

But I bring none of them out with me. Because the old Olympus semi-pro is old, which therefore translates into terribly bulky and non-lasting batteries that need charging all the time. And my compact cameras are too mediocre that I wince every single time I take a shot.

And when you own mediocre things, you tend not to use them at all. Which serves as a very important lessons on shopping for the girls: Do NOT buy clothes that you think are "okay" because chances are, you'll end up not wearing them at all!

Anyway, I recently got myself a new phone (after this), that has a built-in 5mp camera, which I now use to take pictures when I'm on the go. I know the phone takes terrible pictures too but it has an excuse - it's a phone!

Okay fine I have a warped sense of logic but somehow I feel better when I take pictures with my phone because it has permission to suck.

But here's an update of what I've been up to with these photos anyway!

#1 Taboo flea market


^ I was at Taboo, selling some of my clothes. It started raining and business got really dreary, so we went around buying stuff from the other stalls. I got myself this pair of aviators for $6 from the guys opposite us. I don't foresee myself ever wearing them again.

#2 Rainbow!


^One day I was in Chinatown for a meeting when I saw many people pointing their phones to the sky, looking like idiots. I didn't want to feel left out, so I joined them.

(I texted Ming, whom I didn't think would be interested in stuff like rainbows, but he replied me and said it was "pretty cool".)

#3 Scruffy


^I had to shave Scruffy over and over because he kept getting infested with fleas. In a last ditch attempt I brought him over to Raine's to escape the fleas. He loves Piaopiao's bed and has been curling up there whenever we pop by for a visit.


#4 'Da Mouth' Concert


^Glenn brought me to this concert in his school because they were giving out free tickets and I really loved their songs when I heard them on MTV.

I was a little miffed because he wouldn't stretch out his hands like a crazy fan to get the free autographed posters when the band members were giving them out along the aisles, where we were sitting.

#5 Kuala Lumpur


^ This is TYH. His was the first picture I took when I got the phone. We were goofing around in the office after a 3 hour meeting in KL.


Now that I've uploaded the photos, they don't look as bad as I think they are, but whatever, I need a reason to get my camera.

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I stumbled by a very lovely site, threepotatofour, selling little vintage, quirky objects. Normally I would keep all the good things to myself, but this is too good to share!

They have anything from the old-school wooden classroom ruler, to British Bus route number signs!

I was going crazy ooh-ing and aah-ing at the stuff the site has. Yeah, I'm a sucker for all things vintage.

Here are some of my favourites!

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