A little less of sisters, a little more of bliss.

I'm sitting in my dad's car. I've just ended training at 9plus in the night. I'm eating Kentucky Fried Chicken's O.R Fillet Burger meal that he claimed "was left by someone and the person forgot to take it." (Well, last week it was Macdonald's Fillet-O-Fish meal so i'm suspecting a trend here)

This is bliss.

Sometimes, people forget about what's happening right here right now and choose to focus on what they want for the future.

Yes, the future IS important, but when it comes, not a lot of people are reminded to cherish it because it is what you have fought for in the past.

And I thought further. What exactly constitutes the notion of BLISS?

Dying in happiness? Living in your ideal world? Loving someone who loves you back?

I have to say, if it were up to me, all of the above.

But the problem with some of us is, once we have an aim in life, we tend to blind ourselves to the other good things that happen. We lament, we complain, we sigh and we cry.

That's just because we are forgetful creatures. We forget about the things we already have. We forget that we've built walls, climbed mountains, ran marathons, forged alliances during our quests.

Bliss is being able to see the strength that you already have, as well as the ones that people give to you, and giving yourself credit for it.

Then you will be able to say, "I do, I do actually lead a Blessed life."

Crying Buckets.

Adam Sandler has no "laugh out loud until your sides split" antics in Click.

But I loved it.

Not at the moment where the dog humps the duck, not at the moment where his boss tastes shit, not at the moment with the speedo guy in the speedo underwear, not at the moment he flaps his skin and not at the moments where one is obliged to laugh.

Those moments took a backseat.

I have never sat through an Adam Sandler movie feeling sad, touched, overwhelmed. And even though some parts of the movie are the cliched moments of regret, tears still streamed down automatically.

I'm warning you. Loads of tissues please.

Caffeine don't work on me.

I had a cuppa of ice-blended coffee in the evening at TCC, but it didn't seem to do the trick. I end up reaching home a frustrated, droopy-eyed girl.

Mostly because I lugged a >2kg* laptop to school and discovered that the stupid nincompoopy computer cannot go online without any wires.

And I thought I could skive during lectures.

I ended up super tired after yesterday's basketball session with Charlene Su and gang. Tired, but satisfied.

Charlene is going off to Belgium for a semester and it seems to be quite a long time.

Belgium Chocolates comes to mind this instant.

Really tired and dillusional I guess.

Tomorrow's a super duper long day for me, I swear. First training which I really must strive to do well, then 2 tuitions back to back.

Oh give me my Sunday to rest. I'll rest like a log then.

Playing hookey.

Oh, the aches and the pain and the knock on my head!

School has been good to me these days, although the assignments are coming in like bullets from a machine gun.

Oh! Random Thought! Did you read this quote by Paris Hiltion? Totally inspiring I tell you.

"I, like, cry when I listen to it, so it's good."
- Paris Hilton on her first album.

Wow. Either she's living in a bubble, or she's really deaf and stupid, at least that is what I think.

Amazing.

My Music Show

Now let's start this entry by warming up my audience. I currently own a BMW*. Cool eh?

(*BMW- Bus Mrt Walk)

Sheesh.

Hadn't had a very good week, because in the middle of it I had aches and a bout of flu. My nose was blocked and everytime I stepped into Lecture Theatre, the cold dry air seemed to make my illness worse. So much for Singapore being an air-conditioned nation.

And here's a random part of a song.
Fell in love with a boy
I fell in love once and almost completely
He's in love with the world
And sometimes these feelings can be so misleading
He turns and says, "Are you alright?"
Oh, I must be fine cause my heart's still beating
Come and kiss me by the riverside,
Sarah says it's cool, she don't consider it cheating

The title is "Fell in Love with a Boy" by Joss Stone. It's a relatively old song (well, anything beyond 5 months nowadays can be considered passe even) but I only caught the MTV by chance today. In the past I didn't really catch the lyrics, but today I thought that there was something special about them.

Especially like the twist in the last sentance "Sarah says it's cool she don't consider it cheating".

Hopefully there's people out there who do like to analyse lyrics, just like me. Songs that doesn't have good lyrics are a turn off to me. Hmm, maybe that's why I don't really like those dance tunes, because they become repetitive and stale after like, 30 seconds.

I love quirky, poignant and stinging lyrics the best.

Stacy, do you remember when I mowed your lawn? (mowed your lawn)
Your mom came out with just a towel on (towel on)
I could tell she liked me from the way she stared (the way she stared)
And the way she said, "You missed a spot over there" (a spot over there)
-Stacy's Mom by Fountains of Wayne

Isn't it funny, and fresh for a change? Reflects the changing perspective of youngsters that it's OKAY to like older women.

Hey Julie,
Look what they're doing to me
Trying to trip me up
Trying to wear me down
Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it
And I'd never make it through without you around
-Hey Julie by Fountains of Wayne

Another song by Fountains of Wayne. This one is super catchy. I heard it once on my iPOD GIANT, and liked it. It's good to hear something other than the usual run-of-the-mill "I love you and wonder if you love me too" fare.

Which, by the way reminds me of this fabulous singer Corrine May.

But out on the street
it starts to pourand before i get soaking wet
,A total stranger runs to give methe jacket off his back
I turn around to thank him
But he waves me with a smile
I can hardly believe my eyes
He puts on a halo and starts to fly
- An angel in Disguise by Corrine May

I had a dream that i was falling from the sky
At 90 miles an hour
I was bound to crash and die
But out of nowhere you came and rescued me
There must be some grace
in the touch of your face
I'm so happy that I've found you
I'm no longer afraid
-Save Me by Corrine May

'cause I dont know
where your journey goes
or how long it takes to unfold
But as long as we keep this moment shining in the dark
I will be watching over every beat of your heart
-Every beat of My Heart by Corrine May

Even though lyrics need not be the factor that makes or breaks a song, it is still a core in a song, not a necessity but a complement.

From a floating cannonball....

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball
-Cannonball by Damian Rice

....to having a really rough time...

Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
-Bay day by Daniel Powter

... to uexpected f-words in a song....

Here we go, we're at the beginning
We haven't fucked yet, but my heads spinning
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you
It's inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it
So tell me
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you
- Why Can't I by Liz Phair

... to too many F-words in a song...

Fuck what I said it dont mean shit n't I breathe whenever I think about you
now
Fuck the presents might as well throw em out
Fuck all those kisses, they didn't mean jack
Fuck you, you hoe, I dont want you back
- F___ it (Don't want you back) By Eamon

... to hiding something inside your clothes...

Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the thingsI deserve
For being such
A good girl honey
-Underneath Your Clothes by Shakira

...to never surrendering...

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
- White Flag by Dido

..to a haunting colour....

I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all "Yellow."

Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know for you,
I'd bleed myself dry for you,
I'd bleed myself dry.
- Yellow by Coldplay

...to a semi autobiography of a white rapper...

I'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you, I
never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'mcleanin' out my closet, {one more time},
I said i'm sorry mama, I never meant to hurt you,
I never meant to make you cry, but tonight i'm cleanin' out my closet...
-Cleanin Out my Closet by Eminem

... to politics...

Don't want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.
-American Idiot By GreenDay

... and many more.

This has been Deanna, on her music show.

Demons of my Dying Days

I'm really superly (If there's such a word) tired of having to take the train from home to Boon Lay, be at Boon Lay bus interchange 30 minutes before my lecture, queueing in the very long queue that stretches very very far (you'll be amazed) and still end up being late for my lecture.

And it's only been a week.

In the near future, I think i will totally resent the cold, hard seats of the mrt train, the "Door Closing" announcements, the bacteria-filled glass wall that commuters lean on, and already, I hate the big fat stupid clock that hangs in every station.

Psychology I know.

I dozed off today during my first lecture this morning. went home to complain to my mum and dad, but my mum attributed it to lack of sleep and urged me to "come home straight after school and don't go anywhere else".

But, it ain't about the lack of sleep. It's the exhaustive ride to school that is causing my fatigue.

I'm not miserable in school. I'm not a miserable loner in school. It's just that, I really hate it when it's time to go home.

Cos Home to me now, is far far away.

So the dials of time has started to turn, and we are no longer who we were.

Yesterday. someone made a boo-boo (and I insist it wasn't me) and I was left stranded along a stretch of road, drenched because somebody up there decided to make things more dramatic and called for the rain to come.

If not for Gwen, I would have been alone. And nobody likes to be alone.

She was very nice, let me into her house, cooked noodles for me and all, and her mum talked to me a great deal before I had to leave for school. Because of that, my day went along fine. THANKS GWENNIE!

Of Scheduling Conflicts and Unforseen Circumstances.

My first week of school has come and gone, and there's so much I haven't done. The holiday mood is still there, lingering and hovering about.

I can still smell "Holiday".

Which of course, is bad. Another bad thing is I suck at making new friends. I have made some, but I scurry away when class ends. Just like old times eh, s21?

Anyway, the Philips Singapore Cup tournament has began and ended, and I have been going to the Singapore Indoor Stadium for the entire 3 days of the event.

But I am always late and have never watched the first match of the day for all 3 days.

Due to forseen and unforseen circumstances.

My grandma has just been admitted to the hospital because she suffered from a mild stroke. But I thank the heavens that she's still mobile. She has to slowly regain the use of her right hand, but at least it still is functional. I'm so grateful for that.

















This Argentinian in blue is Gwen's favourite, Carlos Delfino.




And this Argentinian No.5 on the left is what most people are here to see- Manu Ginobili. Jas and Char's favourite.

Yuen and Leanne didn't have any favourites, either that or I don't know who.

On the right is Spain's No. 8, Grace's favourite.

And my personal favourite? The spitfire. The MVP of the entire tournament. The menace of the court with his amber fin and accurate 3 point shooting.




Juan Carlos Navarro. Jersey number 7.
3 point shots- Record high.
Technical Fouls- One


So in conclusion, this tournament was very fun and entertaining, cos we all got courtside seats which allowed us to see our favourites up close.

And supper after the games every night was fun fun fun!!

Back to school now. Drawl.

No FIREWORKS FOR YOU, MR JERKFACE!

The only place where Boon Lay and Bishan are within 5metres of each other is in the Index to Places in Singapore.

So, it's my official first day of school in Nanyang Technological University as a School of Communication and Information student.

I got to know a few people in my course, so it's not all bad.

Onward! Onward!

(1.5 hour train rides are really wearing me down, even if i only took it for 2 days.)

An arm and a leg.

If I were a debt collector, you won't have to call me "Ah Long", which is what they call loansharks. You can just call me "Ah Rong"

"Eh,the Ah Rong is here to collect money le. Eh, don't run away!!"

Do I have to explain why is this the case? Because my name is Deanna Tan Li Rong.

Can laugh already le. No need to "keng". "Keng" will result in constipation. Constipation will cause stale shit to be toxic.

Yes, this is my brand of humour. It is what they call wordplay. I like wordplay. It's not swordplay. It's just wordplay.

Wordplay ain't lame. It's CHARADES, my dear sister, that is spectacularly lame.

Brain food?

I'm sitting down, staring blankly at this computer screen of mine. Any moment now, my eyes will hurt from the bright lights of the Liquid Crystal Display. Blogging. What business is this?

I have a choice to make my blog personal. I have a choice to make it poignant, into a sonnet of my life. I have an option to talk about stuff that matter to me, even if it doesn't concern you.

I'm rattling. I'm going on and on. I'm typing non-stop. I'm on a roll. Stop me, stop me now.

I'm a person left to my own devices. I look around, feeding on literature, books, words, knowledge like a parasite in my own suckfest. I vomit words that are long, enormous, huge, deep, I am my own thesauras.

I sing. I sing with pride, much like I do any other day to the tune of the National Anthem. I sing with gusto, with love and with my heart beating widly for my country. I am a patriot.

I'm not making sense. I'm not making friends, too. My university life beckons. I buckle in fear. Nightmares of the past haunts me. I do not weep, I am not meek. I am a person who uses her own devices.

I'm rambling. I'm not Rambo, but I ramble. I have no M-18 rifles, no assualt rifles, no guns, no silencer, no bayonet, no swords and I will not commit Hari Kari.

It's a landslide. Beautiful disaster. The world, our beautiful disaster. Now, I can't say beautiful disaster because it's Kelly Clarkson's song. Avril Lavigne. Marriage. Sk8ter Boi love child perhaps.

This is me being intelligent. A fine line seperates that and Homer Simpson.

I ate fish today. This is the explanation for my weird behaviour.