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| Okayy. So i have been wanting to blog for sometime but i guess i was never in the mood to blog. I realise keeping an online diary is kinda difficult for me as there are some things i want to share to the public and some things that i want to keep private. For your information i do keep a diary which i write about random stuff and random feelings of mine which i hope no one reads it lol! As for today, i've been questioning myself on why i find it difficult to keep up with blogging. The answer is as of the above. I really want to keep up with blogging though, at least one entry everyday. Oh well i've been saying the same thing about keeping up with blogging every time i have the mood to blog.
Well this time I thrive to keep up. I no longer want to write about how i have nothing to blog about. I'll just blog about anything starting from today. I'm blogging to express myself. I'll be flatter if u happen to stumble upon my "mr. average joe" blog and find some entertainment in here. And who knows maybe one day some great publisher might just publish my blog in to a book *dreams* just like u know "The Diary of a Young Girl" by Anne Frank. Well in that case, my book would be named " The Diary of a Young Lady" by Anna Teoh. LOL! Yeah yeah, i'm not so muka tebal consider myself a girl lah at least:S. I call myself a lady kay!wtf. I'm already 21 anyways, although i kinda do not want to be 21.
Anyways, I have a too many things to worry these days. I hope my hair won't turn white so soon=S. I do not even know where to start. I haven't apply to any university. I emailed one of them unis and no reply from some blardy tart. HOW FRUSTRATING! and i haven't prepared my portfolio. Another thing i need to worry is my IELTS. I think i should take the IELTS exam right ?? well i understand that i'm asking a question without an answer because like no one would read this.wtf. There's a whole lot of things that needed to be done and i'm slacking my way off. Preparing PORTFOLIO and emailing the potential Unis. Oh dear there are lots to do. I keep complaining and getting upset about the whole lot of work to be done, yet i haven't started anything. What the fck is wrong with you Anna Teoh!? Fucking start work already.Time is running out, what are you thinking??Damn. I want to produce a presentable portfolio. At least lah not so memalukan.
Oh oh! and i put on some weight=(. What a sad thing right?! I know i know. You dont have to remind me. I don't like it as well. I've reduced on my food intake and i did exercise for 1/2 and hr yesterday..and... 1kg down! BUT! Stupid fatty me go spoil the whole plan because I had a huge plate of fried rice during dinner. You know rice = carbohydrate = FATS! Argh! and I was too full and lazy to jog! Excuses! Why am i just not determine enough? Why am i always hungry? I blame the hormone pills. Well hopefully tomorrow I'll do what i suppose to do.
Oh Oh again! I broke my hair dryer so i go to work with messy hair nowadays. I do have a straightener but i don't dare use it too often as it may be quite damaging to the hair. Yeah so i have to bersabar la till i get a new hair dryer which will take some time because i have to save up to buy one. I don't buy the normal hair dryers because usually the output of the air is like soooo little and takes like ages for my hair to dry. So yeah, i'm gonna save up and buy those huge big ones like those they use in hair salons which is the type similar to my broken hair dryer which i'm so used to. Well i realize i kinda got off my initial topic.lol. I was suppose to tell you, I went to the restaurant for dinner today with Gilna and my messy hair. Guess who I saw? I saw my kinda- cute hair stylist, Brandon. EEeeeek, it was kinda memalukan because I have messy hair and it has been almost 6 months since I last had my hair. I mean, I malu lah because i remembered he told me to go back 3 months after my haircut.. and it's been 6 months! When i first noticed him i avoided and i think he didn't notice me walking pass. However, when i finished eating and had to pass by that same particular spot, he was still there! He was looking right at me so i had no choice but to say hi. Manatau, he didn't recognise me.=_="" But anyways, during the whole conversation i was like telling him about how i want to keep my hair long and explaining to him why i didn't go for a haircut and all. Basically, i was a little embarrassed because i didn't go for my haircut on time and don't plan to anytime soon.
Anyways, i'm done for today. I'm gonna sleep now. I'm having insomnia(however u spell it). I don't sleep well but i still try to just lay on my bed and relax. Yeah so, i'm gonna do that, hopefully i'll blog again tomorrow. See ya. Nites.<3
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| The Punk Rock Romeo and Juliet I'm referring today would be Sid Vicious and his girlfriend Nancy Spungen. If you haven't heard of Sid Vicious, he's was the bass player of the legendary british rock band Sex Pistols. His name was originally John Simon Richie.
I got fascinated by Sid & Nancy's love story, it gave me this indescribable overwhelming feeling. That's why I decided to blog about them today. Hollywood even made a film of them in 1986. It was directed by Alex Cox.
So here you go, here's the story of Sid and Nancy.
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Sid & Nancy
Raised in southern England by his mother, Anne Beverly, a troubled single mother who had her own history of heroin
use, Sid was lonelier offstage than his bad-boy persona suggested.
"Deep down he was a shy person," wrote photographer
Dennis Morris in a pictorial history of the band, 1991's Never
Mind the Bollocks. "I think he was frightened of the audiences.
. . . Sometimes he showed no emotion at all." At 16, after
his first few one-night stands, says Beverley, Sid told her, "Mum,
I don't know what people see in sex. I don't get anything out
of it."
The daughter of an upper-middle-class Philadelphia businessman,
Nancy had problems "almost since birth," says her mother,
Deborah Spungen. "She was volatile." An emotionally
disturbed high school grad, she abused drugs and repeatedly attempted
suicide. But when she met the 19-year-old John Simon Ritchie in
1977 at a friend's London flat, she could hardly be described
as aimless. "Nancy came to England with the express wish,
much like a groupie, to bed a Sex Pistol," says Pamela Rooke,
a buddy of Sid's who was working at a punk clothing shop on London's
trendy Kings Road at the time. "And in a way, Sid was easy
meat."
Nancy, who had worked as a prostitute in London, figured out
how to turn him on. They moved into Rooke's flat, not far from
Buckingham Palace, sharing a mattress on the dining room floor.
"Everybody wanted to be with Sid, but unfortunately he came
with Nancy," says Rooke, now a veterinary nurse on the southern
coast of England. "She was unbelievably thick-skinned, one
of the most unlikable people I've met. Everybody could see through
her--except Sid."
The two were archetypally codependent. "Sid didn't have
any normal, ordinary relationships, and I think the sex part overtook
him," says Rooke. "I always saw him as being the child
to Nancy as mum. She was one of those doting people, and he had
never had that in his life." Predictably, Nancy's overbearing
presence soon led to friction with the band. Lead singer John
Lydon (then billed as Johnny Rotten) "would plead with him
to get rid of her, but to Sid she was like a crutch," writes
Morris. "When they were together he was like a kitten, but
without her he would go crazy." In time, says Nils Stevenson,
the Sex Pistols' tour manager, Sid came to "dislike everything--
except heroin and Nancy." Things came to a head in 1978,
on the Pistols' only major tour. Throughout the American concert
dates, Sid "was erratic," according to Morris. "No
one knew why. It seemed he missed Nancy. Sometimes he wouldn't
eat at all. He'd drink heavy and take lots of drugs." Fed
up, John flew back to Britain halfway through the tour. Nancy
joined Sid in New York City.
After the couple moved into the Chelsea Hotel in August, their
relationship took an even stormier turn. "There was a violent
episode four days before she died," says Deborah Spungen.
"She said he'd been hitting her. I spent the next days worrying.
And then she didn't call. And never called again."
On the morning of Oct. 12, responding to a report of a domestic
dispute, police entered their Chelsea Hotel room and found Spungen,
clad in blood-soaked bra and panties, crumpled under the bathroom
sink, dead of a single, deep stab wound to her abdomen. Sid, in
a drugged haze, was charged with her murder and released on $50,000
bail. In several telephone calls to Deborah Spungen after his
arrest, Sid "never said he was sorry," she recalls.
"He never said anything about it happening at all."
Ten days later, Sid attempted suicide, slashing the full length
of his forearm with a knife and reportedly screaming, "I
want to be with my Nancy! I want to be left alone!"
After Nancy's death, Beverley flew to Manhattan to be with
her son who, despite a stint in rehab, was still nursing his drug
habit. On Feb. 1, 1979, fearful that he would be arrested in a
drug buy on the street, she bought a supply of heroin for him,
and was with him in the Greenwich Village apartment of a friend
that night while he injected it. Afterward, "I swear to God
he appeared to have a pink aura around his whole body," she
remembers. The next morning, when she brought him a cup of tea,
"he was lying there quite peacefully. I shook him until I
realized he was very cold and very dead."
Late one night, a few days later, Beverley climbed the wall
to a cemetery outside Philadelphia and, against the wishes of
the Spungen family, scattered her son's ashes in the snow over
Nancy's grave. Although authorities never officially determined
whether Sid's death was by accident or design, Anne Beverley has
little doubt. As evidence, she offers the worn piece of paper
on which Sid scrawled a poem, simply titled "Nancy,"
to his departed love: "You were my little baby girl/And I
knew all your fears/Such joy to hold you in my arms/And kiss away
your tears/But now you're gone/There's only pain/And nothing I
can do/And I don't want to live this life/If I can't live for
you."
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Heres some images of the real Sid & Nancy:
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| Hey!
Yeah, I'm back to using Xanga! Sorry for the moving here and there. I moved back because Xanga actually supports the advertlets ad! My 'sis' Melvin helped me with the codes on Xanga. Credits to Melvin=). *Applause*. What a noob i am. Haha. I thought it doesn't support the advertlets code therefore i switched to blogspot. Anyways, it's good to be back here=)! However, my page design is once again messed up=(. No worries, I will redo it in a few days time=). Come to think of it, I suck with html codes. -_-""
Yeah, my earlier post was about Advertlets.com which is on my blogspot site. I decided to write one more on it. It's more or less the same, so you dont have to go back to my blogspot to read it=).
Advertlets is a company where they pay us bloggers for posting the ad banner on our blogs. Every click your blog visitors click on the ad, is money to the blogger. Interesting eh? Yeah, I have to admit, I'm a little money crazy these days. Haha!
However, I think Advertlets had a good idea and did a great job. Personally I dont think it's a fraud for it doesn't require any bank account information. All they need is your address and name, and by the end of every month, when your earnings has reach to a certain amount they will mail you the check. Simple as that. So I thought, why not give it a try? Hehe.
So yeah, if you happen to pass by and read this, don't hesitate to click on the ad! If you notice I have one on the right, one on the left, and another one on the bottom of my page. It will be much appreciated if you click it. At least it will help me earn a few cents. ^^
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| My dear readers,
I am moving my blog from Xanga to Blogspot for certain reasons.
So please redirect to www.annacyian.blogspot.com.
See ya there! Cheers!=D
<3 anna
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| I'm addicted to the Hitoiro song. The song is beautiful in its own way. Currently trying to learn though!
However, learning attempt failed. Haha. It's a japanese song and it's quite fast i cant catch up. It gets me toungue tied seriously.
Dear blog,
I had a pleasant surprise today! Early in the morning! You-know-who text msged me. That alone seriously made my day! So yeah, i had a great day .
I suck so much at blogging i seriously do not know what else to write.
I wouldn't want to write how i spent time at times square. It's lame.
I yearn for sushi right now. Damn.
Right, here's the Hitoiro song lyrics I'm learning, complete with translation,
Romaji
Mata hitohira hanabira ga chigireru
Kaze wo tomeru chikara wa nai
Mukou gishi de naki kuzureru kimi ni
Semete mono hanamuke ni nare
Ano hi no yakusoku wa wasurete ii yo
Tada hitoashi norisugoshita ai ga
Naze konna ni subete hikisaku
Mata hitosuji hoshikuzu ga nagareru
Toki wo tomeru chikara nante nai kara
Inori wo sasagena yo hitotsu de ii yo
Jibun no shiawase wo negaeba ii yo
Onaji iro no itami wo yurushiatte
Chigau iro no ayamachi wo semeta
Onaji iro no akari wo tomoshiatte
Chigau iro no tobira wo kakushita
Ima kimi no tame ni iroaseta hana ga chiru
Ima kimi no tame ni iroaseta hoshi ga chiru
Sono yume no naka de oyasumi
Ato hitosaji iresokoneta ai ga
Naze konna ni subete kuruwasu
Mou hitoare kisou na machikado
Kizu wo kabau kasa nante nai kara
Deguchi wo mitsukena yo hitotsu de ii yo
Jibun no shiawase wo sagaseba ii yo
Onaji iro no rizumu wo kizamiatte
Chigau iro no ashioto wo keshita
Onaji iro no keshiki wo egakiatte
Chigau iro no kiseki wo tozashita
Ima kimi no tame ni iroaseta yoru ga chiru
Ima kimi no tame ni irozuita asa ga kuru
Sono yume no naka de oyasumi
Sweet dreams, baby
Sweet dreams, baby
Dokoka de itsuka mata deaetara
Yarinaoseru ka na? Tsuzuki wa aru no?
Risetto dekinai jikan ni oikosarete shimau
Nakanaide yasashisa to yowasa wa chigau yo nee
Onaji iro no itami wo yurushiatte
Chigau iro no ayamachi wo semeta
Onaji iro no akari wo tomoshiatte
Chigau iro no tobira wo kakushita
Ima kimi no tame ni irozuita hana ga saku
Ima kimi no tame ni irozuita hoshi ga furu
Sono yume no naka de oyasumi
Sweet dreams, baby
Sweet dreams, baby
English
Another single flower petal is torn off
And I don't have the power to stop the wind
As you break down crying on the far shore
This is the least I can give you in parting
You can forget the promise we made that day
How can a love that was just a step too late
Tear everything apart like this?
Once again the stardust flows
And I don't have the power to stop time
Say a prayer, you only need one
It's okay to wish for your own happiness
We allowed pain of the same color
While condemning mistakes of a different color
We lit fires of the same color
While hiding doors of a different color
Now a faded flower scatters for you
Now a faded star scatters for you
In your dreams, good night
How can a spoonful of love that got left out
Ruin everything like this?
On the street corner, it looks like another squall will hit
And I don't have an umbrella to guard my wounds
Find the exit, you only need one
It's okay to search for your own happiness
We beat rhythms of the same color
While silencing footsteps of a different color
We painted scenery of the same color
While shutting away seasons of a different color
Now a faded night scatters for you
Now a colored morning comes for you
In your dreams, good night
Sweet dreams, baby
Sweet dreams, baby
If someday we meet somewhere again
Will we be able to try again? Is there anything left?
Time's about to overtake us, but we can't reset it
Don't cry, kindness isn't weakness
We allowed pain of the same color
While condemning mistakes of a different color
We lit fires of the same color
While hiding doors of a different color
Now a colored flower blooms for you
Now a colored star falls for you
In your dreams, good night
Sweet dreams, baby
Sweet dreams, baby
Alright, let's call it a day. Lazy bum, i should be doing my PRAYER.
Ahh, well then The Prayer shall be postpone to tomorrow night.=]
Sleep well.
Love Anna.
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