When you are being lead to another, you would not complain. This is complete trash by the way.

It's just simple impossible to ignore this temptation of mine, so if you feel nauseated by my endless bickering of how I found the Beatles trully amusing I recommend you to take it out on the toilet. Or so it happens, 'the Time Traveller's Wife' had been the catalyst of this desire.

Since the day I had lended a sympethetic ear to one of my friend's most recommended band, I had fell into the world of beatlemania, which is pretty much kept alive by faithful fans of few different generations, even today. From then on, I could relate to so many things in the medias - parodies, jokes, facts, anologies, whatever.

It's pretty much safe to enlist them into one of my favourite bands. I have listened and researched so much about them to develop a personal dislike. Just like my father did but now he once said to me, "I had enough of John Lennon to last a lifetime." I wonder if a few months from now or perhaps a year or two at the most, I would say the same thing.

Nevermind now. My intentions to talk about the Beatles was trashed. I end up bickering about the present and how I found it. Just basically it. But that's the art of it. My indecisiveness is my own true strength.

A blog is where you store your whatever, but that does not mean a statement should be neglected.

Just a side thought: I write a post full of bollocks.

I was falling, when I personally thought I was Headsteady forwards : English, you take me by surprise.

What would you do if you are caught in between two different education systems?

I had my fair share of experience. It was a bright sunny day, and my first year in an international school and of course I was more or less nervous of everything for the first few months. I was being extremely careful with my work, I did not know how to get along well with anyone yet, and spent break times often in the library.

Fortunately enough, all of my living sorrows fades off and I gain more friends and scare my culture shocks away. I have earned equal recognitions in my subjects like my skills in art, my dedication in History and as such. Teachers never really had a problem with me. Soon enough, I was moved to the highest English set, because of my potential. But that's when it all begun.

I've always had been one of the few students who create wonders to scoring high marks in my local schools, never failing my teacher's great expectations. At least until it happened. In my hands, written in bloodshot red, was my first 'D' in an English Paper. I chucked it straight into the bin, 'a mere practice paper'. I thought and it was. What I did not notice was that all my confidence that I had built up during these past few years had been chucked away with it. It results in failure and desperation. Finally, as I received my SATS results, It's not much of a surprise to see that I have gotten a level 6. 'Maybe it's a blessing in disguise', I thought optimistically, 'Maybe now I will move down a set or two in English to be compatible with the other students who are the same level as I am, and build my confidence there'.

Deja vu cursed me for another year round of the same thing. I was pleasantly surprise to hear my name getting called out in the listed of students in the highest top set for English. Pleasantly surprised, yet horrified. Interlocked between two brave options, I decided that could not do anything, but to adapt and try my very best.

I tried my best, but I was slipping and tumbling all the while. My greatest effort only boosted me to solid B, which is all I can get, but that is not satisfying enough. Everyday I was traumatised by the eary sounds of good English. Of creative opinions, and spot-on answers. I became jealous too, but I gave up trying too hard in the middle of it - as I keep letting my guards down. I staggered to this day, at the thought of English classes... and what my parents did, in the parents teachers evening one day, they had summoned the knights and saved my life from my endless bickerings.

They had suggested me taking the iGCSE course whilst still running with my GCSE course to not let all of last year's in waste. iGCSE, was profoundly and amazingly JUST LIKE what I did in Malaysia! I was home, and all of a sudden, all the confidence that I have lost a year or two ago came rushing in to me while I did my iGCSE practice paper.

I am not taking A Levels for English, that is for certain. But no matter the things I have planned for next academic year, I still have to take both English exams...

..and here I stand, my swords sharpened, no white knights. Just me against the earthly beast that slithers towards me with its frightening sharp slick scales - my own enemy. My own fears. My own victory.

Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds

Okay, so hopefully everyone is familiar with the band called the Beatles, or at least heard the name somewhere before right? I had my blow from the so-called revolutionary music mifters 2 months ago when my friend gave me about 180 songs in my flashdisc, when I was too humble to decline and thought - hey why don't I give it a try, since I heard them somewhere before, though I clearly had no clue who they are or their impact on the musical history.

Anyway, as the weeks come an go I grew more obsessed, and knew more about them than I ever did before. These are in fact, talented young local lads from Liverpool who had successfully grip the hearts of music lovers al around the globe. They are responsible for the British Revolution in America (Yes, believe it or not the Crime Rates even dropped rapidly whenever they were on show!), for the foundation of rock and pop that we appreciate nowadays, and of course not to forget the mop-top hairstyle that exists to this day however they modify them to. You could find some of their popular songs covered by famous celebrities and bands of today!

Despite their widely celebreated endless list of musical contributions still significant in our age, they do have their bad sides. Their songs, though catchy and so full of power and easy to dance to, are not as innocent as they may seem. The Beatles's mind set is heavily influenced by addictive drugs, which might explain the catchy random phrases in the lyrics. For example, one of their famous tracks, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds - it talks of innocent love, but if you take the Capitals out of the sentence, what is it spelt? LSD is one of those drugs John regularly taken during his times in the studio, notice the trance-y elements of the song : the space sound effect, the imageries 'kaleidoscope', it sort of brings you to that imaginary world that keeps buoyant from facing reality. It's not just Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, it's other celebrated songs as well like I'm the Walrus - the ones that kids easily could sing a long and play a game of who-is-the-eggman.

Thus concludes it - I am not stating that the Beatles are complete druggies, they are not. They deserve equal respect because of their daring personality to show the world their true capabilities, and teach a good lesson to the world not to be afraid to put forward your craziest creations and experimentations, and who would complain that music would not be as it is today if it's not for them then? But I believe that they should not get away with over-the-top praises as they are not as 'godly' as some people who are completely unaware of this might think they are.

Though this does not change my love for their music at all, it does not stop me from appreciating their creations. They are still the best though, aren't they?

I plunged into the pool of whatever, seeking an answer.

Sir Paul McCartney, in an interview in an old issue of Readers Digest, when asked about his song 'When I'm Sixty-Four' and the reality of his age, he answered that he is actually two years younger than what his Birth Certificate suggested - and so he isn't 67 at all, he is 65.

After reading a the four page interview about one of the members of my decidedly favourite band of at that moment, I turned on my computer and logged onto Wikipedia for more information about his personal life and acheivements, since I had nothing better to do in the holidays.

It was not until I reached the end of the page did I fall into a sudden rush of interest: The Great Cover Up. The Rumour that the real Paul McCartney died, and was replaced by a look alike, who happens to have some talent in music. I could not abstain myself, so pulled the white flag instead. With a priviledge of having the ultimate access to the internet, I dived into the resent world of theories, clues and biased suggestions of the Death Hoax.

So interested, I looked over websites, finding evidences in picture albums, watched youtube videos, zoomed in pictures and many presents a load of rubbish but surprisingly not all.

It all begins with a song.

Introducing my compilement series of non-date specific memories and/or findings of everything and anything!

It may not comply with your interest and I might not dice my words properly as it should sound, but this is where I will pour my thoughts, knowledge, findings, random little stories, whatever. It's just simply because I don't know where else to trash it to. Word Document is not user friendly enough, and just the layout of it reminds me of my project-constructing, coursework-writing and all that of educational purposes. So am rather comfortable with Blogger, as long as they keep it alive, as long as they don't delete all my post and I will be mighty crossed.