Chasing Pavements

For those of you who listen to Adele, yes, I shamelessly stole the title off her song.

She's too inspiring for me not to use her song title. I mean, Chasing Pavements? Who the heck would've thought of that? She's so cool to have made sense by just singing those two words.

Ah well, technically, I'm turning 24 in another 48 hours yet here I am, depressed, writing this stupid blog that no one reads at freaking 11.55pm on a freaking weekday knowing that I have to wake up at 6am with a hangover. FYI, I'm fully sober despite the LIT, Bailey's and some Irish green thingy which I have no freaking idea what the hell was in it.

I gotta stop all these. I know. And it ain't helping with my diet plan either.

It's one of those days when you feel that nothing works anymore and you gotta move on. But how?

To describe in short, let's use the help of James Morrison.

The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore

I've been twisting and turning in a space that's too small 

I've been drawing the line and watching it fall 

You've been closing me in, closing the space in my heart 

Watching us fading and watching it all fall apart  

Well I can't explain why it's not enough 

'Cause I gave it all to you 

And if you leave me now Oh just leave me now 

It's the better thing to do  It's time to surrender 

It's been too long pretending 

There's no use in trying 

When the pieces don't fit anymore 

The pieces don't fit here anymore  

Well you pulled me under so I had to give in 

Such a beautiful mess that's breaking my skin 

Well I hide all the bruises, I hide all the damage that's done 

But I show how I'm feeling until all the feeling has gone   

Well I can't explain why it's not enough 

'Cause I gave it all to you And if you leave me now 

Oh just leave me now It's the better thing to do  

Well it's time to surrender It's too long pretending 

There's no use in trying When the pieces don't fit anymore 

The pieces don't fit anymore  Oh don't misunderstand how I feel 

'Cause I've tried, yes I've tried 

But still I don't know why 

No I don't know why I don't know why  

The pieces don't fit anymore.

So, in conclusion, Adele and James Morrison ROCK! 

Goodnight world. Wish you all happiness:)

Is Money Really Everything?

So I was at the airport waiting for my flight and my phone made an annoying sound that forced me to read the SMS that was coming in. It read:

"Is money really everything, and can it buy happiness?"

I was like, now that was random. Hence, I replied;

"Well, money is certainly NOT everything and it can only buy TEMPORARY happiness and the ultimate happiness is to find someone who's 99.9% compatible to share your wealth with."

NOTE: Just in case you're wondering what the hell TEMPORARY happiness meant, its the kinda high that you get when you've always wanted that Gucci bag and then you finally got it:) Usually, the high withers after 48hours or so.

Obviously the reply I got next was:

"That's even more confusing, but thanks."

To those who are working to earn a living, I'm sure this question popped in your head at least once. Everyone wants more money. New car, a big house, diamond rings, an 8,000 bucks gold plated pen and the list goes on.

The more you earn, the more you spend.

Imagine having EVERYTHING. And I mean, EVEEERRRYYTHINGGGG. Designer clothes, designer bags, designer furnitures, a tennis court in you own home, Ferraris, home cinema, big ass jacuzzi pool, everything LAH. But, despite all the luxuries, you're alone. What's the point?

OK. So some might argue, assuming a dude, he'd say, "Women will always want me what? I very rich wann. Can buy her whatever she wants."

Yeah sure, of course she would want him. But only because of his money-not because of a person he is. He can buy a hot supermodel girlfriend, a wife even, but he can never buy love.

Which boils down to cliche - The ultimate happiness is to be able to love someone unconditionally and be loved back.

No love, no happiness.

So at last I replied:

"I guess the answer to both of your questions would be - NO."

Rain, Rain, GO AWAY.

Wow..it's been quite a while since I last wrote. My fingers feel very alien to this keyboard. (crack fingers & stretch). Well, let's see what i have left in blogging (not that I do much of it anyway.kecoh je..)

Ahemm...

It's raining and I'm feeling lazy. So after 30 mins and 8 seconds of staring at the wall, I began reminiscing about what have I achieved so far in life...


I have to say, I did quite well. I'm sure you're doing alright too:)

Oh, how life has changed in so many ways. There was primary school, then the unforgettable angry kid high school times, still angry kid-but-less-angry-than-high-school university days and just when you thought life is so cool when you finally graduated, happily camwhoring with the oversized robe and all, there comes the WORKING LIFE. Arghhhhh!!

Oh dear, looking back I had so much to complain. (now pon actually but mostly during PMS-ey days je la..)

That made me realize something.
All we do is complain, complain, complain.

Sometimes we're so caught up in complaining that we forget to see the beauty of life.
How things happen for a reason and life works in mysterious ways.

Life is crazy. At least for me. And I wouldn't want it any other way.


One day it's wonderful, the next could be hell. But it's an adventure.

This was the last I wrote online. I've deleted my friendster account but the blog is still there:
amirajehan.blog.friendster.com