My Journal

Tracked since 30th July 2009

... to be irrationally annoyed when no one compliments your brand new dress.

... to order your favourite takeaway, over and over and over.

... to be weirdly obsessed with miniature shampoos, fun-sized chocolate bars, mini mascaras etc.

... to have a "to hell with it" moment and leave your car in an inner-city car park overnight.

... to be outraged when a friend steals your Baby Name which you have claimed since you were 12.

... if you "forget" to reply to boring texts.



I adore Glamour Magazine. It provides for such a euphoric read while you're on the throne. By the way, my Baby Name is Emma. Don't let me catch you.

... you lady, cursing at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do
But, I wish someone had talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you...

Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
I took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me

Please lady, please lady, don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived million lies

Oh, I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht
I've moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by Kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't supposed to see
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me

Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete
But I took the sweet life, I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
Hey lady
I've been to paradise,
But I've never been to me

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So great to holler to this with VV, Victoria, Kimchi and Selamat; at the brink of Tuesday's twilight, between boutique delights and poignant stories of yesteryears.

"I don't recommend you watch Charlene on music video though. Have you seen her face. It spoils the song."

I just want to be normal.

And no,

Normal ≠ Average.