welcome

Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of

I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain’t looking for love
I shop for purses while I walk out the door
Don’t cry, buy a bag and then get over it
And, I’m not concerned with all the politics
It’s a lot of men I know I could find another one.

What I know is that I’m always happy
When I walk out the store, store
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love’s like a runway, so what’s all the fussing for
Let’s stop chasing them boys and shop some more

I know I might come off as negative
I be looking for labels,
I ain’t looking for love
Relationships are often so hard to tame
A Prada dress has never broken my heart before

And, ballin’s something that I’m fed up with
I’mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing
Cause I know that my credit card
Will help me put out the flames
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses,
Purchasing them finer things
Men they come a dime a dozen,
Just give me them diamond rings
I’m into a lot of bling,
Cadallic, Chanel and Coach
Fellas boast but they can’t really
Handle my female approach
Buying things is hard to say
Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo,
Polo, taking photos in my Cartier
So we can’t go all the way,
I know you might hate it but
I’mma shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love



Labels or Love, Fergie





the greatest thing you'll ever learn,
is to love and be loved.


whoopee.

Friday, February 25, 2005 ( 9:57 AM )



I’ve got common tests next week. Arggh. Gonna have to cram my dying brain cells again… but looking forward to studying. I don’t know why!! It’s a crazy miracle! I hate hittin the books but here I am, craving to sit down, grab a pencil and paper and a couple of markers, and start drawing a mindmap on the mammalian eye.

I’ve completely lost it. I know.

But I think this can be attributed to the fact that I have not have a decent spare hour to study for the past four years. I mean, my schedule for the whole week is totally packed! My average day starts at 5.45 am, when I wake up and head off for skool, and ends at 6pm, when I reach home.

I won’t say I can’t cope… it’s just that when I get home everyday, I’m just so shacked up from having to walk/run/jog/study/die during the day so much that I fall asleep on the sofa whilst watching tv or doing my work. Thank god for my free periods during skool hours,[MUAHAHAHAHAHA!] else I’d be a zombie even during weekends. my eyebags are getting darker by the minute. No……….. scratch that. By the second. Whoosh.

Maybe laura IS right. 3 and a half hours of sleep per day ain’t enough… hmmm. Gotta sleep at 11 latest once the bachelor ends.

Oh wait.. there’s that rob and amber amazing race thingy coming up…

Haix. Reality tv’s a VICIOUS cycle.

Today I fell asleep during mrs ng’s lesson again.. for about a full minute and I totally missed whatever she taught about the min/max pts. Darn. It’s always the last periods on Fridays that fries my brain.. all the fatigue from the entire week builds up and just drops like a bomb on me every fri A maths lesson. It isn’t that she’s soo boring.. I’m just too..chewed up and spat out by the week. Haha. Uggh. I can’t listen or concentrate.. I’m totally spent. It’s either I’ve attention defiency or something like that, or I really need to get some sleep.

…… or both.

[cue scary music]

haha. Yupps. There’s post con camp during our march holidays, and I’m not sure if I wanna go. brenda might not be going… Sad. Want to go but if there’s less than 5 of my friends going, then I’ll…consider.

Really looking forward to it… exCited.

= )