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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.


murtabak and idiotic queue jumpers

Sunday, June 25, 2006 ( 11:01 PM )



went to eat dinner today at the 24hr coffeeshop near my house after mass. and freak, i should have just walked home.

fyi, i just began my HA work an hour ago. and it's 14 hours (inclusive of sleep time) i just have to write this to keep my brain from exploding (pan, dolly, tilt, ARGHIES if i see one more word of camera vocabulary - which i'll probly hv to - i'll tear my hair out -.- )

back to my coffeeshop story. so i happily pranced to the first (and only) table i saw, (gee, amazing how a coffeeshop can be so full when its food sucks haha) and i didn't sit down. my mom went off to find a rubbish bin and i stood there with my siblings to reserve the place. and there was this group of young kids and their parents who were walking from the carpark.

and quite obviously, THE TABLE WAS MINE.

and yet, when the aunty came to ask me if i wanted the table, and i said YES, QUITE LOUDLY TOO, THANK U V MUCH, those *********** pigs jus zoomed in and sat down WHEN I STANDING RIGHT THERE STARING AT THEM.

and i couldn't possibly ask them to scram right? so i scrammed, and i got scolded for not being able to chope a table well. eek. it's not my fault how some people are so damn retarded. =l

and to make it worse, we had to wait 45 minutes for the murtabak to be ready!! freak. on a normal day i would hv jus waited in sweet anticipation for the mutton murtabak but golly i was trying to finish my darn HA report.

or should i say, start on it.

i gotta get back to it.

heh.

so much for courtesy. o.O