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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.


sadness that can't be expressed.

Friday, June 23, 2006 ( 10:19 PM )



Ya, I know, Amanda.. Haha on hindsight the colours are blinding… But lazy to change la haha shall be mono-coloured from now on hehe…

~**~

Is it wrong to want to be pampered? I was pampered as a child, spoilt, even, to a certain extent, my parents tell me, but does it show in my actions? I hope not.

Every girl, and I believe every sane human, has a longing to be pampered, whether by him or herself or by someone else. Don’t deny it, you know its true.

Pampered as a child, I don’t deny that part of my life. Everything I wanted I had, but now it’s the total opposite, everything I want (but not all I don’t really need HAHA see how positioning of a product is so influential? WAHAHA) I don’t have. And I don’t know when I’ll have that comfortable life back again. It’s almost a decade of financial obscurity… But wth, live life as it comes and to the fullest right?

It seems to be the most difficult part of my life now, where my family seem to be the ones in need of solace. I try to be there for them but sometimes I need solace too, right? I want to just curl up and cry. But I can’t cry anymore. I’m so used to this sadness that crying doesn’t make me feel better anymore.

The other time Anjana read my drawing she said that I wear a smile to hide my feelings. Even when I’m sad I smile and laugh and mask my feelings. She was so right. Haha. Ha. I think the last time I got emo and sad in public was in sec 2. and I think only cheryl’s ever seen me sad and she knows when I’m sad. and maybe laura saw me sad once. Jewel heard me being sad, ie. On the phone. Haha.

The reason I’m getting so emo now is cos I saw how my dad was last night.... His expression, so tired, his face so wizened and weary… he worked the whole day and came home at nearly 11pm, and when I saw his face, the exhaustion carved into his face like it was a part of his features…My heart just sank. To the deepest it’s ever sunk. I don’t know why, but… he’s working so hard for the family, I just feel that I shouldn’t be putting extra burden on him and that I should just go out and work and stop studying.

But I can’t do that, because while it might help my family for now, I’ll be disappointing my parents, because all they want from me and all my siblings is for us to come up and be happy and comfortable in life. We don’t have to be filthy rich. We just need to be happy and comfortable with what we have.

It’s the worst thing when parents tell you that you should not follow their footsteps. It’s the worst thing because they’re supposed to be your role models. It’s the worst thing because when they tell you this you don’t see them as superheroes or the happy ideal parent anymore. It’s the worst thing because then you see the cracks in their disguise… and all you see now is another fragile human, another broken soul.

Which is why I always hate to see elderly people selling tissue on the streets or busking along underpasses. Because they’re elderly people who have lived their lives and at their age should be going on a holiday around the world or a cruise to Langkawi or something. There’s just this sinking feeling in my heart whenever I see people like this. They’re supposed to be happy, but when they have to do stuff like that just to get by… Well maybe they’re happy doing it, but… still.

Ah. Well.

*SMILES*