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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.


ITALIANO

Monday, July 10, 2006 ( 4:39 AM )



watching world cup finals now.
i cant believe what zidane did. what the hell.
it was so stupid.
and my dad says that this is his retirement match
and he still GAVE A HEADBUTT TO SOME ITALIAN HUNK
20 mins into extra time??
omg.
anw,
GO ITALY!!
go my dear hao lian italian goalkeeper!
ITALY WONNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hehehe laura now owes me a mac breakfast.
HEEHEE.

went to cheryl's party yesterday.
before that,
I HAD HELL.
stupid me was supposed to meet my bf at 3.15 under his block,
and i boarded the bus to his house
and i was going to be right on time
but at 3.12,
i realised
I DID NOT BRING THE FREAKING PRESENT!!!!!!!!!!!!

#$%*@

yes. i know.

so i dropped at HOUGANG STADIUM
and walked all the way back to my house, (IN FREAKING HEELS!!)
which was a good 30 minutes away,
because i didn't want to waste time waiting for the bus
and another round of bus fare down the drain.
and i got a little lost halfway walking under the blocks,
because there was some construction obstructing the pathway,
and at the end of it all i received at least 4 blisters on each foot. :(
by the time i reached home my face was as red as a tomato.

and because my phone isn't working,
i couldn't call out to inform my bf
the whole time i was so worried that he would get pissed at me. =X

and at 3.45 i left for the bus stop again,
which is also a fair distance from my place.

reached my bf's block a little after 4,
and i saw the msg he sent me (i only cant send or call out)
that he went to buy smth nearby and asked me to meet him there
but i was clueless and phoneless
so i went to the mama shop and asked the uncle for a phone.

>.<

and then i found out where to go,
and i left,
was a block away from where i was supp to meet him
AND THEN I REALISED I LEFT MY WALLET AT THE MAMA SHOP.

$^@#! AGAIN!

so i had to run back
fearing the loss of my wallet
which contains all my vital stuff!
and thank god it was still there,
but people must have thought i was nuts,
running up and down like that.

so i finally met him,
and we took a bus to heartland,
where we met miss i-owe-cherylene-a-mac-breakfast and jewel.

and at 5.30 we made our way to cheryl's place,
halfway grace offered to wear my heels for me
cos she said i really was walking too slow.

the uphill climb to cheryl's place was daunting enough
and my feet wanted to detach themselves like
that osim massage chair commercial
and
we had to walk some more to her auntie's apartment.
eekos.
ahaha..

anyway, feet torture aside,

i had a nice time at the party.
caught up with all my old friends and had fun catching up with them.
*winks at alicia and jamie*
hahaha :)
got splashed by jewel.
walked barefoot the whole time.
had a nice time chowing down all those sausages with grace.
and rocking the 17yr old birthday girl on my knee.
hee.
somebody organise another party can?

haha.