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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.


SAYING SCHTOOPID IS ADDICTIVE.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006 ( 1:26 AM )



i can't sleep!
i can't sleep!
i can't sleep!
schtoopid coffee.

talking to sara now about how she finds my prev post on the san pads amusing.
-.-
and the topic of jogging mothers,
if my mom actually pulls me to go jog every morning,
bush will sell me america.
for a dollar.
no offence, bush.

i want - noooo. i NEED to get a sketch pad or book or plain notebook for something. there's so much creativity flowing thru me suddenly, since that day i studied for marketing and i started doodling all over my notes. (HAHA WHO CAN ACTUALLY CONCENTRATE FOR KANNAN'S MARKETING. PLEASE. LOL)

im bored, and i realize how my blog is devoid of pics. so i shall put up pics! say yay! =D


hahas. can u spot me in there? (: i miss 4H! i miss my friends. it was all so much simpler back then, in an all girls' school. can someone organize a 4H get together again? and i promise i'll go this time! hurhur :D and i miss preprom. all the hussle and going out everyday to find a nice dress and shoes and bag etc etc etc. if i had enough $$ i'd wanted prom to happen every year! YAY. HEE.


ignore the excessive makeup. young and schtoopid, yes we were. hahas. cheryl, we gotta go paktuo someday k? MAKE TIME FOR ME, I'M COMING!!! i miss dating you! hahas!


and hohoho. this pic. laura said i looked pale and sickly. kel said it reminded him of cindy (WHY???! ALL OF PEOPLE LOR! HMPFFT (hahahahhas jkjk cindy :D:D:D) and amanda said i dont look like me in the pic. and a couple more ppl asked me too. hmms. why ar? *ponders* hahahas *meditates* (and yes, laura, i WAS cam whoring, hooha :D:D:D)

and ick, i tried uploading more pics, but for some reason Blogger's getting cranky on me. i think it's telling me to shut up, turn my lappie off, and go to dreamland. hurgh. but i'm not sleepy yet! schtoopid coffee. hahas.

more pics next entry, if Blogger decides to play nice with me. Grr.

:D