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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.


suayness

Monday, August 07, 2006 ( 11:24 PM )



yes, it's time for another emo entry.
listening to michael buble's how can you mend a broken heart. and home. i'm about to cry, these songs are so sad. i love these songs, seriously.
i love michael buble.
i dont know why, but all i've been listening to nowadays are slow songs. i'm beginning to love jazz, though previously i swore off it, thinking that only old dusty people listen to jazz.
and fast tracks begin to annoy me.
omg. is this the onset of age???

haha. like seriously, i'm only 17, but i honestly feel so old. and i'm sure many others feel the same way, where you feel like you've gone through so much emotionally, so much that you feel so much older compared to others of the same age.

do any of you feel that way too?

i miss my bf. i havent seen him in two weeks.

i dunno lah. i'm a bundle of emotions right now. i'm fed up, that my presentation was so incredibly sucky and that i didnt spot the loopholes earlier; angry, that some people didn't do work, didn't show up, but will probably get the same results; sad, that my semester was not at all fruitful as i'd hoped it to be; nostalgic, missing those happy and relatively carefree secondary school days; and happy, that the long semester is FINALLY over.

today's presentation was horrid. ours was like so short lah. and while we (me and syaz, ahem) put so much effort into it, it was obviously ruined by the disgusting presentation and the ridiculously nonsensical questions ha shot at us.
everything went wrong for me for ha's presentation.

and my index number is so fucking cursed. i keep getting the pleasure of working with her. and it's my ABSOLUTE PLEASURE.
goodness. i'm totally suay lah.
Maybe surrounded by
A million people
I Still feel alone
I just wanna go home

And I feel just like
I'm living someone else's life
It's like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
That this is not your dream
But you always believed in me
Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

i love michael buble. :)

am i the only one who sees it?