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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.


Of rain and UHH.

Monday, September 18, 2006 ( 5:14 PM )




Went to Serangoon Gardens today. AND BOY, WAS IT THE WORST DAY TO GO OUT.
Bloody huge rains luh.
Got caught in the rain at the sg circus bus stop, and we couldn't go anywhere cos it was raining elephants and donkeys. Could only walk around the stretch of shops at Guardian/Country Manna (not Nanna, lah! :) and we couldn't go anywhere else if we wanted to keep our underwear dry. (for the simple sake of not getting a cold lah, you sick minded freaks)


So then clever me had such a great idea.

me : so how? where you wanna go like that??? (growls internally at Gawd of Weather)
him: or you wanna go take shelter at McDonalds?


sidenote: McDonalds was oh, about 200m away. Near right. YEAH IN THE F**KING RAIN IT WAS. =( hadta cross a street and encounter at least a 50m stretch of pouring rain. PFFT.


(and, omg, i can't believe I was bored enough to draw that =S )

me : (thinks) uhh. Okay!
him: But how to go there? (chuckles at rain)
me : (fed up of rain and my already wet jeans' legs) AIYER. Just run lah!
him: run? sure anot? (takes my bag containing my precious cheque and protects it)
me : yaaa! sure! (HOW SCHTOOPID COULD I GET.)
him: okay ar, 1,2,3..

and we ran, hand in hand, and my slipper felt so..slippery ( -.- ) ...

and halfway, i stumbled a little, let go of his hand, felt granite under my toes, and

i knew something was

WRONG.

Something like my slipper kapuuutting off my foot, allowing my feet the pleasure of tasting sweet granite.

LIKE, MY SCHTOOPID SLIPPER TOTALLY BROKE INTO TWO LAH. THE SOLE IS ONE PIECE AND THE STRAP ANOTHER.

AND THE STRAP WAS STILL ATTACHED TO MY FOOT WHILE THE SOLE WAS LYING HAPPILY BASKING IN THE RAIN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD LUH, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

GRRRRR. PUI PUI DOUBLE PUI.

So i had to continue the other 100m or so barefooted, and thank you HDB for placing a knick knack shop next to Macs, cos they sold those ahma/ahkong-ish white slippers with blue straps and he bought it for me. It's fugly, but since there wasn't a shoe shop within a 2838973434 cm radius of where we were, I had to make do with it lah.

And hey! It's actually pretty comfy lah. Laura, now you know why your dad likes it so much. Focus on nei zhai mei lah, hor.

NEHNEH.

I have an affinity with broken shoes. I think this year alone I have killed 5 slippers already. HUR.

So instead of Cartel-ing, we had Mac's instead. 20pc nuggetssss and friesssss with 5 curry sauce packets. :D:D:D

Ever since I enrolled into NYP i've had a phobia of eating at a Mac's outlet that is not within NYP premises. Because its so BLOODY expeeeensssiiivvveee outside LOR. pfft.

And, and, and! 5mins into Macs, THE BLOOOOOOOOODY RAIN STOPPPPPPED.

pfft.

me and my super beeerright ideas.

So after Mac's we headed to DBS to go make my bank account, and i was so scared cos i was afraid I'd screw up while making my account lah. And the schtoopid lady made me a DBS account instead of a POSB account, and i stupid stupid didnt know and just went along with it until I left the place and I looked at my card and I was like, UHH. WHY IS THE LOGO DBS LOGO HUH.

*@&^ please.

And is my name so difficult to spell lah! It's C-H-E-R-Y-L-E-N-E lah. =( kena wrong how many gafillion times in my life already. sadded. HAHA. :)

So after bank-ing we went to pass Laura's maid Laura's cheque. (eh, i damn nice to collect and deliver for you can. AND I THINK YOU STILL OWE ME TREATOS FOR DYEING YOUR HAIR. HEEEEE :D )

And then went to my place, went to our spot but it was taken up by some ah bengs. So went to another spot where an unusually high count of Indian expatriates walked past.

He didn't like it.

And he made fun of them too. OI, ISNT THAT EQUIVALENT TO MAKING FUN OF HALF OF ME!?!?!? *cries*

and we took loads more photos lah. but on his N70. and asking him to upload is like asking Osama to pay you a Chinese New Year visit. :P

hahaha! and there was this pigeon who kept eyeing us and walking all around us like we were its escargo lah. if thats the right way to spell it.

damn cute lah. why do birds have to cock their heads so rapidly when they walk?

i think God just put them on earth for us to laugh at them. And for them to punish us with shit on our heads when we're naughty. WHY CULL PIGEONS. THEY ARE DARLINGLY CUUUTE. in a schtoopid way.