welcome

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 overreactions and visits

Friday, October 13, 2006 ( 8:39 AM )



Of overreactions to simple matters, man.
First fight with the boyfriend the other day. And I wasn't even all that sure why I was so upset, until that night, when my period came.

*lightbulb*

AHHHH the wonders of PMS.


But phew. It's all happily resolved now, and I am sitting at the edge of my seat with tingles in my toes waiting for Sunday.

Babe, it's been half a year already!
Soon it'll be your birthday, and then
You'll be OLD.
MUAHAHAHAHA


It's been a very lazy two weeks.
Had the pleasure of rotting at home and waking up at around 11am - 1pm everyday, and sleeping at the horrid hour of 3plus am.
I'm don't mind going to bed at 1, 2 am, but not past 2.30am, please! Because then I can't wake up in the morning. And I hate losing mornings just like that. Boo.



Over the span of the last 2 weeks,





First Visit.




And I realise the pictures are so damn blur.
And you know why?
Cos I didn't take them.
My wonderful sister did.
Teehee.

Second Visit. (Clarisa's and Papa's birthday - yes, they share the same birthday)

Blogger ate up my pictures for this one. But oh well.

Honestly, my younger brother is such a, uh, drama king lah. Attention grabber, you.

And this picture looks very kampong right. With me looking like some mamasan. HAHAHA.

Love y'al. :)

lalalala.



And,

had a mini gathering at Laura's yesterday. Watched Wedding Crashers, and boy, boob coverage. HURHUR. And it was nice seeing grace after like about a month. But sadded cos she and jew left so early lahhhh. Pfft. Haha.


Hm. Think that's it lah. Wanted to post more pictures and i know it's a little cramped, pics and words squasheddddd, but pardon Blogger, I think it's having the time of the month.