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 retarded questions and choir farewell

Friday, November 24, 2006 ( 11:23 AM )



I'm in the school library now, rotting away because the interview I went for lasted two and a half minutes and not an hour like I'd expected, and I'm supposed to meet Martin at YCK at 12.



Had choir farewell yesterday!
Which was uber fun after everyone (ahem, late princesses and frogs) actually arrived.

Met Joan at the entrance at 3.15, I was late.
And the stupid irony was that I'd smsed her telling her, "JOAN CHUA BETTER NOT BE LATE HOR" and here I am watching the clock in the bus tick past 3pm.

We were suppppppeerrrrrrrr early, and we didn't know which block and unit Rachel resided in, so we walked around trying to find the pool and gave up so we went to one of those ground floor units, peeped into the balcony, and asked the little girl who was studying where the hell the pool was, and we felt really stupid because the girl pointed to the entrance to the swimming pool that was right next to her house.



No one was there yet, so we entertained ourselves by playing on the swings and dipping our legs into the kiddy pool and dancing in the water. And Joan can still blame me for going early. @#$&, i haven't seen you in half a year! :(


Ha. Then Carol and her sister finally came, and we went up to the function room.
The juniors were pretty surprised to see us, judging by their reactions. LOL.
Well, it isn't even our farewell party anyway! We just crashed it.
Hohoho. :)
We didn't even go for our farewell party, come to think of it!
And I can't remember why, either. HMMMM.



We ate and talked, listened to Carol's drama story, and we had so much fun.
And then Martin came, and boy was it weird; he felt so awkward being the only guy there at the time. Haha, all eyes on the only guy.
And then we went out to fetch Cheryl, went to change, went out to fetch Alicia and Morgan, and then we went into the pool.



And goodness, I need to grow taller.
I am terrified of the 1.7 part of the pool.
You know, they really should have railings IN the pool, for those people who CMI cannot swim one.

LIKE ME.


All those Bobby Lau swimming lessons gone to waste. HEE.



Waddling in the pool was fun.
And then we went to the jacuzzi, which was funnnnerrrr. :D

Had some kind of couple QnA thing with Cheryl asking the lame questions.
And Alicia kept asking retarded questions throughout the whole night, GRRRRRRRRRR.



Played in the kiddy pool for a while, then went to change, and waited an eternity for Alicia and beau to appear after going MIA. A lot of us had curfews, and we still wanted to go have dinner, so we had to leave pretty fast, but those two still can walk ten hundred rounds around the condo. -_-"


Dinner at Blk 401, talked more, Alicia kept being retarded, Joan kept talking about *Bishan*, Cheryl and I conspired, Morgan bought a Big Gulp 2 litre bottle of 100plus, and Martin was being sweet. :D





Took 74 home around 10.15, wish I could have stayed longer, the whole night with 'em if possible. :D Oh well.




Had lots of fun guys. Thanks.
Looking forward to our next gathering. :)






No pictures cos we were too busy having fun. :D




And my hair still reeks of chlorine.



Could you please stop it?
It's not amusing, it's fucking annoying, and it's bloody well getting on my nerves, bitch.