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 working temps and annoying "customer service" jobs

Friday, November 10, 2006 ( 9:32 AM )



So, i'll prolly be working at Clarke Quay/South Bridge Rd/I have no idea where the hell lah as a "customer service" personnel.


..
I just realised how wrong that sounded.


UHM.
but no, no, i'm not doing that.


It's an advertising company, apparently, called I.mpacc or Im.pacc or something like that.

Working hours from 9.30am - 6.30pm, Mon to Sat,
so I can only work on Saturday since I have oh-so-wonderful-yippeeee! school from Mon to Fri.

For working 8 hours a day, I get paid within 40 to 80 bucks, so i think it's pretty okay, this job.




BUT HUH.

the job scope is annoying.


I'll be one of those people stuffing charity tickets into your face at Orchard Road trying to suffocate you into buying it.


...


MANAGER: HAVE YOU DONE CIP BEFORE?
ME: UH, YA.
MANAGER: BEFORE?
ME: UH, YA. (PAUSE)
IN SEC SCHOOL LAH.

(PAUSE)
MANAGER: OKAY.
COS THIS WILL BE SOMETHING LIKE THAT.



okaaaay. so i'll be taking a pleasure stroll in the shoes of those annoying people at Orchard MRT.



So if you spot me trying to push tickets into your mouth, please buy one for the sake of the less fortunate out there.

(namely me.)


haha, and apparently when you buy these charity tickets, you get discount vouchers to restaurants that the company has in its clientele list. They're trying to advertise the restaurants thru discount vouchers that can be "bought" (WHO BUYS DISCOUNT VOUCHERS, HELLOOOOOO) thru the charity tix.


And as a media student I wanted to laugh at the balding manager with the funny accent in the dingy office in the shophouse and wanted to say to him with tears in my eyes,
"OI, THAT'S A STUPIDASS USELESS MARKETING CAMPAIGN YOU GOT THERE, BUDDY."


OHYES, kannan has taught thee fairly well.



ohwell.

I got the job but I don't know if I'll take the job. I'll consider it as the week goes by.

SOMEONE PLEASE SAY YOU WANT THE JOB, TOO. (then i'll definitely take up the job too.)AHAHAA.


so i'll prolly be working two jobs! coolios. this one, and the lab asst one in sch.
totally unglam jobs, pfft.

ohwell. (:


kacheeeeng!