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.


Frustration, get lost.

Sunday, January 07, 2007 ( 10:57 PM )



Sweet lives of the unseen.


The new year, and what have we done.
Has anyone changed one bit?
We all live in frustration.


I am really considering switching courses.
Or, calling up some big magazine to see if they offer scholarships.
Because I've been thinking about the future lately.
And I'm worried mine might turn out to be not as bright as I've hoped it'd be.


And I'm gonna screw my lab job. I don't think I'll be able to cope, seriously.
I think I'll just march down to the lab tmr and tell them I quit. :(
Hopefully I even can, because I signed a contract.
And then where shall I get money.
Sigh. Juggling the need for an allowance and the need to study properly is such a headache.
But this semester, we have such shitty modules (3 examinable, wonderful) that require us to sweep our gazes across textbooks that have font size minus one hundred.
And so I'd require muchos time to digest all that shite. :(
Byebye job.

I think I can only go earn dough in March during the actual hols.
And even then, I wonder if I'll get to use the money.
Haiz.



I'm very touched, what you've said and done these couple of days,
for some reason, it's leading skeptical me to believe,
that perhaps.. just perhaps..
this is really the real thing.
And... I'm looking forward to next Monday;
and for some reason I feel.. very.. comfortable with all this.
:)