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.


Frustrations, they come and go;

Friday, July 13, 2007 ( 10:44 PM )



One comes, finishes, and the next one falls swiftly in line.




....

And no, they're not hunks.
I WISH.
(err. okay so they're not so hot. but I always had a thing for punk/skater jerks, so forgive me.)



They're projects, one after the other, bunched together.

Can't wait for it all to end. I really want to do well. =/ though somehow I feel I've screwed JW up, alot. :( hopefully ica4 will redeem me.





Pictures from last week's gym!


Whacky gym next wed again k! <3>

And this (err clickkk) is what happens when you do too much work for way too long.

venting frustration yo :( haha.




15 months this weekend;
really looking forward to it, whatever, wherever it is.
The fact that we've made it a point to argue much lesser makes me much happier. :)
Thank you, love, for all that you've done for me.


You know that feeling you get, deep down in your gut, where you feel you know it'll last forever?
I hope that the feeling's not wrong.
♥