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.


It can happen to you.

Saturday, October 06, 2007 ( 9:26 PM )




Explode;

Wednesday, October 03, 2007 ( 4:30 PM )



yes it's been a long while.

while my laptop's charging port conked out again, i couldn't use it for 2 weeks. and then another 2 weeks, after that, while it's at the repair centre, because they needed more time than the usual 1-2 working days because the parts needed to be imported in.


see i so special, they need to import stuff in from god knows which ulufied country for me. :D
bow down.











lovethisvideoandyesiknowitsdatedalreadybequiet. =D something about it makes you.. jump.


the holidays have passed so fast, have they not?

i was pretty much working almost everyday for the month of september. weekends as well; previously i wouldn't even have agreed to bump my ass out of the house on weekends. at research plus, for the starhub project, esplanade project, and marina bay project.

now I know so much more about esplanade than i did, and about marina bay too.

when i was working at marina bay, i actually managed to give tourists directions (oh marina sq is that way, past the restaurants, up the stairs, to marina sq - of course i have to thank the thai express fellow for this piece of info hahaha) and even tell them what time certain shows at the esplanade were (oh the beautiful sunday show ar? it's on fri, sat, sun evenings, and its free) - so proud of myself wahaha! big improvement from my just-escaped-from-a-convent self.


:D



at marina bay, there was this african couple who live in britain i think. i surveyed them and boy they were the best people to survey ever. intelligent answers, funny jokes, smiles all the way even when they knew it was gonna last a.. short.. while more. :D they were over 60, but they looked 40. talk about youthful!

"lets help the girl earn some money!" said the lady. so sweet!

and halfway through the survey, she said,
"are you from a convent?"

yes, i replied, quizzically.

"i knew it," she said, with a confident smile. "you can tell," she boasted to her husband, who smiled at me, like he's heard this many times before.

"convent girls are.. different," she explains. how CHIJ principals always say at morning assemblies, you can always tell a convent girl right away. sounds stupid right?

but i just freaked when this british lady, from half a world away, can tell.
ohwell =/



and they were pleasant beyond pleasant :D at the end of the survey, they were like no no, the pleasure's all ours, it was a pleasure to be surveyed by you! your company should be happy they've got you ...



Maybe they were just happy to have finished the 20minute survey. :)




!
and i got surburnt so terribly from marina bay. the first day itself, even though it was super cloudy, i still got so damn red! and jacintha was complaining non-stop that she looks like a lobster. *rolls eyes*


hahaha.



daiso. tired. living hell. boredom.
ok la, at least this time, wasn't so boring cos there were a couple of nice people there. and funny stuff that happened. and i met some people from sjc. and this girl was martin's senior. and this girl knows my godsister and her ex.

coincidence, no?

such a small world.



am waiting for my laptop to be back home. :(

and for my new phone. and for my xbox game that i bought online. :D and for new xbox controllers. i am way too bored at home. :D




pretty feline, come to me,
bite my finger, make me bleed.








NELLY FURTADO LYRICS
"Explode"




Peso joga ginga roda


Vera's face burnt as a memory of bedroom fun
With a ligther and some hairspray
Smoking in the girls' room
Not worse than Shelley's rape behind the McDonald's
By a man she thought was fine, didn't tell anybody
Or maybe back then we just thought that she was getting some

Now we look back and see that she didn't know how
We never thought that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode
As we explode


Then getting drunk in the bushes by the road outside the Kmart
Rolling around in them to see if you would get prickled
Slip the acid on your tongue rooftop mall parkade
We couldn't get enough

Then count the stars and the ten million woes
Just you and the universe judging each other
We never knew that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode
As we explode
As we explode
As we let go


Peso joga ginga roda

It's a fight, it's a fight and you finally belong
Got a shiner now and it's more than a battle scar
More than a battle scar, such a good, good story to tell
At lunch break, lunch break, lunch break, lunch break
Such a good, good story to tell

You bully, you break, you bully, you break
You fake, you fake, you fake, you fake
You smoke, you toke, you want, you flaunt,
you hit it and you're in it and it's spinning

And it's wild
We never thought that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode
As we explode
As we explode
As we let go


We're counting the stars
We're counting the stars
We're gonna go far, we're gonna go far
We're counting the stars, we're counting the stars
We're not very far, we're not very far

And it's you and me in the open air
It's truth or dare, we don't care
We're counting the stars, we're counting the stars,
we're counting the stars, we're counting the stars