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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.


I feel Christmas Cheer!

Sunday, December 23, 2007 ( 11:06 PM )



Or not.


I feel particularly depressed now that it's Christmas. I think I am going to need a psychiatrist soon. Would people even notice I was gone?

*imagines dad saying, "of course lah!
and I smile with glee-
"so huge, how not to notice you disappeared?"
smile disappears*

you know,
what the fat guy from Austin Powers said oh-so-matter-of-factly, I remember really clearly:
"I eat when I am sad and when I'm sad I eat.
It's a vicious cycle."
=((((



Possible last-words suicidal notes running through my head:
"Dear Martin, I love you, and I wish I could have given you more hugs and spent more time with you because time spent with you is heavenly..."
"Dear Laura, I do love you too. And yes why are you so surprised that I'll hug you when you're sick?..."
"Dear Mummy, I miss the times I'd call you up and tell you I missed you when you were at work..."
"Dear Papa, thank you for being a cool (albeit sometimes annoying strict) dad. And for trusting me..."
"Dear Grace, thank you for telling me you love me because I realise I love you too alot alot... and for being me that threadless tee..."
"Dear Jewel, relax..."
"Dear teddy whom I named Adam when I was 13, please forgive me for never sewing up that patch on your butt..."
"Dear red and yellow teddies who sit at the foot of my bed, i'm sorry for kicking you every night when I sleep-move..."
"Dear whoever knows me, I regret not sitting on you..."
"Dear MS0601, ..."



And I know I am going to get scolded (he's already lining up to slap me) for saying "i-am-suicidal".


The thought that I can't get the people I love presents, besides cards. It is downright depressing.
And at the rate we're all going, I don't feel the love.
Not me.

:(




Wonderful.
Plus with the rough patch, it's not a very good December.
Someone write me a song.
I wish I'd get a present from you, yes you.
:)





yes, i look faceless in this picture.

HOTMAIL IS A MOSQUITO.

Friday, December 07, 2007 ( 9:28 PM )



Cos it's definitely out to suck my blood dry.


Other email accounts seem to work fine, but my hotmail interface is completely screwed up and its running everywhere!! I am hoping that it's just a passing problem or server issue because GAHHHHH i need my email. :(

transgression: strange how reliant we are on such technology.


HOTMAIL PLS GET YOUR DAMN ACT TOGETHER.
GAHHHH!



*

going for the PSC night thingy tmr. feeling kinda lazy to go though, cos finally, its one of the peaceful weekends with no reports to chiong for.



While we laid there, I suddenly felt blank and empty and void of emotion, and I felt afraid.
Afraid that I was starting to put our relationship at risk,
on (permanent) hold.



I'll still love you when I'm gone