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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.


Who's that stranger to you?

Sunday, April 20, 2008 ( 8:24 PM )



That stranger in your house, in your car, in your room, or sitting right next to you while you try to bore holes through your teacher's head.

The person you always knew, and saw, and (barely) spoke to, but when you sit down and try to think, know nothing about.

Did you ever try to talk? Perhaps he/she didn't like talking, or sympathy, or empathy.
That person in your house, who sits across and spoons potatoes for you, or you for him/her. Did you try to smile at this person? Say hello, how was your day?

Did you feel bad when these people made you feel like they didn't want you near, despite your efforts?

So who's that stranger to you?

So who are you, to that stranger?

Probably still, no one they bother with, just someone floating, caressing the wind.



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i was at club crawl that day, loveloved fb's performance.
i wish i could dance half as well. maybe i should start practising in the loo. hurhur.
was looking around, looking at the crowd, saw alot of people i knew, and i realised i know quite alot of people in nyp, contrary to my own belief. =/ saw people i thought i knew as well, bugged me quite alot.

First week out of 21 weeks of TEP is over,
and i actually kinda enjoyed it,
and i thought our 1st episode of Campus Cooking turned out quite well leh! (:
And i want to download premiere, but my laptop doesn't have anymore space for it :(

i like editing, as cruel and torturesome a process it may seem. x)
HEE.

Print is coming up tomorrow, after AVID training i guess.
Am really looking forward to it. YAY!