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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.


freak.

Friday, June 30, 2006 ( 8:35 PM )



today on the bus...

omg, my hairs are standing just thinking about it.

went to collect my o level cert today. took the bus to compass, and on the stop after the one i boarded, this bald indian guy boarded. he walked all the way to the back of the bus, and then he walked back and sat next to me. i was on the left, he on the right.
i was sitting on the second seat from the front. on the inside, so i couldn't really make a convenient escape if i wanted to.
at first it was ok,
but craps,
he began to sit closer and closer.
at first i just thought i was being too sensitive, that he was just trying to find a comfortable spot and accidentally brushed against me.

but freak.
he started began moving closer - laterally.
squeezing me in my seat. his arms and thighs squashed against mine, and his elbow was poking the side of my stomach.
and he rested his hand on the side of my thigh.

*SCREAMS*

but wait.

it gets worse.

he began reaching into his left pocket.
which meant that his arm would brush against certain parts of me.

i was so scared.
i almost started crying.
wanted to call martin and say, "hello? MARTIN ar?" hoping he might back off,
but screws,
my phone batt was as dead as a piece of roasted chicken.

was so tempted to yell at the guy.
and he kept moving closer. and his hand got freakingly familiar with my thigh.

kept telling myself, a few more stops, a few more stops.
kept praying he would get off the cursed bus.
but he didn't.

and finally when i could take it no longer
i shifted and squashed myself against the window.
i didn't move earlier as i didn't want to kick up a fuss over something that could possibly just be my imagination.
but it got to a point where i was EXTREMELY uncomfortable. even the primary school boy sitting across from me was staring at me like,

"i think i know whats going on and get out of there."

and i gave him a "help me" look.

but whoopie,
the idiot moved in again. and kept reaching into his pocket. i put my arm up in a very unnatural way to block whatever.

OMG.

one stop before mine, i couldn't take it. and i got up.
i wanted to go the interchange, but i dropped opposite it and waited for the bus from there.

eff him.

i kinda got over it once i reached school, but i'm still traumatised.

eff him. m i just overreacting? does this happen to girls very often?
freak.
whatever happened to a woman's rights?

oh wait. i forgot.
some men are just jerks.

:(