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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.


Of kisses and misery

Sunday, November 05, 2006 ( 9:25 PM )



I am really supposed to be finishing compiling bong right now. BUT IT'S JUST SO BLOODY BORING, I CAN'T HELP BUT NOT DO IT. =(

WHAT THE HELL DO I NEED TO LEARN ABOUT DIGITAL TECHNOLOGY FOR? PFFFT.

And it doesn't help that bong's deep, melodious voice sings me off to sleep in class.




I'm really miserable without my phone. Not so much about missing the phone anymore (though i still do.) but rather the whole feeling so disconnected thing is really getting to me.
For the first time I've realised how important a phone is, how important communication is.

And how easy it is nowadays to keep in touch with people, and when you lose that tool, how difficult it is to keep in touch; even though there's email and msn and what shit, a phone's still different.

Just goes to show how the different mediums won't ever (at least for the time being) phase each other out in favour of more convenient, advanced mediums. The different mediums will just get more and more advanced themselves, yeah?


I don't even know what I'm saying.

It just hurts so much when I lift the laptop and head for my room, and I reach to the coffee table at the spot where I usually put my phone,

and then I realise it's gone.



It's just like when my dog passed away; I'd come home thinking that I'd hear her welcoming bark.

The pain will go away.
But it won't leave completely.




I'm just too sentimental.
Damn, I get emotionally attached to the smallest things.


The next time I get a phone, I'm not letting it outta my pocket wherever I go.


Forgive my drama-ness.






And,
I know i shouldn't be blogging about this,

but today was the first time my heart actually fluttered when he kissed me.



*smiles*