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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 falling french fries, pigeons, and stopping

Saturday, December 02, 2006 ( 7:51 PM )



The other day in FFC, we were rotting while waiting for lesson to start (thank you, azhar, for shifting class back and allowing us the pleasure of waiting for 3 hours for Kannan's class and another 3 hours after her consultation for your class, GRR.).

And then, this birdie flew above us and dropped a french fry it was stealing right smack on Laura's head.

HOW LUCKY CAN.
Honestly.
The chances of you getting pelted by bird shit is low enough.
BUT PELTED BY FRENCH FRIES???



Damn rare lah.






And I said, No.



This morning I looked out my window, and I saw a row of pigeons perched on a wall on the opposite block. It struck me that even animals had family, friends, and a clique that they belonged to.

And when one pigeon flew off, the rest of the birds followed suit and took off into the air as well.

Don't we do that too?
When a person we're close to does something, we tend to succumb to peer pressure and do it as well. Or if we don't do it, (3 pigeons stayed perched for a coupla seconds more, then decided to fly off after the rest as well) it's already imprinted firmly in our heads, and sooner or later we'll have been influenced enough to follow the tide.


Makes you think how much we're still similar to animals, huh?

So much for our presumed higher intelligence and all,
but we're still very much animalistic.






Today was a joy,
though we know we can't.

It's too soon, dear.




We need to get to know each other better. (:
Looking forward to that.



2 weeks!
LOL.