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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.


Godly Theories.

Monday, March 26, 2007 ( 1:55 PM )



If I wrote a play,
could you be my inspiration?


I was in church yesterday morning and the gospel reading for this weekend of Lent was how Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead. And you know, normally during sermons all I think about is
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ie, nothing.

For some reason though I began thinking about who God is.
And I came up with a couple of theories:
(if you are a strong and devoted and staunch Christian who believes God is the almighty Omega [which I believe too lah], please don't read on.
Disclaimer: this is just what I thinking about during the boring sermon. Don't sue me.)

Theory No. 1:
That God is not really some great giant being up there in heaven who has supreme magic powers. He's just a sort of benchmark for all of us to be kind, loving and compassionate human beings. Like, he's just a guide to what humans should be. Human conscience.
They always say God is in our hearts. So maybe in our hearts refer to our conscience.

Theory No. 2:
That Jesus got his powers and gifts and all that by using a larger portion of his brain and will power. You know, how it's been proven that we only use like uhh 5% or something of our brains, and Einstein used 10% ? Maybe Jesus used like 20% or something? Or more.
The bible states that you can move mountains if you just believe. Maybe believe means thinking hard enough and using more brain juice. Then we don't need to use dynamite to open up mines. :D

Theory 3:
And I was reading this book that day in the library about UFOs and all that! And APPARENTLY!
This is so interesting: if you take a look at alot of historic paintings, alot of em will have what looks like UFOs hovering in the skies. Oooo. There was this painting of the Annunciation, which is where Mary gets a visit from an archangel who gives her the Holy Spirit and she becomes pregnant with Jesus. There was this UFO-ish thing in the sky outside Mary's window.
Oooo.
So the book was like suggesting that perhaps God is really an extra terrestrial being.
HMMM. Isn't that like Scientology?
Hello, Tom Cruise.


And I'm so scared I'll go to Hell for saying all this. I'm just wondering, though, and sharing my thoughts with y'al. =/ weird as they may seem.

Erm. Okay never mind.
I shall just go back to being a good little Catholic school girl.
*swings pigtails*
I don't really believe in those theories lah, as arresting as they seem to me.
They're just a fine way to keep me occupied and not asleep during sermons.
x)



Mary: Where's Fran?
Steve: She's in Tahiti, on our honeymoon.
- The Wedding Planner, featuring Jennifer Lopez and Matthew McConaughey