welcome

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.


Shards,

Monday, March 03, 2008 ( 6:25 PM )



She found herself locked in the storeroom, waking up to see yellow sunshine beaming through the cracks in the boarded-up window. How restrained her life had become, to only see the world through these cracks, through these shards of forcefed reality; how she longed to see the big picture, to see the world, reality through her own eyes. The sunshine that peeped through the cracks were what she revelled in, day after day; through the cracks she also saw storms and hurricanes, and after the sordid horridness of the wet and noise of the calamities and destruction on the outside, she felt a riveting peace within her, a calm in her soul after the storms. She could not see the world in its entirety, but she enjoyed what she could see, although she heavily lusted for more clarity, more colours, more feelings.

Trapped where she was, she could not move and had no one to talk to, but perhaps isolation was best for her sanity, after betrayal and hurt, and pain and anger. Perhaps being alone was best for her and the world.