The One with the Opening Theme

If Blogs were like a movie... they will all have an opening theme! So why not I start with mine?

Finding a perfect opening theme is really hard if you:

1) Take 5 mins to name your favourite song at the moment
2) Have less than 1GB of songs in your PC
3) Do not own an iPod
4) Do not know what the hell you are writing about

For me, its pretty painless and quick.

As the lyrics suggest:

I'm sotongball, an impressionable person, just following the trend in blogging and hope to make some waves by adding yet another perspective into this already saturated blogosphere.

Contents might be rated R, so if you chance upon this URL, decide for yourself whether you wanna f*** off or read on. What is it about? Please take some time to interpret my upcoming posts.

Meanwhile, enjoy the Opening Theme, cause there will be only one. Will leave it to you all to figure out which movie I watched for 3 times. *wink*



Labels or Love - Fergie (not Britney!)

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.

Oughta know 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

(Chorus)
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, ________
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

[Chorus]

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’m a shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love

[Chorus]