Ne-Yo has said he got the idea for the song from an old girlfriend he used to have. He really did like her but he listened
to the advice of his friends and wound up cheating on her. They broke up when she found out but shortly after he started repeatedly
hearing this song on the radio that she used to love, which was unusual because the song wasn't new and it hadn't had much
airplay until that point. Every time he heard the song he was reminded of how he lost his girlfriend and wanted to turn the
radio off but he would always keep listening to it because it also reminded him of how much he loved her and all the good
times they shared.
She orders a milkshake and begins to blow bubbles into it (a possible allusion to oral sex). She continues to prance throughout
the restaurant and walks into the kitchen, "helping" the chef remove biscuits from the oven as she purposely moves her buttocks
(which the biscuits are shaped like) near his face to possibly make him wish to have sex with her, yet he shows no interest
in her and she leaves in dismay.
The video ends with Omarion down on his knees after saying " . . . I'm tired of fighting", and Timbaland rides up in a Phantom
and opens the limo door to let Omarion in. Omarion then puts on a pair of glasses, looks at Timbaland and Timbaland taps the
girl on the shoulder then they drive away.and everyone is so every sad.
For the concept of "replaceability" in logic and mathematics, see Axiom schema of replacement.
Beyoncé was inspired to write "Irreplaceable" by the role she played in the movie adaptation of the broadway musical Dreamgirls.
Her character Deena Jones was in a controlling relationship with husband/manager Curtis Taylor Jr. and after filming, Beyoncé
went immediately to the studio to release some of the energy and emotions she had kept inside.
The above statement is factually incorrect. According to Ne-Yo, the actual lyrical writer, Beyonce did not write any of the
song as he was responsible for all the lyrics.
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Recent Offsite Work: Code and Prose.
As a hobby I write.
Facebook and Instagram: When Your Favorite App Sells Out.
Why I Am Leaving the People of the Red Valley.
Welcome to the Company.
“Facebook and the Epiphanator: An End to Endings?”.
Forgot to tell you about this.
“The Age of Mechanical Reproduction”.
An essay for TheMorningNews.org.
People call me a lot and say: What is this new thing? You're a nerd. Explain it immediately.
Recorded Entertainment #2, by Paul Ford.
Recorded Entertainment #1, by Paul Ford.
Nanolaw with Daughter.
Why privacy mattered.
0h30m w/Photoshop, by Paul Ford.
It's immediately clear to me now that I'm writing again that I need to come up with some new forms in order to have fun here—so
that I can get a rhythm and know what I'm doing. One thing that works for me are time limits; pencils up, pencils down. So:
Fridays, write for 30 minutes; edit for 20 minutes max; and go whip up some images if necessary, like the big crappy hand
below that's all meaningful and evocative because it's retro and zoomed-in. Post it, and leave it alone. Can I do that every
Friday? Yes! Will I? Maybe! But I crave that simple continuity. For today, for absolutely no reason other than that it came
unbidden into my brain, the subject will be Photoshop. (Do we have a process? We have a process. It is 11:39 and...)
That Shaggy Feeling.
Antilunchism, by Paul Ford.
Tickler File Forever, by Paul Ford.
I'll have no one to blame but future me.
Time's Inverted Index, by Paul Ford.
(1) When robots write history we can get in trouble with our past selves. (2) Search-generated, "false" chrestomathies and
the historical fallacy.
The Moral Superiority of the Streetcar.
(1) Long-form journalism fixes everything. (2) The moral superiority of the streetcar. (3) I like big bus and I cannot lie.