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Foreclosure of a dream…
Undoubtedly inconvincible…
Confusing cryptoanalysis…
Kaleidoscopic intuitions…

Youthful fantasies…
Overdriven fallacies…
Unjust… unsound… unspoken.

Was I talking about politics? I blame it on the economy.

Was I talking about politics? I blame it on the economy.

I really don’t consider myself a writer as I don’t love writing.  Heck, I don’t even like it.  I’m just doing this because I’m lazy.  How so, you say?  I’ll explain it next year, haha!

Anyways, I’m not a writer so I shouldn’t have writer’s block, right?  So why is it that I can’t think of anything to write?

I blame it on the economy. Again, haha!  Wait, I know, I blame it on the President of the Republic of the Philippines.  Everybody else is blaming the President so why can’t I.  Just kidding, I love our President but only because there’s no one else better to lead. Read the rest of this entry

George W. Bush ducks shoe bullet

George W. Bush ducks shoe bullet

George W. Bush ducks, not one but, two shoes thrown by an Iraqi journalist.  I can’t believe it.

I observed two things:

One, the Secret Service agents were lousy.  How could they give any man the time to throw two shoes.  It’s a good thing both shoes missed.  Had one of them hit their target, the embarassment would’ve been deadlier than an actual assassination.

Two, how did Dubya evade the shoes?  He was nimble out there.  I’m not a Dubya supporter but I’m happy for him, really.  He was doing a Neo (from the Matrix movie).

Or, two, how could the Iraqi miss??

It’s my party and I’ll cry if i want to…

It’s my party and I’ll cry if i want to…

It’s my birthday today, November 27, 2008. IT’S MY PARTY AND I’LL CRY IF I WANT TO…

I found out that that phrase means…. something negative:

The song lyrically portrays the emotional downfall and public humiliation of a teenage girl who, at the birthday party she is throwing, is humiliated when her boyfriend, Johnny, abruptly leaves her and takes up with a girl named Judy, to whom he gives a ring to show his love for her.
The song’s chorus, “It’s my party, and I’ll cry if I want to… You would cry too if it happened to you,” quickly became a part of American pop cultural language as a phrase used to describe being utterly humiliated and miserable during an event that is supposed to be a happy occasion.

 

 

I guesss….

 

IT’S MY PARTY AND I’LL CRY IF I WANT TO!!!