change

promise me, love of mine
that even though it ends, now, in front of our eyes
it will live forever on in our hearts
as an old monument from your favourite city
draws a tourist from the overseas towards its eroding self
one day, you'll pull me towards you
and we can live the life we always dreamed of living

Drake - Trust Issues

how trippy ^^ just what i felt like listening to right now.

i've been thinking too much. haven't done that in a while :P
i think i should call apoorva.

too fast.

hi.
i want to write down everything i'm thinking of, but perhaps that'd take a wee bit more time than i have to spend right now.
why is it, that i convince myself that i'm indifferent towards something... and then, temporary insomnia/hormonal imbalance reminds me that i'm really not?
school's ending. i hated school though, not for the most part but, well you know the whole story with my batch and all. springdales was the best thing that happened to me otherwise.
it's all coming to a close. oh, and then theres also this minor little problem that i'm not worrie-

BOARDS

well yes. boards.
a dark cloud moving slowly towards me. and i don't have an umbrella.
alot of my good friends are already in college. my best friend is leaving in a matter of weeks to the states. is he going to just, forget me? replace me?
see this is why i never even try to stay in touch.
whats the point? nobody has enough time. and everyone lives too far away.

you know those kids in your class, that wear glasses and answer all of ma'am's questions? some of them hate their lives, hate that they never get to have fun.
atleast they know where their going. they're working towards something.
everything seems to spin out of control. this time round.. i'm absolutely frightened.

i need help. i need to get in control somehow. take the wheel.

... how?

snore

...and we're back. not that i ever thought it'd come to this. oh well.
blog, if you had a name, would you be interested in being friends for a while?
not that i don't have any. not that i'm not absolutely content with my life.
because i am :)

it's just ...i'm bored.
i'm bored with people. not all of them, just most of them.
the people who i find interesting also happen to be the people i dislike/donot talk to usually. what a bust, right?
i'm just looking for a real conversation. someone to actually sit down and talk to, someone who gets exactly what i mean. without having them stomp all over my heart later.

summer times on its way to a close. i have to study alot this year.
priorities are all set straight. trust me, just because i've been procrastinating doesn't mean i've shut my eyes to the reality of my situation.
this is just something thats been on my mind. i suppose it'll be a while before i can do anything about it.

till then i'm flying solo. the funny thing is... i really do hate being alone but, on some level, spending time with myself is just... easier.

Alicia Keys - Butterflies

New found respect for Alicia Keys. I mean... wow. This has got to be the most beautiful song I've ever heard. And it describes the feeling perfectly.

Hello there, the angel from my nightmare;

Bad Breath

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps sayin I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park

Yo, cut it.

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double-barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's got on the pole shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap of a folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string

Slap the turkey neck and it's hangin from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax, fallin' on a termite
That's chokin on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz)
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)

AHAA! YOU had my bum trinklet!

Hello world.
This is just me - Ninja (My real name's too boring)
And this is how I deal with my problems.


Dad: You can start dating at 32.
Ninja: AHAA! YOU dated a girl when you were 16! I know this because I have contacts!

Bausch and Lomb

xx

School batch: You kissed a girl. You are now an untouchable.
Ninja: AHAA! YOU think you're a 12th grader... but YOU are actually in preschool! Don't come too close or i'll kiss you too, a-goo-goo!

Pampers

xx


Bitch: I sent you a useless nasty messege on your mothers cell phone.
Ninja: AHAA! YOU thought I was bored enough to read your texts... but YOU were mistaken!

My mother finds you rather entertaining

xx


Physics teacher: I am sorry to report that you've failed.
Ninja: AHAA! It isn't an 18, it's an 81! YOU thought you could total... but YOU were wrong! Face the wrath of my pencil box!

Metallic Stationary

xx


Brother: I'm using the laptop, Ninja.
Ninja: AHAA! YOU thought you could boss me around... but YOU have just openly accepted me as your superior! Hand over the highly developed electronic device, fool, or face the wrath of my deadliest weapon yet - biodegradable toilet paper!

Seriously, what?

xx


Boy: I'm publicly breaking up with you on facebook. It wasn't meant to be.
Ninja: AHAA! YOU thought you were capable of love... But YOU aren't even capable of ...well.. ROOOOBY DOOOBY DOOO! ;)

"And I'd have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for that meddling Freud"

Dear John.

Matt Weddle - Hey Ya (Acoustic Cover) [with lyrics]

#3

"What if there was no light.
Nothing wrong, nothing right.
What if there was no time?
And no reason or rhyme?
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side.
That you don't want me there in your life.

What if I got it wrong?
And no poem or song..
Could put right what I got wrong,
Or make you feel I belong
What if you should decide
That you don't want me there by your side
That you don't want me there in your life. "

- coldplay

Forget you!

Go Back to May (1937)

I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,
I see my father strolling out
under the ochre sandstone arch, the
red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head, I
see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks,
the wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its
sword-tips aglow in the May air,
they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are
innocent, they would never hurt anybody.
I want to go up to them and say Stop,
don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman,
he’s the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do,
you are going to do bad things to children,
you are going to suffer in ways you have not heard of,
you are going to want to die. I want to go
up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it,
her hungry pretty face turning to me,
her pitiful beautiful untouched body,
his arrogant handsome face turning to me,
his pitiful beautiful untouched body,
but I don’t do it. I want to live. I
take them up like the male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips, like chips of flint, as if to
strike sparks from them, I say
Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.

- Sharon Olds

Society

Something must be wrong with me. Something must've ...switched off.
Something must've happened to make me feel this way, else however could it make sense. It can't be labelled as a phase. It isn't temporary.
I've felt this way ever since... I've encountered loss. In any form. At any instance.
Perhaps the forced reflection that came along with it hardened what was once more soft.

People. What is it about them that always gets to me?
What is it about an awkward hello that makes it absolutely necessary for all of us to say it? What compels one to join a social networking site, when its easier - SO much easier to pick up the telephone and dial a number?
What is it about feigned emotions?

Remember those "Count the differences" pictures, where two pictures seem to be identical, but on having a closer look you can point out all of what you missed before? Its just that. Hostility hidden behind your concept of the 'picture perfect'.
Normal people are so hostile. Sometimes we don't even know why we are. Maybe its to get on top, right on top. But apparently its really quite lonely up there.

Norms - You saw your parents do it. You saw your friends do it. You saw the world talk about it. And so its true. We must accept and follow a collective opinion of what is "good" and "bad", and squash our emotions into a little suitcase, which eventually gets stacked behind many others in every last corner of our mutilated hearts; It's only for the greater good you see.
Society accepts us, only after we're done with the accepting.

Parents understand that a fine crystal glass has to be cared for or it may be shattered. But when it comes to their children, they do not seem to know or care that their course of action could bring about the kind of devastation that could cut them.
Ruined forever. The very foundation of us.
All these relationships, 'friends', Marriage - WOW. The mother of all of these... concepts (to say the least)
They don't mean anything to me, god. Even you don't, honestly.
Pandora's Box. Despair. Is that what I'm left with now?

Its not that I don't believe in anything. I feel close to nature.
I believe in a higher power, the universe.
I love my brother alot, sometimes I cry when I watch him sleep at night.
I believe that I can feel these emotions, because I'm human.
But that doesn't obligate me to fake how I feel.

I'm not rash or rebellious. I know its smarter to just "play along" and fit in.
Funnily enough, thats where morality kicks in - and not the kind of morality you hear about all the time. My values belong to me. I follow my own "code".
I think that everytime I mold myself into a new 'version' of me, I kill myself a little bit on the inside. Sure for a moment or two the boundaries fade. I actually feel like I am the person I'm pretending to be. But we'd all be in hell, as Carl Jung would believe, if there was complete congruence between us and 'fake' us.

Emotion is real. Pain is real. Love is real.
So real it'll make you cry. You'll feel the blood run through your veins.
As real as the wind blowing in your face. As the many tall trees which stand together through every thunder storm. As real as the fish in the sea, and the clouds in the sky. You'll be vulnerable in the face of something you have no control over.

It's easy to be satisfied with lies. They're far more comforting, believe me.
But the truth comes along with an instant sense of gratification.
Something to finally fill up the void with.
And if being 'antisocial' (define that now, would you?) means being honest about how I feel towards most people and their respective bullshit, then I'm the meanest person around. I'm absolutely alone.
But if you reach me...really.. reach me, I could be the best friend, obedient daughter. The forgiving sister, the loving wife.

R.I.P

Lol.

X: You could use one of mankind's most effective weapons.
Y: ?
X: A hug
Y: VENDETTA
Y: oh

Slack Tide.

"Theres a moment sailors called 'Slack tide' when the tide is neither coming in nor going out, but perfectly still. Its a moment frozen in time, where all is calm and peaceful. The only downside to it is that it passes so quickly. As much as we might like somethings to remain suspended in time, they never do."

Problems

We all have them, right? Big - small. Life changing - Not important in the long run. (though somehow somewhere in my heart I do believe that each and every one of them has a long lasting effect on us.) When faced with one, you can react in so many different ways. But do they ever stop raining down on us? I feel like that unlucky dude with a grey cloud always above my head.
Funny thing is, we kind of make things worse for ourselves. I mean unless you're living in a home where there are certain circumstances you can't help, or you have cancer, or you were living in the wrong part of Japan about a month back (You get my point). But even then, the way we choose to deal with our so called "problems" depends on us.
Some people say that after the bad times come the good times, you know all the silver lining theory and what not. But today I realized that things just don't work that way. Sure, you can have a perfect moment, or two. But sooner or later, somethings bound to go wrong; Problems never end. Its upto you to learn how to be happy anyway, no matter what. That grey clouds always gonna be there, out with the umbrellas!

Keep in touch.

"I am notoriously bad at keeping in touch. It's not that I don't think of people, and it's not even that I don't think of getting in touch. I'm too perfectionist about it. If I call, I've got to be in the exactly right frame of mind to talk. If I write, I've got to have the exactly right words that will be worthy of the recipient's time. The same goes for e-mail. Blog comments? They'll hang around on someone else's blog forever! What could I say that would be worth that?

I keep waiting for the right time to phone or write, and days stretch into months into...

I've lost touch with more people that way - people that I've really wanted to stay in touch with."

EXACTLY. ON THE SPOT. BINGO. DING DING DING.
Whoever wrote that gets exactly how I feel.

Is this love?

I want to spend all of my time with you, but sometimes I can't stand to. I want to make a memory with you, but sometimes I wonder if you're the right one to make it with. Why would I doubt you, you ask? Don't you love me enough? But thats just it. Once again comes a time every single person in the would know of only too well; when you realize that too much is never enough. Theres always going to be something missing. Its not that I don't love you, for I do more than you know, and more than you ever will. Its not that we don't get along - for sometimes it seems as if we were made to be together. I can almost see a family, two smiling children, the soccer classes, the american breakfast. You and me in an Air conditioned room with a white blanket and light blue sheets. I know you'll lift me up when times get rough. I know I'll support you and kick the sorry ass of anyone who tries to bring you down. So how'd we wind up like this? Still don't understand?

Think of it like this. Picture an isobaric P-V graph. A line going straight on for a really, really long time. Now picture an isochoric graph. A line going all the way down to the ground and then ceasing to exist ...on the graph. You and me are doing perfectly fine, things can't get any better. And then *BOOM* we're at the bottom before any of us realizes it.

Different takes on it>?

Juno MacGuff: I'm just like losing my faith with humanity.
Mac MacGuff: Can you can narrow that down for me?
Juno MacGuff: I just wonder if like, two people can ever stay together for good.
Mac MacGuff: You mean like couples?
Juno MacGuff: Yeah, like people in love.
Mac MacGuff: Are you having boy troubles? Because I gotta be honest with you; I don't much approve of dating in your condition, 'cause well... that's kind of messed up.
Juno MacGuff: Dad, no!
Mac MacGuff: Well, it's kind of skanky. Isn't that what you girls call it? Skanky? Skeevy?
Juno MacGuff: Please stop.
Mac MacGuff: [persisting] Tore up from the floor up?
Juno MacGuff: That's not what it's about. I just need to know that it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.
Mac MacGuff: Well, it's not easy, that's for sure. Now, I may not have the best track record in the world, but I have been with your stepmother for 10 years now and I'm proud to say that we're very happy.
[Juno nods]
Mac MacGuff: Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with.

***

Narrator(After Summer breaks up with Tom): If Tom had learned anything... it was that you can't ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence, that's all anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence... Tom had finally learned, there are no miracles. There's no such thing as fate, nothing is meant to be. He knew, he was sure of it now.

Tom: You don't want to be named as anybody's girlfriend, and now you're someone's wife?
Summer: Well, you know, I guess it's 'cause I was sitting in a deli and reading Dorian Gray and a guy comes up to me and asks me about it and... now he's my husband.
Tom: Yeah. And... so?
Summer: So, what if I'd gone to the movies? What if I had gone somewhere else for lunch? What if I'd gotten there 10 minutes later? It was - it was meant to be. And... I just kept thinking... Tom was right.
Tom: No.
Summer: Yeah, I did.
[laughs]
Summer: I did. It just wasn't me that you were right about.

***

"When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he's everything you ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is very easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow up and you realize that Prince Charming is not as easy to find as you thought. You realize the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he's not easy to spot; he's really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair."
— Taylor Swift

***

"Well you know, in every relationship... ones a runner and ones a chaser. Which one are you?"

***

"Don't think that after break up your so called partner whose "finally rid of you" is really free. Its a strange kind of pain. Its like, you know you weren't meant to be... and so you made a choice and stuck with it. But now theres no-one to talk to at night. You're all on your own again, and you have to look for someone to make things alright. I think its worse than losing someone you love." - Akanksha Arora

***


Timeless tragedy. People keep singing about it. Its quoted in movies, and books. Its secretly hidden in every pop, rock, and even instrumental number. Its what nerds dream about, jocks take for granted, girls try to define (Ha.), and the reason for every failed marriage.

Facebook.

It starts with a constriction in my chest. I look around the room for something to distract me - but it isn't of any use. At this point I can hear my heart pound. My mother walks in. Asks me a question or two. Uses my bathroom. I quickly become aware of my hands which were shaking less than a minute ago. Clench my fists. Push a flick back. Scratch my nose while talking to her. I have absolutely no idea of what I just said. She leaves. I shut my eyes and sigh - or atleast try to, there doesn't seem to be any air going in or out. I go through everything again and again in my head, trying to make sense of it all. A strange emptiness slowly starts to fill me up, trickling down all the way to my toes. Something I can recognize because I've felt this way before, but if ever asked to describe it, could never find the right words.

I did regret, then, being apart of the Social Networking site, something that keeps you constantly under the spotlight which you pretend to hate so much - but then the minute you can't keep a constant check on whats happening... you've missed out.
Its like waking up from a coma and finding that the whole world has moved on;
no-one could ever understand how you feel though, because you haven't yet.

(Lol not based on how I feel generally, rather on a bad experience)

Ramblings.

Girl: I wasn't being sarcastic, you already know my sarcasm is really easy to spot. I don't know how to be subtle.
Boy: Off course you don't.
Girl: Oh that's hilarious.
Boy: What is?
Girl: Your sarcasm?
Boy: Well atleast I'm open about it. The truth about you is that you have a dark side, you're just pretending that you don't. Which is stupid. Because everyone has one.
Girl: ...
Boy: You were taking a shot. And someone took a shot back. Hold what you said to your heart and put up a fight. Running away won't win you any respect.
Girl: But why does it matter to me? Why do they matter to me?
Boy: Because you think they're better than you. But they aren't.
Girl: And whose to say that now?
Boy: Because if someone took a shot back at you, it was to try and belittle you. The only reason anyone would want to do that would probably be because you trampled all over their huge, pulsating ego. Sure, you mess up somtimes. But you don't live with that burden.
Girl: What burden?
Boy: Being insecure upto the extent of trying to make yourself feel better about your existence by constantly putting others down.
Girl: Why are they like that?
Boy: I'm not entirely sure. But sometimes I wish people as intelligent as them would try and put their smarts to use instead of being a public annoyance.
Girl: So they're not important?
Boy: They're not important.

Paradoxical Architecture.

Yes, to be completely honest with you, I was thinking of inception when I wrote that title.
So I'm watching the Social Network, using my dad's laptop - not because its super cool or anything, but because he chose to steal mine which is bigger, better ...and well alright it isn't better but it contains most of my recorded work and audacity (its an awesome software, download if you like messing with the physics of music) and so it pisses me off to a large extent to see him type fast on "efbee" from his alternate ID called "Alter Ego". No, he doesn't have a girlfriend, its more along the lines of he likes to address social issues with a whole bunch of jobless hobos/hippies who think they can change the world with a click of a button. Yes, yes, I am aware that a digital raindrop can turn into a pixel-by-byte tsunami in the internet ocean; The best example of that would be the Jasmine revolution (which I didn't know anything about till we were asked to write about Libya when it was Endeavour house's turn to do the Wall Magazine). I'm glad that they're fighting for their freedom, but are they really getting anywhere? Sorry - too mean.
Going along with the constant stream of thought here.
Everyone's leaving. Some of them already got into college - I can still see my mother pointing a finger at me and telling me infront of my best friend that I'm going to miss him like crazy after he leaves. But that's just it.
Perhaps it hasn't hit me that they're going, or perhaps distance simply isn't a factor anymore - but I don't feel anything at all. All I can think about is that they're all actually GETTING into good colleges - will I be able to do the same?
Sure I'm good at music. Sure, I can play. But I make mistakes.
There are so many people out there in the world who can probably play better than I can. I know I understand music better than most people do, (And please. I'm not tooting my own horn here. I'm not particularly good at most things - including art, poetry, maintaining good reputations, and err. Friendships?) but I've always believed (always use this as a way of making yourself feel better) that there are 10 people in the world who are feeling EXACTLY the way that you feel right now, at this very moment. (Probably the wrong estimate, there could be hundreds, thousands.. but who wants to be miserable right?)
Am I good enough? Do I have the potential to be the Mark Zucherburg of music?
Can I be the next 'Hans Zimmer'? As Enya constantly however correctly repeated in celtic song verse - Only time can tell.
I think along with 10% luck (which is on perpetual PMS in my case), there comes a 90% requirement of hard-fucking-work. And I'm a lazy child.
So what I need is constant motivation. Something to drive (Psychological term, happy now Shweta?) me forward to be the best I can be. And so that brings us back to the start, me sitting on my bony ass. No wait, me sitting on my bony ass watching "The Social Network" and simultaneously reading up on majors in music along with googling a bit on Zimmer.
See its not much ya? But its definately a start.

RAYMAAANNNN < 3

Wanna get to know me better?
Go to youtube, type in "Rayman sountrack 3"
Listen to,
1) Outside the fairy council
2) Ascending the tower
3) Land of the living dead
4) The magic hoodoo theme
I know they aren't amazing on their own... but they're game soundtracks that I've never been able to forget. It's been 7 years :')
Whenever I listen to them I feel magical in a way I can't seem to explain.

Tuck Everlasting (Theme)

This is one of the only songs in the world that can make me cry right from the start.
What a masterpiece, even the movie T_T

Recovery

Can I just say, I've tried to abstain from writing about this?
And that I succeeded for quite a while, is perhaps, what disappoints me the most.
Last night I dreamt that I was locked in a huge, rambling, rather scary-looking house.
You were waiting for me on the terrace, and I was getting late.

The only problem was that I couldn't find a way up.

For hours and hours on into my dream, I cringed in my sleep, quietly calling out to you; but for hours and hours, I found myself standing yet again infront of another closed door.
I woke up without ever having heard your voice.

The day that followed was a dull one.
Every event took place in a maddening, perfect sequence.
Bad food. Ass jutting out of fridge.
Physics tuition. Parents squawking.
Procrastination. Phone calls.

And then somewhere in the middle of it all;
A shard of ice seemed to pierce my heart - but in place of the usual onslaught of memories, a realization of truth dawned.
You're not waiting for me up on that terrace. I've been calling out to no-one.
Grinning with a lost air at empty walls. You're gone.
There might've been a million rational reasons for why.
Too soon, I didn't see it coming. And then it happened. And now it's over.

Beethoven 5th Symphony (No. 5, graphical score animation, allegro)

I actually feel smarter after listening to this.
Which inturn makes me wonder what's todays music does to the mind ;)

Let us not be deceived - we are today in the midst of a cold war.

Bernard Baruch

Dear... Sincerely Me.

Well, I'm going to start by saying I don't believe in you. I'm well aware this makes you uncomfortable. However, we must put our differences aside today and... chat? :) It's been only too long.

Differences

Tarana = Schrödinger's cat syndrome
God = Absolutely positive

Tarana = Tries to keep in touch
God = Will call me back later

Tarana = 17 year old girl with big eyes
God = Bearded blue man wearing a turban. Muscular. Has a tusk, perhaps.

Tarana = Afraid of the ambiguity of the future
God = Knew it before my ancestors were conceived


Just kidding. (?) But anyway, getting back to our long awaited articulation.


Hello dear. I'll get to the point.

You created man,

among many other animals. Only you "privileged" man with a brain.
No inbuilt chip that provides us with any idea of what the fuck we're to do with it.
Just... a brain. A big pink swirly thing that classifies us as indecisive, lackadaisical, pessimistic, and... sure. Uniquely intelligent.
Oh, and I know you. Your face's probably gone swollen red, just bursting out with a counter argument along the lines of "you're looking at the glass half empty!"
----> Dude, thats my point. Why would you even give me that option?

I get, that it might have been difficult for you to create a world where children pooped butterflies and all of us could bake muffins made of love, chocolate, and goodness. I realize, that everyone can't be equally loved and rewarded.
I understand, your position when you say that things really can't last forever.

But buddy, if you knew ALL of that... then why on earth couldn't you have made us into the kind of people that knew how to deal with it? Why would you introduce us to the harsh realities of life, if you couldn't give us the power to change.
Either you're optimistic upto the extent of lunacy and you truly believe that "we shall overcome"; or you're one twisted son of a bitch.
It's always ends with "The moral of the story." "How you played the game."
"The lesson." "Now I know what to do next time."

Diversions. Heres the real question.

When you paved paradise, and then put up a parking lot,
When the grass was always greener on the other side,
Were you only giving us reasons to lose hope so that we could come running back to you?
Because I feel like we're all looking for the same thing. All of us.
I can't really say what, but I swear it's on the tip of my tongue.

$

Weird Thingadoodle doo #1

Sometimes I bend down on my knees to stare at the grass, and I pretend that all the little plants are actually trees.
I pretend I'm a giant staring down at my own little mini world.

Little Realizations

1. Things happen quickly and in an orderly fashion

if

you can keep your lid on.
2. If you've a miserable cold but good oral hygiene, you've already won half the battle.
3. If your gadgets don't work, chances are you haven't been taking care of them.
4. An echo has to start somewhere; If people aren't reciprocating, you probably didn't acknowledge them in the first place.
5.

The only problem with the "Fuck it" approach to life,

is that you actually do care a teeny wittle bit.

Love the way you Lie.

"So maybe I’m a masochist
I try to run but I don’t wanna ever leave
Till the walls are goin’ up in smoke with all our memories..."

Rihanna starts by singing, “Just gonna stand there and watch me burn, well, that’s alright because I like the way it hurts. Just gonna stand there and hear me cry, well, that’s alright because I love the way you lie.” From there, Em raps three verses which provide the details of a troubled relationship. There’s arguing, domestic violence, apologies and (eventually) a resolution that those within these types of romantic relationships are probably all too familiar with. Despite the subject matter, Em doesn’t pull any punches (no pun intended, obviously) and does a nice job of driving home the point that domestic violence is a vicious cycle.



The reason it works, though — and the reason I’d say “Love The Way You Lie” is Em’s most important track to date — is that he sends a clear message about domestic violence without making it so blatant that you’re forced to hit the “Next Track” button.

It’s as if Eminem and Rihanna have tricked us into thinking about domestic violence in our society.

There’s no intro or outro with Em addressing the subject matter. There’s no bridge where Rihanna breaks down in tears and sings her heart out. They just let the song speak for itself.

That Em practically made a living off rapping about domestic violence in the past (“KIM,” anyone?) only makes it that much stronger. It gives a lot of those older tracks purpose, almost as if they’ve set Em up to make a statement on domestic violence today without it seeming corny or over-the-top. It’s as if he’s saying,

“Here’s all the twisted thoughts that go through the mind of someone that batters a female—are you sure this is what you want? And are you sure that you’re ready to go through this over…and over…and over again if it is?”

By adding Rihanna — who struggled through domestic violence with her former boyfriend Chris Brown — the song becomes more believable, too. It’s the type of track that will do more than just become a hit on the radio. It’ll give girls (and guys) in troubled relationships something to think about. It’ll get played at schools and shelters and on the radio and generate discussion. It’ll make a difference.

“Love The Way You Lie” may not be Em’s best song of all-time. It not may feature him taking shots at pop stars, raging against the machine or giving the middle finger to the rest of the world. It may not dazzle you with wordplay or make you want to stand in front of the mirror and rap every word. But when it comes to his legacy, it very well may go down as the most socially important track of Eminem’s career. Of course, only time will tell. But for now: I love what “Love The Way You Lie” says about how far Em has come.

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