swag new song

broken hearts sometimes creates the best beats


starve the ego, feed the soul.

I feel that all of us get pretty caught up in appearances. We get consumed in pleasing everyone else by acting “cool”, getting what’s “in”, doing what’s “right”…It ends up to the point where we spend so much time doing all these external things to feed our egos, that we don’t spend nearly enough time investing in our inner selves—finding out who we really are, and what we really want.

a new song worth listening to

Okay, so breakdown on my thoughts about this video:

In the introduction the man is about to commit suicide. However, in the turn of events, he suddenly finds himself finding a purpose to live again when he sees a runaway bride trying to escape the grasps of her evil fiance. It’s scary to think that a simple gesture can dramatically turn someone’s life around like this moment here…

From what I’m getting, it seems to me that metaphorically, the bride in white is a representation of his guardian angel, trying to rescue him before her fiancee in black (aka Death) reaches them. Although both the guy and the bride were stuck in dark situations, it is through each other they find the happiness and love to live again. So, when Death comes back to kill them both, he ultimately fails because love can never die.

The subtle cues of this music video is genius, especially the sock. Love how the sock that was used to connect the hose to his´╗┐ car interior to commit suicide is the same one that the woman uses to cheer him up. It’s precious how one simple thing can be perceived/used for life or death, depending on what you hope it’s supposed to do.

Comes and Goes (in Waves)

Listening to this song made me nostalgic about the good/bad memories I have had at Cornell thus far.I grew sad thinking about how I only have one year at Cornell left to experience. Where did the time go?

As the memories of Cornell started flooding in, it suddenly hit me that my college experience was much like a wave—constantly splashing, swaying, moving me into dark and light places that I never imagined. It’ll be soon enough that my Cornell wave will creep past me, and eventually allow for the next tide to come rolling in, drifting me in a new and scary direction. But I’d like to think that in the grand scheme of things, all of these waves so far that have battled the shorelines of my own harbor, were there to alter the margins I have set for myself and push me to handle an ocean more.