Reflecting on a Talkshow

some random thoughts:
1. my ellince has finally returned from oblivion...haha...
2. i need my drums...NOW...i need to fucking bash my guts out at something RIGHT NOW...

i chanced upon an episode of the oprah show yesterday. now i don't usually watch the show because i always thought it was a programme created by the white american executive male and fronted by the victimised black american female for the self-victimising white american female and unless you're white+american+male you're not going to gain access to the show, much less appreciate it.

but then i saw yesterday's episode which was (quite aptly) about abused women who were betrayed by their husbands, and i found it rather enlightening.

i'm not gonna go into the whole victimisation crap because i know everyone is sick of it, myself included. so i'll stick to the focus.

so the guest expert on the show was counselling a woman whose husband literally disappeared on her 3 years into mariage and telling her that "best friends don't betray friends, losers betray friends".

which can't be more true.

i mean, who has never been betrayed by their closest, or even best friends? who has never revealed their darkest secrets and deepest insecurities to someone or some people, only to have these 'confidantes' turn the tables and use the sacred, most trusted information back on them? i know i have, and more than once at that.

well, as the expert tells it, and as i have learnt for myself, there is absolutely no use questioning why they did what they did to you, questioning why a 'best friend' would turn traitor and betray a best friend. it would be easier to accept that said 'best friend' was never a worthy person to begin with, and that said 'best friend's' incapability to maintain a healthy friendship was NOT your fault. a good person would never hurt another, but it makes full sense for a bad person to. as i once told my brother, it is best to find out the hard way now and end the friendship there and then because for all you know, a few years down the road, said bastard of a 'best friend' may run off with the 30000 bucks he/she borrowed from you and leave you to clear up the mess he/she spent his/her entire existence making. if the friendship was really meant to be, then i suppose somehow said 'best friend' will find a way back into your life, as in the case of mingxi and me. otherwise, just as well that you found out what kind of a person you had been trusting before he/she gets a chance to run away with more.

but then, how do you know what a 'best friend' isn't until you have been betrayed?

How About A Song Review?

i love the latest fatboy slim song, "That Old Pair Of Jeans".

especially that opening refrain...
ah ah-ah ah-ah-ah-ah ah-ah...

i would put a link to the song here, if i wasn't the absolute html idiot. so there.

the first time i heard it, it was just a nice new song with a recognizable singer. but that refrain grows on you, and it has a really mysterious way of creating this strong feeling of nostalgia in you. not a sad reminiscence of the good ol' days long gone, but rather a shared past that's private and yet common at the same time. it's like the celebration of simply having a past.

to me, that's the most successful nostalgic song i've heard in a long time. none of that "if you're going to san francisco...um tze um tze um tze..." crap. if you grew up listening to that song like i did--correction, i grew up listening to my dad listen to that song--hey i used to know the words...--then you'll definitely feel nothing but embarrassment at the way the song has been mangled, crushed, rolled into a ball and hung upside-down to emit bright coloured light onto the dancefloor. the only head-banging you'll see is me pounding on dj what's-his-name's noggin' for coming up with such a pathetic remix.

but the point is "That Old Pair Of Jeans".

i really love that song. i mean, it's not even the lyrics, words are so secondary that well, there aren't any really. but the music itself is enough to draw such a feeling out from deep inside of you. yeah, i was quite amazed when i first experienced that feeling of nostalgia listening to the song, even more so that it made me smile to myself and glow on the inside.
i guess the tune truly epitomizes the title--a simple, distanced matter that is close to all of our hearts.

i really love the song "That Old Pair Of Jeans".
ah ah-ah ah-ah-ah-ah ah-ah...