David looking Happy!
When was this taken???
His eyes look a little swollen though (from crying? 😦 )
Could the pic be taken just before he cropped off his hair before the Mission?
Nice sweater David!
Doesn’t David always say : “I’m short … I’m weird-looking … and I hate my voice …” ?
In response to David’s self-effacing remarks, I would like to say to him: Yeah David, you are also blind … deaf … and not very smart! 😀
But we Archies ( and many non-Archies too) know better. He is, without doubt, one of the cutest … most dashing … most classy guys around, and his voice wrenches out the hardest heart of hearts. Height doesn’t count in my books – some like them short, some like them tall – I personally prefer them shorter actually. To me, most tall guys seem to look gangly and spindly and you can’t help asking them: Hey dude, what’s the weather up there like? Shorter guys are more sturdy-looking and are more down-to-earth. But, having said that, I think what is more important is what emerges from the eyes – the “windows of the soul” – short or tall. 😉
Besides, when David is onstage singing, he looks like the taaallest guy in the entire world!
I think it’s time David stands up for himself and say in his head: “Yeah … so I’m short, so what … but I’m one of the cutest .. one of the most dashing guys around .. and I have the most heart-wrenching voice that is to die for.” But … David being David, we suspect he will never say that in a million years … even to himself. I’m just wishing he would. Just to boost his self-confidence. It is one of those wishes of mine which may never come true. But one never knows – he may yet spring another out-of-the-blue surprise on us and change his tune!
Anyway, jokes aside, what I really want to say in this blog is: David may not have the largest fanbase todate (it will grow, I am certain of it), but the “fanlove” and heart-connection is true, sincere, deep, enduring and very touching. I’ve never come across a fanbase that does so much and works so relentlessly to keep the Archu-love burning. We know that everything will be worth it in the end. It is Something ‘Bout that Archu-Love.
Love is like a violin
The music may stop now and then
But the strings remain forever
– Unknown –
Pictures speak better than words sometimes, so we are posting some to remind ourselves that, as we may move on with real life or with other artistes during the past 2 years or so, there is always a significant part in our hearts which will forever belong to David. You might get a little impatient with certain cicumstances but you don’t fall OUT of love with David Archuleta. It is just NOT done! 🙂
♥ LONG LIVE ARCHU-LOVE ! ♥
I rarely have David-dreams but they happen now and again. The last huge one I had was more than 2 years ago about my desperation to wean off my ODD … or Die. (I believe I chose Death … the ODD kind, you know 😉 ) The subject of that traumatic dream was posted here some time ago.
But David wouldn’t stop haunting my dreams and I had another one recently. This time, it was not of a do-or-die nature. It seemed to have many symbolisms though and still a little weird. Excitement is gradually escalating for his return and my dream cells (yours too probably) are a little out of control and gone a little wonky. Let me share this weird dream with you.
I dreamed that David and I were old buddies. We sat down to play a game of chess. A relaxed and not very competitive session as we are both not very competitive people. 😉
Then he suddenly announced that he needed to go to the toilet. So he left.
After mucking about a bit, I felt my jeans were too tight. Before I could stand up to make some adjustments, Ed Sheeran appeared from nowhere.
David is in the loo, I said to him.
No, Ed replied. He is singing and banging on his piano now.
Oh let’s go listen to him, I suggested.
The piano was not down the hall, nor was it in the next room. It was at the peak of a mountain where the ground was covered by a carpet of lush green and fresh-looking grass which looked like it had been newly mowed, and dotted with leafy green trees, gently swaying. There were some gusty winds blowing as I climbed. Ed Sheeran had somehow disappeared. I had to trek up that mountain alone with my hair flapping about and tickling my nose. The mountain looked alot like this:
Then I spotted David, true to form, at his piano and belting out a song I did not recognise. His voice rang through the wind while I perched by the piano and listened.
Do you sing? He asked, still banging on the piano. (I know I can’t sing but does he have to know it?! Sadly, in the presence of this dude, you just don’t feel like you are able to lie, so I told him the truth)
Well … no … I replied.
“I can’t marry you then”. (Title of a new song?) He said matter-of-factly – while still banging on his piano.
I woke up with a start. Obviously, even my dream spirit was incapable of handling the shock of that out-of-the-blue statement. On retrospect, it was not the remark itself that brought about the trauma of embarrassement that woke me up. It was because that issue had never crossed my mind! How dare I ?!! Who wants to marry him anyway, I thought. I could be his Great Grand-aunt! Tut tut!
Many have maintained that
Dreams have their origin in real spiritual excitations
And are the outward manifestations of spiritual powers
Whose free movements have been hampered during the day
– Sigmund Freud –
– The Interpretation Of Dreams –
Since it is impossible to have a face-to-face consultation with Dr.Freud who I adore, I made a concerted effort to make an analysis myself, of the state of my mind these past weeks … months, to have dreamed a dream such as this –
The sudden appearance of Ed Sheeran must have owed to my having been watching The Voice where he was co-coach to Christine Aguilera – so no brainer and no blame on David.
David’s sudden departure from our chess game to go to the gents – could it symbolise his departure almost 2 years ago? (There is in no way that I am comparing one of the venues with the other, so do stay calm guys! 🙂 )
David playing his piano and singing on top of a remote mountain and my need to climb it to reach him – was probably about our inaccessibility to him the past umpteen months?
A song I did not recognise – I must have been desperately wanting new music from him?
The gusts of wind during my climb – could that be our anxiety for David’s future career facing obstacles?
The fresh green newly-mowed grass and the beautiful trees – could it be an indication of David’s new, refreshed career?
As for the “marrying” part haha, it was obviously brought about by reading so many recent archu-speculations whether he would be soon fulfilling the staunch wishes of his Church to quickly get married and start a family – “to be fruitful and multiply … to populate the earth abundantly and multiply it” 😉
As a mummy-archie, I have been harbouring fears that David might marry the “wrong” girl one day; someone who might bully him and take advantage of his sweet nature. Anyway, who am I (or us) to have any say or control over a situation which is not our dang business. But worry, I’m sure we will – From Archies With Love, David!!
As for my jeans being too tight – no brainer! We should all know where THAT came from! 😉
Congratulations to David! When he returns, he will be referred to by Claudia’s baby (and maybe the Archies too!) as Uncle David! 🙂
This blog today is totally irrelevant – and perhaps tinged with a shadow of irreverence too – it depends on how you look at it – but it is meant just for us to tickle our brain and our funnybone. 🙂
Spoonerism, just in case some of you are not familiar with the word, occurs when an error is made in speech by a slip of the tongue (or even deliberately done on certain occasions), usually in short sentences (like when you speak too fast or when you are feeling overly excited) by accidentally swapping the alphabets. The result can be pretty hilarious. Eg: Instead of saying: “My Day is Bad”, it comes out as: “My Bay is Dad“.
Let me start off by telling you a little story which happened a long time ago between me and a young boy whose mum requested me to give her son some lessons in Mandarin. After much strenuous effort on his part, he came to an impasse as his English-trained speaking faculty could hardly get past those basic Mandarin pronunciations and intonations.
I became frustrated and I wanted to say to him: “Hey, you sound like a Bunny Rabbit!”. Instead, what came out from my mouth was: “Hey, you sound like a Runny Babbit!” (which incidentally, is a common mistake by many)
Both he and I broke into such fits of laughter that we were on the verge of banging our heads on the table with tears running down our cheeks. That broke his deadlock and lessons resumed with improved success.
From then on, I decided that each one of us must come up with a Spoonerism of the Day – in English of course, not Mandarin haha – every time he came to class – just to give some comic relief to his Mandarin-tension, and mine too in teaching him.
The funniest one he came up with, which I still remember him by, even after all these years is –
“My Grandmother told me to go and Sleep”
“My Sandmother told me to go and Gleep” (sound of a monkey)
That young boy, nick-named Blue, grew into an industrious and diligent young man and is about to embark on an advanced course at Uni. We ran into each other not so long ago and we both reminisced with hilarity, our fun time during our Spoonerism sessions.
Which brings me to David -Spoonerisms. I am posting several David-associated ones to share with you – not at his expense of course, (WOULD I DO THAT!!? 😛 ) but to share the fun derived from “a slip of the tongue” as in Spoonerism.
David Sings Well! David Wings Sell!
Is David still Dear to you and still very Busy? Is David still Beer to you and still very Dizzy?
David, go and Take a Break. David, go and Bake a Trake. (a gardening tool)
David, Come to my House! David, Hum to my Cows!
Shall I Make some Tea for you David? Shall I Take some Me for you David?
Is David Bubbly or Sad? Is David Stubbly or Bad?
David’s hands feel Silky and Manly. David’s hands feel Milky and Sandy.
Are you Ready enough to Go home, David? Are you Giddy enough to Row home, David?
David, some fans want you to Rip off your Clothes! David, some fans want you to Clip off your Roes!
David is into Sad Ballads. David is into Bad Salads.
Did you Lose Weight David? Did you Wooze Late David?
David, did you Gain many Pounds? David, did you Paint many Gowns?
David, please Ease my Tears! David, please Tease my Ears!
Parachutes and Airplanes. Arrow-shoots and Pear-planes.
David does not like Fish Soup. David does not like Sish Foop.
What is David’s Wish For? What is David’s Fish War?
David looks Cosy from every Nook. David looks Nosey from every Cook.
Drum up more Swagger, David! Sump up more Dagger, David!
We like David’s voice Roaring with Pain. We like David’s voice Pouring with Rain!
We like David’s voice Howling like a Wolf. We like David’s voice Wowing like a Hoof.
David is a Sweet Person. David is a Tweet Sermon.
We like David’s Fluffy Hair! We like David’s Huffy Flair!
David! Gift us a Song! David! Sift us a Gong!
Woah David, come back and Blow our Minds! Woah David, come back and Mow our Blinds!
When we go for a David concert, we jump like some Mad Bunny! When we go for a David concert, we jump like some Bad Money!
Try it out for fun! If you don’t mind your head spinning! 😀
My niece, Keisha, did not like David Archuleta. She thought he was not cool enough. Inevitably I gave her a mouthful at some point … afterall, she is my Niece, not my Aunt. I thought giving her a mouthful was by right of seniority of rank and hierarchy. 😉
We stopped talking. About David, that is. One day, out of the blue, she initiated another David-conversation with me.
Aunty … you know … that David Archuleta … She slithered up to me, hesitatingly like she was tip-toe-ing and sliding over eggshells, eyeing me with caution, just so that she did not step on my fragile David-Archuleta-toes again.
Before she can have a chance to finish what she wanted to say, I jumped in with a certain measure of indignation: Of course I know David Archuleta! What d’ya mean “do I know that David Archuleta?!”
Knowing too well my D-partiality, she brushed aside my rather snide remark and continued: Well.. actually … I think he is pretty good really … in her strong English accent.
Oh Almighty, I thought she would never see the light of day!
Oh yeah? … I said guardedly, with a sneaky suspicion that it was a sort of trick she was playing on me, or that she was looking for a fight again. At the back of my mind, I was already planning another mouthful for her.
Ya, she said, he actually has a very good voice and he sings with so much emotion. You feel like crying when you really listen.
Took you so long to “really listen” huh? I looked more kindly at her and my equilibrium was beginning to be restored.
Well, at first I felt he was rather old-fashioned, she said.
What has that got to do with good singing?! – I was mentally loading my gun again.
Ignoring my remark (which was wise). she continued: His voice sometimes sounds like he is crying for help. He makes you feel like you want to put your arms round him and comfort him. But then, actually, he is, in turn, putting His arms round You and comforting You!
My dear little niece (not so little really. I just see her as “little”) – when did she learn to be so wise? So insightful?
He is actually quite unique, she went on. Uniqueness is so rare nowadays. So many musicians produce the same kind of crap over and over, it’s getting meaningless and boring. Many of them make music that is not music – just some stuff to make loads of money with. And it seems like that’s what most people want.
I stared at her in silence with disbelief and wonderment –
She went on talking like she has listened to David for some time: But then, I think his voice deserves better music. Some of his songs are not so great. He would be so much more popular if his music strikes a chord with people who really buy music alot. He already has that amazing voice. He needs to combine it with better music.
Keisha – no longer an unthinking kid who gave in to peer pressure a few years ago- now imbibed with maturity, with better taste and with deeper understanding of the need for quality and empowered with analytical powers.
Aunty, she said, I have a surprise gift for you. Listen to this. She held her phone next to my ear and there it was. DRA playing into my ear. I didn’t know whether to smile at hearing David’s voice again after so many weeks of abstinence in the mountains, or to cry at the Eureka experience of my beloved niece.
Mouthfuls of debate and words close to reproaches of sarcasm are no longer needed. I hugged and thanked her for the song. And an extra layer of bond burgeoned between us. I could not love her more than this at that moment.
She recently emailed me from faraway London and said: “Aunty … you know … that David Archuleta …”
I smiled a knowing smile to myself and replied: “Yes Keisha, I know … that David Archuleta … And you do too. 🙂 “
This vid is so funny and has such an understated humour, we decided to post it!