I had a dream last night. No, this is not a song. This is a confession.
“I dreamed that I no longer want to be a David-fangirl. YIKES! What kind of dream is that!? – sounds more like a nightmare!!
I dreamed that my fanatical David-habits were driving me towards a very dangerous zone called “insanity”. I needed to “let go” and be “normal” again.
I reflected when I woke. Well, you know what they say – that dreams are often an extension of your real life, which, for me, had gone totally bonkers the past 3 years or so. Even my maid, poor girl, has been unwittingly and mercilessly sucked into my Archu-frenzy:
“Your dinner has gone cold again ma’am….I have warmed it up 3 times already….Jakarta, Manila, Hanoi, KL and now MOTAB?..what kind of country is that?………”
And what about my 2 pet dogs: Goof and Poof? They are giving me sidelong glances, wondering when the heck they will be taken for their walkies:
Goof: (he is the man of the kennel-house and is sometimes a little too outspoken for my liking) Look, Poofy, just take a look at Marmmy…she has just gone into her David-trance again!
Poof: I knooow…. I wonder if we’ll get our walkies tonight. It has been awhile, hasn’t it?
Goof: You can say that again! Ever since that David guy opened his mouth to sing, our walkies have been inconsistent and infrequent. Remember when she first heard that song called Crush? I was a little puppy then…..and now I’m all grown-up and she is STILL listening to it like she has never heard it before.
Poof: It’s a shame – our dear Marmmy has gone crazy, hasn’t she? But this David….hmmm…he is rather dishy, I must say….you know, in a human sort of way….
Goof: And the nice noises he makes when he sings sound much better than that made by the other horrible noises made by the other humans on the radio…
Poof: I rather like Crush actually. Marmmy plays it so often I can almost sing it now.
Goof: Ai hello! You’re a dog. You don’t sing!!
Poof: Well I can bark it, can’t I? Only the Yay Yay Yay part is a little tricky. I tried it once and the neighbour threw a shoe at me. And Marmmy told me to Shut Up!
Goof: I like the new one called Heaven – reminds me of how I feel when you snuggle up to me.
Poof: Awwww…..Goofyyyyyyyyy……!!
And so they fall into each other’s doggie arms and legs and snoozed off…..
……….While Marmmy clicks the button to play Heaven for the 10th time that night……….
Told you. I’ve gone quite mad.
I really must resolve to go back to my regular life – that which was calm….collected….sedate….mundane….uninteresting….uninspiring….boring………………..more boring…
Nevertheless. My mind is made up. Today is D-Day…..I mean… Please-David-Release-Me-Day.
(Have you guys ever tried weaning yourself of him? Trust me, it’s not funny: your eyeballs dilate and throb, your stomach heaves and churns…..and a strange, trembling voice inside your mindless head keeps on murmuring…murmuring…”you are dying….you’re dying……..” not to mention nose-bleeds, headspins, muscle-cramps, body itch….plus others too embarrassing to be mentioned here)……………….
…..gotta get through this gotta get through this……..hey why the dang am I still mumbling this song!………………no! no! no! David Archuleta!!……..l.e.a.v.e….m.e….a.l.o.n.e.!!!……..I can do it I can do it….
Perspiring profusely, I nervously waved a determined “goodbye”….
Namo Namo Namo
Then –
– His eyes gentle yet lethal, lingering – as if to beckon
– Music and Beauty impossible to deny – once more my senses, pervade
– Once again his truth met mine
– Once again silently tearing me apart
AAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! I collapsed to the floor.
It’s of no darn use. I can’t do it……not now…..not ever.
The Archulator has Spoken and Rules again.
My destiny dictates that I remain tortured and tormented in Archu-Doomdom. Sadly, ordering MOTAB under a sudden mindless masochistic spell is another step towards slipping into its yet darker pits.
Dang that man.
He has, no doubt, given me exhilaration and joy difficult to compare, impossible to comprehend and no way to describe – he has also committed me to a life of utter delirium.
BUT.
What is love fulfilled when it is devoid of torment and frenzied passion?
I can see it. Clear as crystal –
There will be many more happy deaths to come.
Dang. Double Dang.
Forget my dream.
You don’t wanna go through what I went through.
Wean yourself of him if you must – during times of your weak moments of faithlessness – but don’t say I didn’t warn you!!
Trace