April 16th, 2008

happy girl

i bloody win at life omgggg.


Granted, it's technically an hour and twenty-three minutes behind my self-imposed deadline, but who really cares that it's technically a new day after 12 midnight, right?

Granted, also, that my paper is the worst supposed-to-do-well-for type paper that I've ever done in my life, EVER, and that I seriously had NO IDEA what the hell I was writing about; but when you're desperate and have a deadline to meet and are desperately trying to meet the said deadline, you'll honestly settle for anything, shit included.

Normally at about 12.30 a.m. I'd start watching my high-definition David videos and somehow I always end up watching EVERYTHING, in CHRONOLOGICAL order, before I sleep; but it's 1.28 a.m. and it's quite late, and I intend to wake up early later in the morning to see if Gizmo really works regarding the whole internet phone voting thing (seriously, David should hurry come to Singapore so that we can consummate our marriage). But then again I can always try at 12 noon when the people on the West Coast are voting, so maybe I will watch my David videos after all. I CAN'T SLEEP WITHOUT WATCHING THEM OMG.

Okay, I kid. I'm, in fact, actually quite sleepy now and I think I'm just going to bed after I post this.

I'm really freaking stoked that I FINISHED MY BLOODY PAPER, just like I said I would. Of course the quality is entirely questionable and I bet it doesn't even exist, but the material point is, I said I'd do it, and I did it. Bwahahaha! The amazing things desperation can do to a person.

I bet if I wasn't distracted by, inter alia, David, Tris's blog, Facebook, other friends' blogs, David, my brother doing stupid things to my poor Cow Cow (don't ask), my own blog, did I mention David?, I might have finished the paper muuuuch earlier, and might have been able to watch David before I sleep! In any case, I have concluded from my accomplishment of my Herculean feat of writing 5,587 words in less than two days that if I can do something like this, then David Cook can totally win Season 7 of American Idol.

Um, I'm not sure what the link is either, but I'm sleepy and high from finishing my paper so indulge me okay? Also, why does everything I say relate back to David?

On another note, I'm really slow, but I just discovered that the New Yorker is online. I practically foamed at the mouth when I was browsing through the fiction and poetry section (and quickly lost interest in the poetry section when I read a few and found them pretentious and crappy). I was going to read two stories last night but Southern Thailand got in the way. I did read this story though, and it messed with my head enough to push David out of there for a while, long enough for me to come up with a preliminary analysis of the author's intention. Go read it! It's deliciously bizarre and borders on absurdism. Lovely.

At the end of everything, I still love literature and writing - more so than David Cook, obviously. Nothing else quite does it for me, if I'm being honest. Law certainly doesn't, music doesn't, films don't. If Literature were a guy, that's the man I'd marry.

Too sleepy, starting to type nonsense, so going to bed.


happy girl

(david cook+) i love david.

Despite sleeping at 2 a.m. this morning, I still found myself opening my eyes at like, 7-plus, and wondering what time it was. When I heard my brother's voice I knew that it was SEVEN SOMETHING IN THE MORNING. Thankfully I went back to sleep long enough to have the weirdest dream ever about David Archuleta (of all people. He's probably the most sexless contestant on American Idol - ever) before waking up again at 9 a.m.

I tried to describe my ArchuBot dream but it's too weird to be put into words, and anyway, who cares about small David?

Anyway, I also had a dream about my David, and it was a complete reversal of last week's dream. So I woke up feeling confident that David did well this week, but 15 minutes later I decided that I had to find out for sure or I'd suffer a cardiac arrest.

I'm going to do myself a favour now and stop resisting the need to know how David Cook did, because ever since Top 12 week, or the week he sang Eleanor Rigby, I've proved that I will inevitably succumb to reading spoilers in one way or the other. From next week onwards, I'm not even going to bother to pretend to put up a fight. My love for David Cook has overwhelmed my fear of spoilers; I cannot function normally on Wednesdays without knowing how he did. I personally don't understand why they can't broadcast the show live, which I'd definitely wake up in time to watch since Bell's Palsy has screwed my biological clock back to the way it's supposed to be. I wake up at 8, 9 in the morning even when I have no classes the entire day, even when I sleep at 1, 2 a.m. IT'S CRAZY. So yeah, they should broadcast Idol live and spare me the torture.

Oh, and since I was up in time to try Gizmo Internet phone voting, I tried, and it worked. I hit redial from 9.30 to 10.30 until I decided that I absolutely couldn't take the utter boredom anymore, so I stopped and started writing this entry. Besides, I'm pretty sure Cookie's gonna be safe this week.

I don't know how people power vote without wanting to tear their hairs out. Imagine doing the same thing for TWO WHOLE HOURS. The West Coast voting block is at 12 later but aiya I'm too lazy.

I'm quite sad that I won't be able to harness the power of the Internet in Cookie's favour for the finale since I'll be interning. I also won't be able to watch the results live - again. The same thing happened last year and Blake was a finalist, and even then I was quite bummed that I couldn't watch the results live. Imagine how devastated I'd be in a month's time when (because it's totally gonna happen) Cookie makes the finals and I can't watch his coronation live! (He's gonna make the finals, AND he's gonna win.) Sighness.

Anyway, back to my dream. But before that, a warning for the three people who read my blog that watch American Idol:


So the dream I had last week about David doing shittily came true.

I must be prophetic or something, because I read a bunch of spoilers and my dream about him kicking ass this CAME TRUE AS WELL.

He sang Always Be My Baby, of all songs. I'm only a bit bummed that he didn't sing My All but I don't really care as long as he did well. (It's Mariah Carey week this week, by the way. BELCH.)

And I might as well just say this since it's all over the news, including MSNBC.com, and the show might have brought it up too: David's older brother went to watch the show. His older brother is battling cancer. I read a couple of articles about how his community funded his Idol trip and made it possible for him to have in-flight medical care, etc. Very moving stuff, and since I can't possibly imagine what it must be like to be in David's shoes, I feel more comfortable not talking about it. Besides, not taking this week's show into consideration, David has never talked about his brother publicly; the only reason his fans/etc know about his brother is because it's, well, predictably, all over the Internet. It's, in fact, the story behind the AC on his guitar - it stands for Adam Cook. (His brother's name, obviously.)

So yeah, the point of saying all this is that some people were freaking out over the part where Ryan Seacrest reads out David's number, and I'm willing to bet it's got something to do with the fact that his brother was in attendance this week. I'm also willing to bet that it was also what Andrew alluded to in his Facebook status update.


On a non-Cookie related note, why is it that I'm utterly unsurprised that David Archuleta sang "When You Believe"? SEE WHAT I MEAN ABOUT HIS DISNEY-NESS?

Now that Michael Johns has been eliminated, sob sob, I will die if David and Carly are the final 2. I actually like Carly now when I used to hate the living shit out of her. But David and Carly's solos on the Shout to the Lord song during Idol Gives Back were amazing.

In fact, Carly should divorce her husband and hook up with David. I seriously think that Carly would be a muuuuch better match for him than Lacey Schwimmer. At least Carly appears to have brains and I'm sure she doesn't listen to Paramore.


Okay I'm going to swim now. For some reason my skin seems to be falling off. It's coming off in flakes and powdery form on my arms, my stomach, my hip area, everywhere. Maybe I've contracted some skin disease, or maybe it's always been this way, just that I never noticed it (100% possible - trust me). I'm tempted to freak out and see a doctor but I've already wasted enough of my parents' money on the stupid Bell's Palsy and my Europe trip (not a waste of money at all though, this one) so I will resist the urge to da jing xiao guai/freak out.

And what else was I gonna say? Oh yeah, Don't Stop the Music was stuck in my head the WHOLE DAMN DAY yesterday, and it wasn't even the David part. It was the stupid insipid chorus. I HATE THAT SONG.

Lastly, please read the previous entry for why I totally win at life!


Edit at 12.15 p.m.:


Just looking at this picture made me want to cry.



Can he please stop being so awesome? He's making it impossible for me to develop an interest in guys that are not named David Roland Cook (must add in the middle name 'cause David Cook is damn common name) now.


happy girl

(david cook) you'll always be a part of me.


I didn't cry, but I came pretty damn close.

I can't even. I don't even. I just. I have no words.

I think that song came out when I was in primary school and it was one of the most pop songs to have ever popped, and David's treatment of it was just.

He was just. So.

And then at the end when he cried.

No words can do this performance justice. I'm not even going to try anymore.

OMG I think I'm going to cry and I'm so not the crying type.

He's amazing. I've said this since the first time I fell in love with his voice, and it's just not possible to say it enough. He's absolutely amazing. I can't even describe what it is that he does to me. He just gets under my skin and moves me the way very few singers/bands have, and he's not even singing his own songs.

He's so brilliant. I'm playing his performance in my head and I just...I can't even...this is so utterly incoherent but he's just so genuine and real and talented.

I have no words. Mere words simply don't do David Cook any justice.


Edit at 11.34 p.m.:

I have no words, so I'll let someone else do the talking. I saw this blog post on David's Livejournal community; apparently it's from here.

"Personally, when all else fails, and the days are difficult or simply lucklaster, there's always Idol. Given that, around 40 minutes into the show, I was feeling let down.

But then, magic.

David Cook did so well. I was so proud of him. And when he stood there with his face in his hands, he couldn't stop crying and neither could I. His eyes were filled with tears, not only because the judges' reviews were so overwhelmingly positive -- citing his talent, authenticity, and artistic maturity -- but because of what was going on in his emotional world.

David doesn't talk about any of this on the show. He doesn't talk to Ryan Seacrest about why he wears the orange bracelet he wears each week.

The story on the bracelet is as follows: David was given the bracelet by a man whose 7 year old daughter, Lindsey Rose, who is a huge fan of David's, is sick with leukemia. Her entire family wears the bracelets as a sign of solidarity, and when David was told about the little girl, he said he would love to wear one each week so she could see that his thoughts are with her. Lindsey, of course, was beyond excited, especially when she received a phone call from Cook. He hasn't missed a week yet, and I've even noticed that when he's wearing a shirt that doesn't allow the bracelet to have visibility, he will hold it in his hand. Cynics from VotefortheWorst or elsewhere can say he is doing it to get votes, but screw them. He hasn't talked about it in the media. The way viewers found out was from a television report done by her Dad, Charley Belcher, who works for a TV station. Incidentally, the orange bracelet (Lindsey's favorite color) has the little girl's name on it, and on the other side says, "Do whatcha gotta do." Being a total Idol geek and a David cook fan, I know all of these details, and again, I am not embarassed...right? "Do whatcha gotta do" is something that Lindsey said when her Dad had to leave her behind and go to work. He felt bad leaving her. But being a tough little noodle, she said, "Dad, do whatcha gotta do." He never forgot her words of bravery, and I suppose they are helping David too. What a partnership forged through television!

Additionally, as many know, David's brother Adam, a 36 year old attorney from Indiana, is close to the end of his struggle with brain cancer. I had heard recently that it's metastasized into his spine, but I'm not a family member and honestly can only report what I have read. When Cook was rushed to the hospital after the show 2 weeks back, it was because of physical symptoms - racing pulse/heart palpitations/high blood pressure -- that reportedly were in response to hearing of his brother's decline.

Tonight, as David showed his tears to the world, his brother was miraculously sitting in the audience. Given weeks, maybe days, by his doctors, he was told he couldn't make the trip to see his baby brother perform. Due to the kindness of others, donations were raised that enabled Adam and his wife to travel by medical jet (to the tune of $40,000) to see the show. Aside from the fact that David's performance was, in my opinion, far and away the best performance of the night, he was able to have his brother there at a shining moment in his life. The camera panned to David's family once the judges offered their praise, and David began to fall apart on stage, and then I noticed his brother. His brother, who is my age, looked weak and pale; certainly he didn't look well. But, I can only hope, that at least for those few moments, some of the worry and the pain vacated his heart and body. For those moments, I'm hoping cancer wasn't rowing the boat. Beside him sat his wife, whose heart must absolutely be breaking. The extent of her suffering, well, I can't even imagine because letting myself go there tears me apart. To think about living out your true love's final days, and clutching onto the joy you've shared, the memories of your wedding, your courtship, and knowing -- no matter how hard you pray or how much you bargain with God, the angels, or the Universe -- that you cannot save half of your heart. If she's anything like me, I'd tell God to put it all on my plate. I'd beg to be taken instead.

This was a powerful glimpse into a family just like yours and mine. Tragedy strikes all of us. I'm tired of hearing that this whole story is to pull votes for David. I'm so tired of hardened cynics. He hardly needs false votes. In my opinion, he has been the dark horse who has, in front of all of us, changed his colors. I only hope he can finish the competition.

Anyhow, here is his touching performance of Mariah's "Always Be My Baby". He surely made the most of Mariah week, and to me, his tears show strength of character and allegiance to authenticity. I am so happy that tonight his family was able to experience some joy and a few moments of levity.

I would very happy to see David Cook win American Idol Season 7."