TAKE A RIDE ON THE WILD SIDE

THE GAME....by kelvin david

It’s 6am and the morning birds are making their calls and Breakfast is calling. Q-tip is busting a rhyme on my sound system. And all is well in this Arsenal fans world for once.

Some Man u fans out there must be bitching about how they lost the game right about now, shaking their heads in disbelief at the fact that they lost at home, and their so called savior…the boy wonder on the ball, Rooney, remained just a Boy amongst Men. The brain behind Man u, Alex Ferguson, the mental equal to say Professor Xavier of the X-men...lost to his arch nemesis Magneto a.k.a Jose Maurino in a battle of mental prowess. I think someone should tell the Man u fans that a soccer match cannot be won only through cheating, buying out of officials and plain in your face brute like thuggery but more from playing it like the beautiful sport it really is with grace, style and precision….watch Arsenal play some day yah.

I personally think it all came down to the fact that Tim Howard the Man u goalie lost his concentration for a split second and let in an easy goal from a very unimpressive free kick from Damien the mad man duff. Someone’s got to be the Bitch for the millions of Man u fans slapping. Tim you poor bastard, you have my condolences.

While Chelsea fans, these days just can’t shut up about their team, how strong they are and how well they’re playing…and how they’re going to win all four trophies…. And yaddah yaddah yaddah. Hey guess what, if you gave 40 billion dollars to every club in the EPL they could also be bragging about the same thing too. At this point in time Chelsea is playing their soccer in a fantasy league which they have the ultimate cheat code. All you need to do is type the words: R-O-M-A-N A-B-R-O-M-O-V-I-C-H.

A Chelsea fan out there is busting his friends (man u fan) balls about how they beat them down. The agony of defeat and the feeling of being another’s plebian bitch. Days of going through some guys skid marked undies cause you bet a weeks laundry duty…bad move dude. I bet there was some testicular trading going down yesterday night for the wankers who could not come out with real money to bet.

I’m sure the neutrals who were playing for a full time draw got totally screwed …and the penalties that would have made some lucky guy a few hundred more dollars did not come by. Right about now someone vile and totally pissed is offing some guy in a dark and dingy part of the world. Ah!!! the Bane of sports!!

The game that is truly played these days is not even on the soccer field or basketball or tennis court. The trash talking that used to be on the playing arena has now been taken off it. Something that used to belong only to the players and maybe the managers is now, something that the hungry media and the fan crazed millions feed off. Its like a boxing match…and folks want to see who floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee. It’s a frenzy for sporting contracts and commercial deals. Being a pure athlete does not seem to be good enough for anyone these days. You got to be media savvy, good looking, have a sense of style and not screw up.

What happened to just being great for running the mile under a min , winning a championship on the buzzer, winning 7 gold medals in one Olympics and all this while looking plain, earning peanuts and still gaining the respect of people everywhere.

Athletes still play a major role in our world today, everything from moral values to how far the human spirit can be stretched….but big evil corporations have bastardized that image by making materialism and commercialization a stronger role model for the younger generation to be motivated by. Hey I still do buy Nike sneakers because I love MJ…but I also believe that I play sports with the right spirit.

I will cease my rambling for now.
Am off to have breakfast with vulgar looking old men.
Drive safe friends.

BREATH DEEP MY DEAR FRIENDS

Dr. Otto Warburg, Nobel Laureate, was awarded two Nobel prizes in 1931 for discovering the cause of cancer. He stated, "The growth of cancer cells is initiated by a relative lack of oxygen. Cancer cannot live in an oxygen rich environment." And Dr. Steven Levine, world renowned molecular biologist confirms this and states, "Lack of oxygen in the tissues is the fundamental cause of cancer and all degenerative diseases."
In the past couple decades, more than 5,000 articles have appeared in medical journals around the world, documenting the miraculous effects of Oxygen on every type of pathogen.

"Simply put, disease is due to deficiency in the oxidation process of the body, leading to an accumulation of toxins. These toxins would ordinarily be burned in normal metabolic functioning if sufficient oxygen was available at the cellular level." Dr. Albert Wahl.

"The link between insufficient oxygen and disease has been firmly established. Insufficient oxygen means insufficient biological energy that can result in anything from mild fatigue to life-threatening disease. The evidence is overwhelming. Oxygen plays a powerful, primary role in our health and well-being. The more oxygen we have in our system, the more energy we produce. Understanding this is more important today than ever before, because of a general deficiency of oxygen intake. Simply the best way to optimize health is to be sure that we oxygenate every cell in our body." Dr. Norman McVea.

"Starved of oxygen the body will become ill, and if this persists it will die. I doubt if there is any argument about that". Dr. John Muntz, Nutritional Scientist.

"Cancer is a condition within the body where the oxidation has become so depleted that the body cells have degenerated beyond physiological control. Similarly, the true cause of allergy is lowered oxidation process within the body, causing the affected individual to be sensitive to foreign substances entering the body. Only when the oxidation mechanism is restored to its original highest state of efficiency can the sensitivity be eliminated." Dr. Wendell Hendricks, Hendricks Research Foundation.
"Lack of oxygen clearly plays a major role in causing cells to become cancerous." Dr. Harry Goldblatt, Journal of Experimental Medicine.

"In all serious disease states we find a concomitant low oxygen state. Low oxygen in the body tissues is a sure indicator for disease. Hypoxia, or lack of oxygen in the tissues, is the fundamental cause of all degenerative disease." Dr. Stephen Levine, Renowned Molecular Biologist, Author, Oxygen Deficiency: A Concomitant to All Degenerative Illness.

"Certainly, there is scientific proof that the oxygen concentration in the atmosphere is being slowly reduced. In Japan we now see the regular use of oxygen booths and portable oxygen cylinders because the people realize that the air is so contaminated they are not getting sufficient oxygen from it." Dr. John Muntz.

A little snippet from a book I read recently….

The Lakota tribe, for example, refers to Jesus as “the buffalo calf of God”. The Cuban government distributes a painting of Jesus with a carbine slung over his shoulders. During the wars of religion with France, the English used to shout, ”The pope is French but Jesus Christ is English!”

Modern scholarship further muddies the picture. If you peruse the academic books available at a seminary bookstore you may encounter Jesus as a political revolutionary, as a magician who married Mary Magdalene, as a Galilean charismatic, a rabbi, a peasant Jewish Cynic, a Pharisee, an anti-Pharisee Essene, an eschatological prophet, a “hippie in a world of Augustan yuppies,” and as the hallucinogenic leader of a sacred mushroom cult. Serious scholars write these works, with little sign of embarrassment.*

Athletes come up with creative portrayals of Jesus that elude modern scholarship. Norm Evans, former Miami Dolphins lineman, wrote in his book On God’s Squad,” I guarantee you Christ would be the toughest guy who ever played this game….if he were alive today I would picture a six-foot-inch 260-pound defensive tackle who would always make the big plays and would be hard to keep out of the backfield for offensive linemen like myself.” Fritz Peterson, a former New York Yankee, More easily fancies Jesus in a baseball uniform:” I firmly believe that if Jesus Christ was sliding into second base, he would knock the second baseman into left field to break up the double play. Christ might not throw a spitball, but he would play hard within the rules.”

*the U.S. public tends to ignore such trendy portrayals. A recent Gallup survey revealed that 84 percent of Americans believe that Jesus Christ was God or was the Son of God. Overwhelmingly Americans believe that Jesus was sinless, brave, and emotionally stable. By lesser margins they regard him as easy to understand (!), physically strong and attractive, practical, warm, and accepting.

….The Jesus I Never Knew by Phillip Yancey.

Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well. An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly. You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view. A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

Went to IKEA this morning with BX to get some Photo frames and one for my painting. I think the painting looks really neat. hope you guys who visited my blog liked the painting as well. thanks Char for the posted comment. 

The time is close to 4am in the morning. and I have just finished my water color painting. It’s not the best one I've done, but then again I have not painted in such a long time. Need some time to brush up on my skills pun intended. I love painting trees and open spaces. In my mind I’m right there front of that field. The smell of grass…the tiny lil daises that row themselves along the road, the swaying branches, the leaves on fire and mountains yonder. Enjoy the painting friends!
 

The guys also took the chance to grab a picture with Terence.from the left Gab, Rai, Jeri, Terence, Eugene and Jack. 

Took a quick pic with terence cao while at the beach bar 8KM. nice chap. 

This weekend was probably the best I’ve had in a long long time. Started off with me thinking twice about going down to Bala to hang with Euge and the guys from EIC. Good thing I decided to go down to town and meet Euge first… was suppose to meet Char earlier in the day at cine where Euge was playing his first gig of the day but Couz Mervyn dropped by and I decided to go have lunch with him since he’s going to be enlisted this coming weekend and all. Lunch was good, had lots of things to talk about. And I collected my new spectacles.

Met Eugene at the Brewerks stadium where tiger was hosting the football match between man u and Liverpool. It was pretty damn cool…couple hundred people just sitting outdoors and watching a soccer match with beer and food. Euge had the VIP pass so I had free beer to drink! Had like 3 beers in 10 mins…cause we had to rush off for EIC’s gig at Balas. Met Jack, Addy (jacks gf) and Gab, and they’re super nice people. Especially Gab who was talking cock cause he was totally smashed. Kept telling me that EIC stood for Enormous Indian Cock. We had a pretty kick ass dinner at this quaint Thai food place. Bring on the Chin Cha Lok Eugene!!!...laughs

Went to balas after that where we met Cin, Grace, Hung, Chok, Jacklyn and Wen. Started drinking more beer cause it was like freakin one for one lor. The music was awesome as always and Chok just blows me away with his piano playing every time I get to see him play. And Euge was doing a kick ass job on the sax!

Had supper at checkers at 4am.
Woke up for church at 645am.

Had lunch with my good buddies…S.P.W Charlotte, BX, Amos and Jeremy.
And was thinking twice again about meeting Euge to hit tanjong beach at sentosa.

Laughs…met him at 330pm and we were off.
The guys from EIC were playing at this beach bar called 8KM.
A very nice bar in a pretty secluded part of sentosa…for now anyways.
It had a MTV spring break kinda vibe but with lesser folk.
DJ was spinning some pretty good shit…and we had the guys playing live.
Jack, Addy, Gab, Gab’s wife Adel, Rai and Jerie were there and were as always great company to be with. Met some of the guys who run the place…Trevor with his cool tattoos and Steven with his wicked sense of old school humor.

Oh…and don’t forget the free beer.

I figure after having like XX no. of beers I was going to have some good sleep…we’ll soon see.

Day ended with me having dinner with Euge and Cin. S.P.W Charlotte was there to give us some company together with Moms Nancy.

I had a good weekend. Hope you did too. Drive safe.

Got Stench?

The weather in singapore for last couple of days has been so nice. Cotton candy clouds, soft gentle breeze and if you want to get a tan, the sun is out.Wish the weather was more like this everyday. At least people have something to smile about. have a Zippy day friends. 

SLEEP

I don’t really get much sleep these days and I don’t really know why. I mean before I had cancer I would sleep like a baby…well there’s really nothing adorable about a 6ft tall baby….so I think I’ll say I slept like a log, a very ugly dead piece of wood ….if there was someone at the door of my house…ringin the bell tirelessly and they wanted in…disappointed they would be, My Dad would always say that even if a bloody war started I would still be sleeping. Hey!! I don’t see the point in fighting…I’d surrender anyways so why not do it sleeping.

I guess the problem of sleeping came about when I started having my digestive troubles. Would get up in the middle of the night to puke whatever I had for dinner and that’s not cool folks. The fact that I worked shifts did nothing good for my sleep cycle. While everyone was asleep I would be cooking breakfast for 800 people and while folks were out working I would be home sleeping, I did have the chance to sleep like any other normal person every third week of the month,…and sometimes there was no sleep. I was one very confused individual.

Then there’s the chemotherapy of course which is a total sleep killer. I mean this bastard kept me up for like 2 days in a row until I had to sleep from pure exhaustion. The doctors gave me sleeping pills…its either too strong or too weak…and I hate pill induced sleep. You get up the next day feeling all dazed and shit. And recently when I had my kidneys punctured they pumped me with so much morphine…one night when Eugene and Cindy came to visit me I was so out of it that I did not even know they were there. And its not like I could do without the morphine….the pain was truly unbearable for once in my life. Pill…liquid and injected morphine…meds that totally numb the pain and lets you have the rest you so crave. I’m talking about even something like a 15min nap was heaven.

When I got back home from the hospital and saw the kick ass bed my God mom had bought for me I thought that would be the end of my sleep troubles. I was so very wrong…it took me such a long time to detoxify my body and sleep without the constant twitching and turning….and that niggling feeling you just want to squeeze out but there’s jack you can do about it.

I did sleep for a bit.

Now its just back to the same old crap. Well…the fact that I do get some sleep sometimes is cool with me. I reckon I just have more awake time on my hands. I’ve already read more books…downloaded a whole bunch of MP3’s…watched rerun cartoon episodes from futurama, the critic, king of the hill and monty python. I write my blogs at weird ass times. No worries….while most of the country is sleeping I hang with snoop…daft punk and LL Cool J.

And I look forward to a pretty sunrise and a handsome breakfast.

For those of you who have the luxury of having a good nights sleep. Treasure it.
For those of you who don’t want to sleep. Give it.
For those who can’t get any sleep. Sign up and have a seat.

Thats My mom and me at cyrstal jade having our dinner.shes 59 today!!Blessed Birthday Mom! 

I found this picture of my Mommy! Amara Christine David.I cleaned it up a little. And i'm putting this picture up on the blog as a Little tribute to her because its her birthday today.

I love my moms very much. Shes definitely my best friend and greatest supporter. Her simple, beautiful and almost undying faith in God has helped me in my own personal walk. I thank her for being so very strict with me but still allowing me to do what I wanted with my life ...Its something we probably would not understand as a young person but come into clarity as we grow older.

I thank her for letting me lick the excess cake batter as child sitting on the kitchen table. And teaching me how to bake my very first fruit cake.She will always be the best cook in the world to me...And nothing but hot steaming home cooked food will do for me. I know all that's good and simple I get from her. Best of all I got her smile!!

Thank you God for blessing me with her.

Thank you for being my mommy!

Well…the year has started but I have yet to write my very first blog entry. There are many things to look forward to but what really makes me happy are the things of the past. I don’t really know when it hit me. but it was probably when I was having lunch with Eugene and Cindy when I realized once again that we had all grown up and someone in the Clan was getting married. As I was sitting there talking to them….we were laughing and there’s a warm feeling, like having your favorite blanket wrapped around you…something you’d rather not be without.

Friendships in general have always been important to me but these guys I grew up with….there is a point when a friend becomes a brother and that’s when you know its for life. We laugh, we cry, we run around butt naked, we set things on fire and we get caught together….well some of us try to run but caught we get in the end.

I still remember the time we saw Steve Vai live at Hard Rock Café and decided to walk to the kopi tiam at the old National Library in town to have some supper. We walked past the Istana, where there’s a nice garden with pools of water there…well I decided to walk in the water cause I was wearing slippers, next thing you know all the guys are wet, we’re makin a shit load of noise and some of us are half naked…and what do you know some good citizen sets the police on us. We get lined and screened. And we get told something like “boys I think there are better ways to have fun” hells no! Best damn supper I had with the guys!

Having BBQ’s at Eugene’s place was always such a highlight. Building the fire was an art with us guys…I mean there are BBQ fires and there are Great BBQ fires. Skilled required on the “if you’re a man you’ll need this” list.

And the food…ah the food, we’re talking massive amounts of beef choice chosen thinly cut from the ribbed section of the cow, marinated in a pepper and a L&P concoction, grilled to perfection over a fire that would crisp the fat but not burn it…thank you Moms Nancy!

Other Meats in general.

…and as the stakes got higher the food got better…ass kickin seafood bought at 3am in the morning from Jurong Fish Market. Seafood so fresh the lobsters were waiting to snap your freakin thumb off…fish jumping and contorting their bodies finding that last gasp of air. And smooth shelled mussels we would buy in bulk so that I could Wok it all up in the open air kitchen with a spicy chili hot sambal sauce that would knock your freakin taste buds from here to the moon.

The staple drink at every function was Coka Cola. Some folks need alcohol to get high,… we just needed the REAL nectar of the Gods! I mean like there was like so much Cola around the house that we were drinking it like it was water. And when you’re done with your Coke just take pot shots at the Indian guy!!!

The aftermath of these BBQ’s…everyone’s just completely soaked because some nut job decides he needs to wash his hands with the hose. It used to take all of us…that would be about 5 of us to take lionel down in an impromptu wrestling match…hey go for the biggest target I guess!

Uncle Phillips golf set was put to good use….making long drives to his neighbors house was alright…but breaking stuff…that aint so cool yah. I still remember the clay pig set Moms Nancy had out in her garden. We broke one and violated the rest by stacking them up so they’d look like they were humpin each other.

There was an official games room where dart games involved testicles as stakes. The PlayStation was well used. I mean if we’re talking about an adrenalin rush amongst guys its got to be the need to win something or anything. its that one point in your life you actually get to kick the ass of some guy bigger then you….that one solitary moment where you are da man!! And you can slap some guys pride around like it was your bitch! Good stuff.

And while all this was going on Lil Charlotte Wong was running around the house receiving her education from a bunch of brutish big brothers. I guess she added the feminine touch since non of us could be bothered about females at that time in our lives.

Well,...maybe not. I remember on someone’s 21st we all rang up Power 98 to enter ourselves into a phone contest that would land some lucky guy a date with a hot girl…or so they say. Non of us won that contest….but we had a good time.

Everyone’s 21st birthday dinner was eaten at Brazils. Which is every red blooded young mans dream of the ultimate meal. I mean dude…they cut meat slabs of every kind from a skew right onto your freakin plate. A really good meal eaten with the best company. If that aint heaven on earth then I don’t know what else is.

Everyone has their phases I guess.

Eugene with his big ass glasses and Utah Jazz cap.

Aaron with his china man type whiskers which he still has up till today and his affection ado for exotic beverages and he came up with the word “CELLAFOIDE”

Robin always has the fittest looking body…that would probably be because he always secretly wanted to be part of the World Wrestling Federation. Currently tying to get rid of beer belly!!

Andrew aka the raff! With his patented giraffe look…now living the life of a hippie down under.

Me and my weird haircuts and Elvis type sideburns…the only Indian around who probably felt more at home being Chinese then Indian.

And Lionel who sadly became thin.

And the story goes on…

SHIT by Kelvin David.

You can be shit faced, be shit out of luck or have shit for brains.
With a little effort you can get your shit together.
Find a place for your shit, decide to shit or get off the pot.
You can smoke shit, buy shit, sell shit, lose shit, find shit, forget shit, and tell others to eat shit and die.
You can shit or go blind, have a shitface or just shit your life away.
People can be shit headed, shit brained, shit blinded and shit over,
Some people know their shit while others can’t tell the difference between shit and shine.
There are lucky shits, dumb shits, crazy shits and sweet shits.
There is bullshit, horseshit and chicken shit.
You can throw shit, sling shit, catch shit or duck when the shit hits the fan.
You can take shit, give a shit or serve shit on a shingle.
You can find yourself in shit or be happier then a pig in shit.
Some days are colder then shit, some days are hotter then shit and some days are just plain shitty.
Some music sounds like shit, things can look like shit and there are times when you feel like shit.
You can have too much shit, not enough shit, the right shit, the wrong shit or a lot of weird shit.
You can carry shit, have a mountain of shit or find yourself up shit creek without a paddle.
Sometimes you really need this shit and
Sometimes you don’t want any shit at all.
When you stop to consider all the facts, it’s the basic building block of creation.
And remember, once you know your shit,
You don’t need to know anything else!!

NO SHIT!!!

I wrote this when I was young and angst.

There once was a Mariner named Peter,
Who envisioned a fanciful scheme.
An idea profound- That the World could be Round’
Then he pushed it beyond a mere Dream
-though some thought him daft, he set forth in a raft-
On the simplest course ever charted.
He just followed the sun, till the journey was done
And he wound-up right back where he started.

Written by Kelvin David.

ok...i dont think we can eat that!! 

Charlotte and me!! 

Jon Boy the pit boy!! 

...and good friends!! 

...not forgetting the bubbly!!! 

I started the New Year Off with a good old BBQ!