in honour of maintaining the ideal model of the procrastinator, i am here yet again typing terse somethings.

so i was thinking ya while reading and listening to a bit of them jazz, brubeck came on with take five. ive mentioned him before in one of my entries. anyways. yes brubeck's on with take five and similarly in the previous entry, i was lamenting about my taking a five. this entry will take on a similar stance towards my taking a five. like i should take a five dammit! but goodness gracious darling raudha, i said to myself, arent you already taking a five-- now? uhuh..! eureka! shuddup raudha!

....

so here i am-- with a five.

with too many fives. haiyah..back to the readings now.

'take five by dave brubeck'

it wrenches my heart when my eyes are nearly glued to each other and ive got to read this and everything else and this luuurvely song comes on. it wrenches my heart cos i know despite the eyes and the readings, i am willing to stay up til the song ends and thankfully, this song is produced in various lengths of time. this one happens to be just a trifling yet sensational 2minutes58seconds.

ahhhhh..

'autumn leaves by stan getz'

take care all.

'autumn leaves by miles davis'

it just hit me that we all have been given keys foc.
and wahey! we are our own drivers..

we are our own drivers and we havent had to pay for the keys. we have had to substantiate our actions yes. well at least thats how i look at it. and yet, it is our prerogative to fill the tank up, to clean the interior and to give the outside a scrub once in a while. so basically, you could drive to tiong bahru la and nobody would care unless of course, youve chosen to go cheap and go for the leaded petrol.

so yes. it just hit me that we all have been given keys foc and that we are our own drivers-- i got hit just tday.

after being hit, i feel anew. i feel upbeat about school, about life, about possible happiness in the future.

im happy tday. sincerely hope you are too.

take care all.

going to serenade with davis for a bit.

'my favourite things by john coltrane'

its eight in the morning and ive been up for near two hours now, before the sun rose. im under the covers typing this in my bedroom with the curtains drawn and yet the breeze manages to work its way through. nice. coltrane's with the sax now. and i was thinking besides the important things in life..i was thinking about my favourite things.

my favourite things, like yours, are of alot of things. and i can assure you that food is one of them. be it raw gung-ho japanese or sultry gdoily italian or slurpy badoily malay. and yes chocolate-- dark dark for me. id waste precious time divulging all my favourite things.

so i shall end here and continue to read this and everything else.

take care all.

hear a sad song and my hand reaches for the remote. watch a bleeding character on tv and my feet walks me out of the room. read about an ungrateful protagonist and my teeth grits, biting that repugnant us.

* does 'us' sound familiar?
repeat after me: us, us, us, us, us...
hopefully youve caught it.

anyways, when situations like these happen-- sad song, bleeding man, ungrateful punk-- you have the power to do something about it. cut the power line, well not literally of course. just turn the radio off or change the station youre listening to. turn off the tv or you know, change channels. put down the book.

it would be near perfect if we could have such power in greater things but hey, we're only human and we still got a ceiling. last i checked its intact. im sure yours is as well.

a reminder for the ungrateful me and you.

you got a roof. be grateful.
youre breathing still. be grateful.
youre sick so that means youre alive. be grateful.
you can turn the power off. be grateful.

am i preaching cos if i am, please tell. i'd be grateful cos then i'd know that i can hear/read what you have to blast at me.

right.

take care all.

with wandering eyes and a hunching back of burden, he asked me whether he has a long way to run.

do i have a long way to run?

with my own burdened back and eyes a-wandering, i revealed, consciously looking ahead and above.

i'd just run..

'run by collective soul'

take care all.

'take five by dave brubeck'

ahh..if it were only possible. its only been the fourth week of school and im hoping against hopeless hope that somebody would say to me
TAKE FIVE, YOU DESERVE IT.
ooh the many fives ive taken. im sure they add up to a five figure.

take five all.

take care.