2010

was out and about yesterday, running errands. went to get some paper and envelops at a local bookstore and saw a table filled with 2010 planners. next year is looming ahead. already. i have always been a firm believer of planners. daily planners. this doesn't necessarily make me a 'planner'. at least i think not. doesn't matter anyway. so i bought my 2010 planner. black. as usual.

feels like 2009 is already running out of time.

Fabio Scacchioli | dead SEEquences

dead SEEquences - Fabio Scacchioli from Fabio Scacchioli on Vimeo.

extract any part of the human body
flanked against a setting
and it is seen differently
recognized differently

rulers

there is so much to learn from the young.

last night, as my 9-year-old brother, ammar, was preparing and packing his bag for his exam today, he took out three rulers and showed them to me. i simply went 'wow' and said nothing else. this was part of my 'i-don't-want-to-ignore-you-but-i-can't-give-you-all-the-attention-coz-i'm-doing-something' routine. evil me.

later this morning, my mother told me that as she was checking his pencil box to make sure he had everything he needed for his exams, she found the three rulers and asked him why he needed so many.

he replied saying that last year, during the final-year exam, one of his friends forgot to bring his eraser. in the middle of the paper, out of desperation, he started begging to borrow an eraser from the other kids, but nobody helped. everyone was engrossed in their exams. and some, for fear of being caught by the teacher. ammar however, did.

so this year, he told my mom that the reason why he wanted to bring an extra of everything is so that should any of his friends forget something, he could lend it to them. my heart melted.

there is so much to learn from the young. even as we're teaching them.

i am guilty

i am guilty. for having it all. beyond the basics. surpassing my needs. abusing my wants. demanding. craving. more. more. without thought of time. time it takes to create. time taken to destroy. i am guilty. for being born in a privileged position and yet, idly pressed onto seats, giving nothing back. and despite knowing and having, am doing, nothing at all.

chand | an engagement

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crutches

there once was a man who, unwilling to allow himself, even for a moment, to forget about the poor, the desperate, the tortured, the dying, the hungry, the crying, the raped, or the saddened bombarded himself with an unbroken chain of images, sounds, and records that sustained him in a state of constant sorrow about happenings around the world. his body, mind, and heart etched to the desk. his laptop. his TV. his radio. googling. shuffling between channels. tuning in and out. listening for grave voices that report disasters. searching for sombre faces amidst footage of war. scanning for words like victims, flood, Taliban, destruction, die, violence spike, Rwanda. it took him that much effort to wallow in that state of catastrophic depression about the world. he died young. his face embedded with deep frown lines like that of an old man, and his heart, still crying.

a goddess of moments

in a sea of blue she sits.

fingering the thoughts of centuries.

away she sails. away she sails.

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