Today, I woke up at four in the morning and marched up to a summit where I saw this.
|Watching the sun rise over Maligcong Rice Terraces, Mountain Province.|
Isn't that a great start to 2016? Wishing you all a year of greats!
|Letty waving my book around during the|
2014 launch of SHINE in Manila.
|Frankie and Candy as college seniors|
|Frankie and Candy, now reporters for Mr & Ms Special Edition, posing while a demonstration is dispersed in the background.|
|A more recent pic of Frankie and me.|
|Letty, me and JP soon after the Philippine Inquirer weekly was launched.|
|Letty and Eggie in front of the Mr & Ms offices cheering a celebration rally of the downfall of Marcos in 1986|
|With Letty at my book launch in 2014|
Read my tribute to Letty which appeared on the front page of the Inquirer on 27 December 2015
‘Wheee!’ breathed Nick, his face shining with happiness. ‘This is the prettiest tree I’ve ever seen!’And then there’s the unforgettable short story The Gift of the Magi by O. Henry. If you haven’t come across this story before, then someone in your reading life has failed you by not recommending it … read it online here.
… let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.Then there is The Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde. I loved this story so much that I have kept the original reading scheme book I first read it in – mildewed and scrawled all over with horrible graffitti by my two youngest brothers (school books got passed down through six siblings in my family). Here’s a photo:
And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant’s neck, and kissed him.
Verily I say to thee, all that helpful stuff you’ve been doing, you’ve been doing for me.Now you don’t have to be a Christian to get the shivers at that turn of events. In fact you don’t have to be a believer to embrace the good that comes with the Yuletide season.
Britain is my home, its cultures, language and opportunities continue to shape me as a person. I have never felt any real conflict living my Islam here and maybe this slight yearning is essentially about living with something which you cannot embrace wholeheartedly … (Perhaps) the only expectation I should have of myself is to try and be as generous in someone else’s celebration as I hope they are in mine. Listen/Read it here
|The night before my ticket entry I went for a walk and took this photo of the Dismaland sign. There were about a thousand people waiting to get in and strange thumping music played from the derelict lido hosting Banksy's installation|
|I FAILED TO GET A PHOTO OF FRANCISCA SIMON |
AT THE CONFERENCE SO HERE'S A CARTOON
FROM MY NOTES