A search on Google will show that the Philippines has one of the longest, if not the longest, Christmas seasons in the world. It actually starts in September, and lasts well into January — an unabashed celebration of the holidays.
Lights have been lit, not only on houses but in parks like this…
…where a light and sound show goes on every night until New Year.
Inside shopping malls there are giant Christmas trees, such as this one which almost fills the five-storey building.
And if that does not give you a sense of panic, there’s a countdown at the door.
Well, twenty-six days is not too far away!
In the Philippines, It’s Not This Time of Year Without feeling the Christmas spirit.
Every place has at least two faces. Even for a simple thing like shopping this dichotomy manifests itself.
To experience a place, they say one has to immerse in it, go where the locals go.
Mong Kok in Hong Kong is one such place.
It has a lively sense of chaos. One can get lost in the noise and smells, the crowds and the lights.
If adventurous enough one can even sample local street food.
Or one can go to Tsim Sha Tsui where the tourists go.
You won’t get lost in there, but where’s the fun in that?
Sometimes don’t we just wish we can wave a magic wand and make right the many things that are wrong in the world today.
That the human spirit can keep hoping, find meaning and start anew with each sunrise — that’s magical enough.
“We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already.”
― J.K. Rowling
For a few seconds heaven opened its door.
The supermoon… before it went hiding.
(Nov 14, 2016, the closest since 1948. Won’t be this close again until 2034.)
Especially if it’s Mickey Mouse!
Order is not the absence of chaos, or so the wisdom of leaves is saying.
In leaves at random seemingly growing, across the sky a tapestry weaving.
Leaves turning into a canopy of gold, dancing, in the sun sparkling.
In every direction for life seeking, where limbs and fingers are pointing.
When growing old and falling, onto the arms of youth momentarily holding.
And when leaves come to rest, to where there is no chaos they’re finally going.
“So tell me, since it makes no factual difference to you and you can’t prove the question either way, which story do you prefer? Which is the better story, the story with animals or the story without animals?”
― Yann Martel, Life of Pi
An interesting question: The Chaos of the tail lights or the chaos of the cars?
The tail lights for me!
“That’s what fiction is about, isn’t it, the selective transforming of reality? The twisting of it to bring out its essence?”
― Yann Martel, Life of Pi