*Third place ang kaniyang koleksyon na "Sambutil na Daigdig sa Ilalim ng Pilik" para sa Palanca Awards ngayong taon. Kasapi si Charles ng Pinoypoets at LIRA. Narito ang kumpletong listahan ng mga nagwagi sa patimpalak.
Sa Pananampalataya ni Charles Bonoan Tuvilla
Lumabas ka nang kumapal ang pagtitipon. Isa pa, hindi mo matalikurang nandito ang kasalanan, nag-aanyong paniki, nakasabit patiwarik
sa inyong uluhan. Sinalubong mo ang mga huling dumating, silang nagpalusong rin ng daliri sa bukal ngunit ang nasalok ay
alikabok. Miyerkules de senisa. Naghukay ka ng masisindihan sa iyong bulsa; hindi mo mabugaw ang itim sa iyong lalamunan.
Nang nakita mong may namahingang kulisap sa bukas na palad ng isang rebulto, tila hinihintay mo itong ikulong, tirisin ng poong-
bato; na ito'y magkuyom-kamao. Tumalikod ka at sumabay sa mga pupungas-pungas na mga anino subalit ikaw lang ang yumuyuko,
Nagbayad ako ng aking bill sa SmartBro, tapos nun nagpunta na ako ng Booksale at naghalungkat ng mga libro. Akala ko uuwi akong luhaan pero bigla kong nakita ito:
125 pesos, hardbound. Wapak!
Fan ako ni Sarah Dunant pagkatapos kong basahin ang kaniyang The Birth of Venus at ang isa sa kaniyang Hannah Wolfe trilogy, ang Birth Marks.
Naisip ko, tutal, hindi naman ako nag-aabala masyado sa aking mga tula, kailangan kong makatapos magbasa ng isang nobela. At ito ngang In the Company of the Courtesan ang magiging perfect reading companion ko for the next few weeks.
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Siyempre, naiuwi ko rin ang hot 69 bachelors ng Cosmo:
Sino-sino ang mga nakasama sa hot bachelors this year? Alamin dito.
The 12th Cine Europa will be on September 11 to 20, 2009. Catch it at the Shang Cineplex 1 in Mandaluyong City. For the schedules, click here. The synopses of the movies are here.
The Hands On Manila volunteers had an early celebration of Grandparents' Day last Saturday. And how did we celebrate this very special day?
Isang inuman challenge!
The volunteers were glad to face this challenge, haha! Red wine were graciously provided by Kuya Cube, Tita Lydia, and Ms. Avic. The chips were provided by the new volunteer Ate Jean. Pica-pica (fishballs and kikiam), courtesy of Kuyatot. Si Ate Rose ang bumili ng plastic cups. Si Ate Emgy naman ang bumili ng UFC sweet chili sauce. Sinagot ko naman ang yelo (hihi!).
Pagkatapos mag-inuman, binusog naman kami ni Ms. Avic sa dala niyang espesyal na arroz caldo. Sarap kumain nito, lalo't bumuhos ang napakalakas na ulan ng hapong iyon.
Kami yata ang unang grupo na nagpainom sa mga oldies ng Kanlungan ni Maria. Ang bad namin kasi, hehe. Pero kung tutuusin, matagal na matagal na sigurong hindi nasasayaran ng alak ang kanilang lalamunan, nami-miss na rin naman nila ang bonding time nila with alak during their youth.
Madonna's VMA Speech Dedicated to Michael Jackson:
Michael Jackson. I have a little bit more to say than that. OK, here we go again. Michael Jackson was born in August 1958. So was I. Michael Jackson grew up in the suburbs of the Midwest. So did I. Michael Jackson had eight brothers and sisters. So do I. When Michael Jackson was six, he became a superstar, and was perhaps the world’s most beloved child. When I was six, my mother died. I think he got the shorter end of the stick. I never had a mother, but he never had a childhood. And when you never get to have something, you become obsessed by it.
I spent my childhood searching for my mother figures. Sometimes I was successful, but how do you recreate your childhood when you are under the magnifying glass of the world?
There is no question that Michael Jackson is one of the greatest talents the world has ever known. That when he sang a song at the ripe old age of eight he could make you feel like an experienced adult was squeezing your heart with his words. That when he moved he had the elegance of Fred Astaire and packed the punch of Muhammad Ali. That his music had an extra layer of inexplicable magic that didn’t just make you want to dance but actually made you believe you could fly, dare to dream, be anything that you wanted to be. Because that is what heroes do and Michael Jackson was a hero.
He performed in soccer stadiums around the world, and sold hundreds of millions of records and dined with prime ministers and presidents. Girls fell in love with him, boys fell in love with him, everyone wanted to dance like him. He seemed otherworldly — but he was a human being.
Like most performers he was shy and plagued with insecurities. I can’t say we were great friends, but in 1991 I decided I wanted to try to get to know him better. I asked him out to dinner, I said “My treat, I’ll drive — just you and me.”
He agreed and showed up to my house without any bodyguards. We drove to the restaurant in my car. It was dark out, but he was still wearing sunglasses.
I said, “Michael, I feel like I’m talking to a limousine. Do you think you can take off your glasses so I can see your eyes?”
Then he tossed the glasses out the window, looked at me with a wink and a smile and said, “Can you see me now? Is that better?”
in that moment, I could see both his vulnerability and his charm. The rest of the dinner, I was hellbent on getting him to eat French fries, drink wine, have dessert and say bad words. Things he never seemed to allow himself to do. Later we went back to my house to watch a movie and sat on the couch like two kids, and somewhere in the middle of the movie, his hand snuck over and held mine.
It felt like he was looking for more of a friend than a romance, and I was happy to oblige. In that moment, he didn’t feel like a superstar. He felt like a human being.
We went out a few more times together, and then for one reason or another we fell out of touch. Then the witch hunt began, and it seemed like one negative story after another was coming out about Michael. I felt his pain, I know what it’s like to walk down the street and feel like the whole world is turned against you. I know what it’s like to feel helpless and unable to defend yourself because the roar of the lynch mob is so loud you feel like your voice can never be heard.
But I had a childhood, and I was allowed to make mistakes and find my own way in the world without the glare of the spotlight.
When I first heard that Michael had died, I was in London, days away from the start of my tour. Michael was going to perform in the same venue as me a week later. All I could think about in this moment was, “I had abandoned him.” That we had abandoned him. That we had allowed this magnificent creature who had once set the world on fire to somehow slip through the cracks. While he was trying to build a family and rebuild his career, we were all passing judgement. Most of us had turned our backs on him. In a desperate attempt to hold onto his memory, I went on the internet to watch old clips of him dancing and singing on TV and on stage and I thought, “my God, he was so unique, so original, so rare, and there will never be anyone like him again. He was a king.”
But he was also a human being, and alas we are all human beings and sometimes we have to lose things before we can appreciate them. I want to end this on a positive note and say that my sons, age nine and four, are obsessed with Michael Jackson. There’s a whole lot of crotch grabbing and moon walking going on in my house. And, it seems like a whole new generation of kids have discovered his genius and are bringing him to life again. I hope that wherever Michael is right now he is smiling about this.
Yes, Michael Jackson was a human being but he was a king. Long live the king.
Pulu-pulutong na high school students ang nakasabay namin ng nanay ko nung pauwi na kami kahapon mula sa tindahan. Labasan na din kasi ng mga estudyante sa malapit na mataas na paaralan.
Ung ibang babae, kaniya-kaniyang angkla sa boyfriend. May boyfriend na kaklase o ka-eskuwela. May boyfriend na sa ibang school nag-aaral. May boyfriend na mukhang college level na. May boyfriend na parang tambay lang sa kanto. May boyfriend na medyo may edad na.
May magbabarkada na nagkukuwentuhan tungkol sa kanilang paboritong soap opera. May magbabarkada na nagkukuwentuhantungkol sa crush nilang kaklase o ka-eskuwela o kapitbahay o artista. May magbabarkada na nagkukuwentuhan tungkol sa mga pantasya nilang chikababes. May magbabarkada na nagkukuwentuhan tungkol sa bubugbugin nilang kaaway sa frat. May magbabarkada na nagkukuwentuhan tungkol sa subjects sa school. Eto ang pinaka-boring na grupo malamang.
I belong to this group when I was in high school. Hindi kami nerdy ng mga ka-barkada ko, pala-aral lang. Kasi naman, we were boring. Siguro, hanggang ngayon naman. Walang boyfriends that time ang mga ka-barkada kong babae, wala silang ini-entertain na suitors, at ilan sa kanila ay NBSB hanggang ngayon.
Kami naman ng bestfriend kong si Paul Allan, hanggang kuwentuhan lang tungkol sa aming mga crush sa school. Since first year high school pa kami magkakilala nitong si Paul, kaya alam na namin ang taste ng bawat isa regarding boys. Ang tipo kong boylet, ung singkit, mas matangkad sa akin, at brainy. Suwerte na kung looker si boylet. Si Paul Allan naman, mestiso ang gusto, ung foreigner-looking ba, tapos matangkad. Ung looker talaga ang hanap niya. Pihikan kasi ang best friend kong ito. Pag nagkaka-crush yan, hinahanapan niya ng bad or negative traits ung boylet para hindi na niya magugustuhan. Torture sa sarili, pinipigilan talaga ang sarili na ma-young love sweet love sa boylet niyang crush.
Ang ultimate crush ko nung high school, si AM. Boy Scout siya, senior sa amin ng dalawang taon. Si Paul Allan naman, ang crush ay si JG. Ka-level namin pero ibang section. I don't know what happened to AM, pero si JG ang alam namin ay nagwo-work sa SM North EDSA. Sabi ko nga kay Paul Allan, rumampa siya dun ng madalas at baka matiyempuhan niya si JG.
Kung ang ultimate crush ko ay si AM, ang forever crush ko ay si JS. Ewan ko ba, hanggang ngayon, his smile haunts me. And the stare.
1. Wala ako masyadong nabiling libro sa Book Fair. Sabagay, nagpipigil talaga akong bumili ng madaming libro ngayon. Pero un nga, wala masyadong interesting books na naka-sale. Dalawang libro lang ang nabili ko: Third World Opera ni Simeon Dumdum, Jr. at ang Kaluluwa ni J. Neil Garcia.
2. Mas maraming cute boys na pumunta sa Book Fair. Meaning mas marami ng cute boys ang into reading.
3. Saw friends, na na-sad din na konti lang ang interesting books ngayon.
4. Jackpot si Nanoy sa mga nabiling libro mula sa Goethe Institute booth. May tungkol sa DADA akong nakita mula sa mga nabili niya.
5. Mas maraming cutie boys na staff ngayon. Kinilig si Xam sa UST Press booth. Kamukha daw ni Coco Martin ung pinakamatangkad sa staff nila.
6. Nag-stop kami sa isang storytelling session sa isang booth kahapon. Hindi para makinig ng children's story. Kundi para tignan ang isang cute na cute na bata.
7. Tatlo lang ung nakita kong audience ng Cosplay lecture kahapon. Kawawa naman.
8. May two Cosmo men sa Rex Bookstore booth kahapon. Nag-serve sila as promodizers (I think). Ung isa, si Kris Melendrez. Nawili kaming maglagi dun ni Xam. Sayang di ko nadala ang Cosmo mag ko ng 69 Hot Bachelors. Sayang di rin ako nakapagdala ng digicam.
Then I came to an edge of very calm But couldn’t stay there. It was the washed greenblue mapmakers use to indicate Inlets and coves, softbroken contours where the land leaves off And water lies plainly, as if lamped by its own justice. I hardly know how to say how it was Though it spoke to me most kindly, Unlike a hard afterwards or the motions of forestalling.
Now in evening light the far-off ridge carries marks of burning. The hills turn thundercolored, and my thoughts move toward them, rough skins Without their bodies. What is the part of us that feels it isn’t named, that doesn’t know How to respond to any name? That scarcely or not at all can lift its head Into the blue and so unfold there?
Landscape is nothing but an impression, and an instantaneous one, hence
this label that was given us, by the way because of me. I had sent a
thing done in Le Havre, from my window, sun in the mist and a few masts
of boats sticking up in the foreground....They asked me for a title for
the catalogue, it couldn't really be taken for a view of Le Havre, and
I said: 'Put Impression.' (Monet)
Around 300 Persons with Disabilities in TAHANANG WALANG HAGDANAN in Cainta needs mattresses, blankets, toiletries, food, drinking water and ANTIBIOTICS FOR UTI, betadine, saline and gauze for pressure sores, because most of the residents are spinal cord injury cases who were soaked overnight on flood waters.
Tahanang Walang Hagdanan, Inc.
175 Aida St. Marick Subd. Cainta, Rizal
665-0055/665-0059/655-4580/6550812
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Habitat for Humanity Philippines will be conducting a mini-soup kitchen at two Pasig Evacuation Centers where our homepartners are. We need volunteers from 6am-2pm on Friday, Saturday and Sunday (Oct. 2,3 and 4) to distribute arroz caldo. Please contact 8973069 or 09178260881.
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Fr. Dari Deoquino of Kanlungan Ni Maria is needing help in cleaning the church of Calumpang near SM Marikina. Call or text 09156002631.
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Social Action Department of Antipolo head Father Bien Miguel, 09178124623. Volunteers may contact them for deployment to relief operations.
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Nueve de Febrero Elementary School in Mandaluyong is also affected. Contact the teacher coordinator, Beth Catibog at 0927-644-9385.
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Maraming salamat sa mga co-HOM volunteers sa pagbibigay ng tulong para sa pamilya ni Rose, na isa ring HOM volunteer. Lahat ng nalikom na in-kind donations ay ipapamahagi ni Rose sa kaniyang mga kapitbahay. Maraming salamat uli!
