11 February 2010
What Are The (Second) Chances?
13 January 2010
Lost In A Shallow River

01 January 2010
Goodbye 2009...Hello 2010 !!!
30 December 2009
Welcome The Year 2010 With A Left Hook
24 December 2009
Merry Christmas to Whoever You Are
22 December 2009
Experiencing Christmas

21 December 2009
Thankful and Honored
22 May 2009
Dreaming Big In The Big World



Let me end this with a something I read from DJ Chico Garcia's blog by Kaboosh22; Life is good when you’re happy & blessed. But life is at its best when other people are happy & blessed because of you.
20 May 2009
I Woke Up When Pacquiao Put Hatton to Sleep
For the past few weeks a lot of significant events occurred. These have somewhat changed the world and it's history. History which others might find interesting and life-changing and yet the same events others might find it hard to accept.
As you've noticed, silence described this little web space I have for the past weeks. It would a appear that the world has left me behind among the changes. It seemed like I was hibernating and just got up from my deep slumber. I guess I was.
Though I was snoring while drowned into the proverbial sleep, I was not oblivious of what reality was busy with. Asleep but aware.
The interesting and the not-so events didn't escape me. They were all real to me as it were to everyone. From the sad passing away of The Master Rapper Francis Magallona, the revelation of Bebe Gandanghari, and the deadly and catastrophic swine virus to the devastating demolition of Ricky "The Hitman" Hatton by the pound-for-pound king Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao, life never let me miss them.


Now that I'm awake, done some stretching, I'm now rejuvenated to examine every moments of my life. To see the picture not just with what meets the eye but also with the underlying meanings.
Oh yes, I'm glad to be back... (would it be Mayweather Jr. or Mosley?)
08 February 2009
Finding Love Out Of Phonebooks
I was toggling from one channel to the other in search of something worth watching one afternoon (I realized it's almost becoming an uncontrollable habit now). My girlfriend was in the kitchen; busy recreating the adobo recipe one of the staff from her work gave away. With all the shows to choose from, it seemed almost impossible to stick to one channel these days especially if you have cable. Even to stick to at least a particular channel for a good couple of minutes appeared difficult. I remember I didn’t have such a problem when the tube used to just show the local channels. There were not many options then. Either you’re a Kapamilya or Kapuso.
Eventually, I had to choose one. I settled for the Mythbusters. They were always in search of myths to bust (I guess you don't need me telling you that just by reading the tiitle of their show). That time they were trying to prove wrong, or otherwise, the myth about phonebooks and how tough they are to rip apart by pulling them from opposite directions.
What they did was alternately put a page of one phone book on top of another page of the other phone book. It was like shuffling a deck of cards. Then they just ‘scotch-taped’ the covers to keep the pages from being flown away once they're being tested (the phonebooks, I mean). But get this; the pages were not glued to each other. At first, they pulled it from opposite directions using mere human force; it was pathetic. Then they tried more human force; it was shameful. So they thought two cars pulling the phonebooks would surely shatter the stubborn phonebooks’ new found self-worth. But the unbeatable duo-- referring to the phonebooks-- was again able to get out of the ordeal unscathed. Pretty neat, huh?
Like I was, the hosts were amazed and excited at the same time knowing how two sets of phonebooks could withstand such force. But they were not as convinced as to start a fan club for some unpopular books. They gave the credit to friction which gave these books the ‘super-strength’. The friction apparently was so strong that it seemed to resist any force applied against it to separate the pages. It was just as amazing as it was informative.
Love can be considered as the ‘friction’ that keeps two people from being separated by other outside forces deemed to be more powerful (here's another proof of my poor transition). A couple who really have the said ‘friction’ can withstand so much that those who care for them (including those pretending to care) sometimes can’t understand why. But some people just can help but be ‘villains’ to the couple. Then the poor love birds that are ‘under the influence of friction’ are deemed stupid, blind or even pathetic by others. The sad reality is, most of the time, the forces just won’t stop challenging the bond to its limits. They just can’t somehow resist the excitement of proving that such reality of love is as strong between our poor couple who are ‘friction-ated’.
So for those who believe they have what it takes to stand their ground in the name of love, better think twice. Standing your ground against all odds could also be unrewarding, you know. Before you brave through the meanest storm, climb the steepest mountain, or just simply face the ridicule and wrath of your man’s wife, know first if it’s worth it. They won’t be considerate; am not just talking about the wife here but also the others who find it their business to middle between you and your love.
So I say good luck to you lovebirds!
25 January 2009
Escape From Yourself
Few hours from now is going to be Monday. It was just like few hours ago when I was in the office anticipating for the weekend.
A new working week will again start and I still don’t feel satisfied with the weekend break. Don’t get me wrong but I enjoyed the weekend. I think that explains the feeling of discontentment. It just wasn’t enough, I guess. But I think most of us feel the same, right?
If you really think about it, you have been doing the same routine every week. You know it’s tiring but you keep waking up in the morning-- in my case, every evening--, dress up and off you go to work. We look forward to weekends. This is how most of our routines look like. As for me, it has always been this way most of the time.
But sometimes we just have to suck it in and deal with it. We think, “well, it’s how my life is” or if not, “I have to do this to be successful” and anything else. But if we come to think of it, we are actually not “forced” to be in it but rather we somehow “choose” to be in it. It’s got your signature written all over that suck-y life you make for yourself. And if this is the case, isn’t it understandable that we can also use the same choice to get out of the mess we choose?
Yes and no.
Yes, since no one can really force you to decide on what to do. I know people or situation can somehow “influence” you in choosing the life we live. But in reality it is still you who calls the shot.
No, depending on the influence people or the situation has over you. The significant the person or situation is, the difficult it is to choose against them.
I remember my dad used to force me to wear the shirts I never really felt like wearing during elementary days. Although I always end up wearing those super-tight shirts anyway, I still managed to “influence” him in not making me wear them the next time. I would always find a way to make those shirts “un-wearable” again (most of the time I put stains on the shirts).
The point is, we may be trapped in doing the same old routine we choose for ourselves but we still have a choice. We can still choose to take a break from the routine and have a bit of fun. Simple joys and pleasures can do great things to a tired spirit. Engage yourself in activities shake of the worries caused by work during the week. Get rid of stress. Smile or better yet, laugh.
21 January 2009
On President Obama's Inuaguration Speech

Aside from missing the Sinulog festival, this is one of the significant events I missed this year. I hope there won't be more though.
So here is the full text of the speech of President Obama, guys.
My fellow citizens:
I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.
Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.
So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.
That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.
These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land - a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.
Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America - they will be met.
On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.
On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.
We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things.
The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.
In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted - for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things - some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.
For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life. For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.
For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn. Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.
This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions - that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.
For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act - not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.
Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions - who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.
What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them - that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works - whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account - to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day - because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.
Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control - and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous.
The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart - not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.
As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience’s sake.
And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more. Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.
We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort - even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.
For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus - and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.
To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society’s ills on the West - know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.
To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world’s resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.
As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment - a moment that will define a generation - it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.
For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter’s courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent’s willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.
Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends - hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism - these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.
This is the price and the promise of citizenship.
This is the source of our confidence - the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.
This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed - why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.
So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America’s birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:
“Let it be told to the future world…that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive…that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it].”
America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.
Thank you. God bless you and God bless the United States of America.
What do you think? Was it the speech you expected?
Well, you don't have to keep your opinions to yourselves. I would really appreciate it if you can share it here. They are highly encouraged.
20 January 2009
How Did True Love Find You?
Now, let me just include how the blog actually goes. Here it is.
This is going to be short.
Three years ago, I wrote the book, How To Find Your One True Love.It became an instant bestseller. And the book rocked the world of many singles.Since then, I’ve heard wonderful stories of how many singles followed the instructions of that book and have indeed found their one true love. (Yep, I’ve received a number of nice wedding invitations.)
I’ve also heard of single women who broke up with their boyfriends because the book made them realize they were jerks and were going to be terrible husbands.
One girl told me, “Brother Bo, because of your book, I finally woke up from my insanity and got rid of my playboy, gambling, and drunkard boyfriend. Thank you!”
I was enjoying her compliment until she said, “But Brother Bo, please be careful. My Ex is also a member of the local Yakuza and wants to kill you.”
Alas, the risk of being an author. (Bodyguards are welcome.) But I’m happy that the book saved many singles from a lifetime of misery.Let me tell you a dream: I want to write a book entitled 40 Stories of Finding Your One True Love. Yes, I want to include your love stories.
Answer this question: How did you find your one true love?
My goal is to inspire singles and guide them to find their one true love through your true-to-life Love Stories.
In a few lines, write me a brief summary of your love story in the “comments” section. Inspire others! Encourage the 100,000+ people who read this blog.And just in case your story gets selected by our editors, they’ll e-mail you; write a fuller story about you, so we could include your story in my coming book, 40 Stories of Finding Your One True Love.
Thank you for helping me inspire the world.
May your dreams come true,Bo Sanchez
That’s it. Now, I’m thinking, “what if I asked you the same question?”
How did you find your one true love? (I plan to share my story if I see a handful of replies from you).
Missing The Sinulog
Last Sunday, I missed one my most anticipated festivity since birth. I can’t believe I failed to witness the Sinulog the second time around. It’s considered as the biggest celebration in my hometown
So I’m now blogging about the Sinulog 2009. This might work as an escape to the feeling of being left out. I don’t want to pity myself missing it so I guess writing about the happenings from the Queen City of the South last Sunday will give me some satisfaction. I’m also going to include some history and some interesting facts about the Sinulog.
The Sinulog word comes from the Cebuano adverb sulog. It means "water current movement." Its adaptation describes the forward-backward step movement of the Sinulog dance. Dancing to the rhythm of the drums, people would dance two steps forward, then a step back.
This memorable event falls every third Sunday of January-- this year it happens a day before my birthday. The celebration is in honor of the patron of
Although the Festival itself is celebrated on this day, however, a series of events are held every day for the whole nine weeks before the much awaited Sinulog Grand Parade. Concerts, pageants, and other colorful events prepare the Cebuanos for the main event which is the Sinulog itself. During the event, colorful displays and street dancing can be seen. The participants are on their colorful costumes dancing to the Sinulog beat. The Fluvial Procession (a water parade) is held a day before the Grand Parade. The procession starts at dawn from
A Pontifical Mass celebrated by the Cardinal of the Archdiocese of Cebu himself and is held at the Basilica de Señor Santo Niño on the day of the Grand Parade. The said mass marks the beginning of the Sinulog Grand Parade. After the mass, the people would go out of the streets where the parade will take place- - where you’ll hear the people chanting “Viva, Senyor Santo Niño!” all throughout the parade.
Now that’s the Sinulog for you.
Well, now I feel better in though I didn’t get to watch the event this year. There are still more years to come for the Cebuanos like me (and for those who just doesn’t want to be left out next year) to look forward to.
Viva, Senyor Santo Niño!
13 January 2009
Lost My Innocence Of Sex
The long anticipation ended. At last, I can now bravely say I already experienced it. I’ve avoided a lot of talks about it for the simple reason that I have nothing to brag about. Alas, I now can say I’m a made man.
I had SEX for the first time.
You heard me right; it was last Monday when I willingly gave up my innocence. It was something I should have done long time ago. But as the proverbial saying goes, “it’s better late than never”. Nevertheless, I’m just glad I’ve gone through it and it was satisfying. My girlfriend, who was also eager to grab the chance, was kind enough to do it with me.
It was noon time when hunger stroke. We were riding along the busy streets somewhere in
I’ve heard my office mates talk about the place and it would always leave me wondering what it’s like. Talks about it never fails to catch my attention, especially on how people ask their friends to come and join them there. I remember the first time I, and my buddy-at-work, was asked by one of the ladies in my team to join her at Sinangag Express. I was shocked, speechless, and probably flattered at one point, when she asked, “let’s go have SEX!”. Green-minded or not, this invitation is a music to the ear, especially when you’re starving and could eat like a horse.
That was what I felt the first time I experienced lunch at SEX. I had Adosilog and my girlfriend ordered Tapsilog. But later on, she asked for another plate of what I ordered after she got to taste it. The rice, which reminds me of the good-old Star Rice (plain rice mixed in Star Margarine), wasn't enough for me so an extra rice was necessary. The waiter also served tokwa’t baboy on our table. To quench our thirst, my girlfriend went for an orange juice while I, out of curiosity, settled for their chilled taho. Well, it tasted like the regular taho, only placed on a bigger plastic cup and chilled. We had our full and the damage was just for a cheap 250.00 pesos. What a meal!
For sure it wouldn’t be the last experience I’m going to have at Sinangag Express. the place left a good taste in my mouth so they will surely can expect more visits from me in future.
06 January 2009
Should Have Bought That Organizer
I was supposed to buy an organizer for myself. I thought it’s a good way to start the New Year writing down your plans and schedules. Put into good use, it makes life easier to handle each day at a time. Every now and then I fall short in sorting out the things I need to get done. My priorities get messed up sometimes too.
One thing I’ve learned about life is that it will never wait on you. It continues to move on and run its uncharitable course. So you would never want to find yourself face down on the ground and whining how unfair it has been on you. You always knew that. Although sometimes it makes you think your lucky getting out of some mess.
Life may not have forever to wait for us but it sure will not deprive us of the time needed to make each of our lives worthwhile. It’s really up to us to grab the chance and get organized. Life passes faster than summer vacation, you know. The person next to you shouldn’t be the one calling the shots for you (at least not all the time).
When I’m on my sane mind, I believe decisions have to be made by me and no one else. I still have to remind myself of this every time though. But at least the effort is there. It’s my only chance to life.
One philosopher said, “Water shall never pass the same river twice.”






