Sunday, December 24, 2006

Monday, December 11, 2006

Mau Marcelo is "The First Philippine Idol'

Out of thousands of Filipino hopefuls who auditioned only one has emerged as “The First Philippine Idol.” That is Mau Marcelo, defeating two other brilliant male contenders Gian Magdangal and Jan Nieto.

The event last night was absolutely the most exhilarating. The twelve finalists gave their most notable performance in front of thousands of people who came to witness the prestigious event. Aiza Seguerra, G. Toengi, Sexbomb Girls, Haji Alejandro, Cueshe and Gary Valenciano were their special guests. The three judges Francis Magalona, Pilita Corrales and Ryan Cayabyab also showcased their talent together with the finalists in different presentations. But of course, the much awaited event came last – the announcement of the winner. As Ryan Agoncillo shouted the name of the champion, everybody in the Big Dome instantaneously stood up and applauded. The show ended with the international caliber voice of “The First Philippine Idol” – Mau Marcelo.



By Bo SanchezYou Have the Power to Create Love
Take Another Step on the Simple Path to Happiness

Imagine I’m an inspiring actor. You must agree that with my looks, it wouln’t be too difficult to picture this scenario. After all, the horror genre is aplenty.

They tell me that there are five stages that every tinsel town personality must go through. Let me show you the anatomy of fame.

Stage 1: “Who is Bo Sanchez?”
This is the starting point of every fame-hungry person: you’re a nobody. You have to make your first appearance on film, even if your role is that of a costumed freakish alien that gets pulverized by the star at the opening scene of the movie. It might be difficult to imagine now, but even Madonna, Demi Moore and Julia Roberts went through the stage where people asked, “Who’s she?”

Stage 2: “Get Bo Sanchez”This second level is intoxicating. By some stroke of luck, you get recognized for your thrilling talent or thrilling body. Your name is bandied around in the studios, and a small fans club is forming- no longer organized by your mother. Your price tag is still ascending, so all movie outfits fight for the right to make your first box-office. As you walk in the mall, you count the number of times people ask for your autograph. When you get tired of this, you start wearing shades. Ahhh. You have arrived.

Stage 3: “Get me Bo Sanchez look-alike”
The peak! Your face is seen on ads, tabloids, billboards, and TV gossip programs. You’re everywhere! Only the biggest producers can afford you now. So smaller media companies will settle for young artists who look like you. You’re now royalty (e.g. concert queen, king pop, box-office king, soap opera queen). Finally, you know you’ve reached this high point when you can no longer walk in a mall without a huge crowd following you hysterically screaming “Aaaaaaaayyyyyyyy!”

Stage 4: “Get me a younger Bo Sanchez”
But before you know it, the inevitable hits you. You hear your director ask for someone like you who’s ten years younger, ten years sexier, ten years bolder. You feel offended when scriptwriters offer you motherly roles. Soon, however, no other roles come except motherly roles. Your price tag gets slashed. Your name shrinks in movie and when they congregate around you, you wonder if you’re in some high school reunion of class ’27.

Stage 5: “ Who is Bo Sanchez?You meet some teens walking down the street and they pass you by like you were a telephone post. Ouch. Once in a while, a grandmother points to you and her family looks at you quizzically. You feel like a prehistoric artifact in a museum being surveyed. And then they walk you by. Double-ouch.

And then it hits you: You’re a nobody.

And you realize-wasn’t I here before?

Never go after fame.

In the heart of God, you’re always a star.

Always were, always will be.

Monday, December 4, 2006


This blog used to be a venue of the things that bothered me; the things that I couldn’t extract in my tongue because most of it were unconstructive point of views. Now, it’s over (or maybe not). But one thing is sure - my rejuvenated outlook and stronger faith will direct me to the realization of my purpose in life. This will be the start of a new chapter. And this time, I promise to be optimistic. Or should I say I’ll just put the distressing ones to the bin? Just kidding. Hehe!

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