April 5, 2008 at 4:03 am | Filed under events, pop culture and such
But first: POP QUIZ! Say, you live in the boondocks that is Antipolo and you’re set to watch a musical at 8pm in a faraway place called Makati. You have to be there 730ish, for a group picture of sorts. Question: what time do you have to leave home to be able to make it on time?
a) Hmm. 6pm-ish? An hour and a half should be enough. I mean, Makati isn’t really that far-faraway. Heck, travel time on a good day takes about 30-45 minutes.
b) TRY THE DAY BEFORE BECAUSE EVERYTHING THAT COULD GO WRONG WILL GO WRONG. Like, construction along C5 that will make the hellish commute last an unnecessary hour longer.
About a month ago, I got an invitation to watch Repertory Philippines‘ local production of Altar Boyz. A quick search on Wikipedia and I was armed with all the information I needed: Altar Boyz “is a musical comedy about a fictitious Christian boy band from Ohio. It addresses and satirizes, among other things, the phenomenon of boy bands, the popularity of Christian-themed music and products in contemporary American culture.”
Huh. Boybands + religion + indifferent atheist me. Should be interesting.
Last Thursday night, no thanks to the goddamn traffic, I was an hour late for the Manila leg of their Raise The Praise tour (the musical-play is acted out as a concert and the boys are there to sing and save the lost souls in the audience). After managing to find a seat in the dark (the theater was full!), I sat down next to this smelly stranger just in time for the fourth to the last song.
What I loved most about the musical (besides it being witty and hilarious) was— in true boyband fashion— the stereotyping of the band members ( I’m a huge fan of stereotypes and mainly for retarded reasons). The Altar Boyz consists of Matthew, the group’s crucifix-donning leader; Mark, the effeminate dude in pink (prompting the standard “Is he gay?” question); Juan, (to borrow Fritz’s words) the Latin flavor; Abraham, the Jewish dude; and Luke, the pretty-but-dumb badass (my favorite character because it is played by Reuben Uy hotness).
I suck, I know, and I’ll be watching it again. I was thoroughly entertained by the little that I saw of it (the singing! The dancing! The script! The punchlines! The drama!), and as Fritz said: the audience was in stitches from start to end. I’m not about to start listening to Christian pop, though. Heh.
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Altar Boyz is directed by Chari Arespacochaga and stars PJ Valerio, Red Concepcion, Chevy Mercado, Reb Atadero, and Reuben Uy. The musical-play is scheduled to run from April 3 to April 27, 2008 at the Onstage Theater (2/F) Greenbelt 1. Shows are on Fridays and Saturdays at 8pm with Saturday and Sunday matinees at 330pm. Tickets are at P 550.00 (gold, reserved seating), P 350.00 (free seating), and P 250.00 (free seating).
For tickets, reservations, and information call the Rep office at 8870710 or Ticketworld at 891999. You may also log on to www.repertory-philippines.com or www.ticketworld.com.ph. Tickets are also available at the REP office located at 2316 Pasong Tamo Extension, Makati City and at the gate before every performance.
To reserve Altar Boyz GOLD tickets for the 26 April Saturday 3.30pm show, please contact Lorna Lopez thru:
(Globe) 0917.9256505
(Sun) 0922.3875729
(email) cranegoddesscorp at gmail dot com
February 20, 2007 at 6:40 pm | Filed under camwhorage, events, joyful girl
Before I start raving about and posting photos from Hed Kandi and the weekend that was, let me rant about Branders.com. This isn’t me talking shit about my previous employer— I am not being bitter here, nor am I making anything up. Fucking office politics.
First, they fucked up my hiring process. And then now, they fuck up my whole employment. I’m not even going to contest it, because it’s seriously not worth it. Sure, they pay well; but I don’t want to be employed by a company whose management’s aim is to hire and fire.
Drew told me from the very beginning: don’t let Rob (the sales director) see me hanging out with him. How unprofessional: letting a person go because she’s friends with someone you’ve been wanting to terminate ever since his immediate boss resigned last year? I, of course, allowed myself to be seen with Drew and his office friends. Why the fuck should I not— they’re my friends, too.
My chud of a sales manager, who by the way is the sales director’s pet (they probably blow each other in the for-disabled washroom because cock botox is still a thing of the future and someone needs to take out the wrinkles in Rob’s dick) got on my case, too, because he is one ugly cocksucker (yes, Simon Cos, you are) with a lazy eye who swaps his Fs and Ps, and is bitter about the fact that nobody likes him. I mean, MY GOD, during my second evaluations, I had to dispute his numbers! What kind of a SALES SUPERVISOR manipulates his rep’s stats? I told him the talktime report (which everyone has access to) showed something else from what he put on my evals report. I checked it with Drew and I was right. So he told me he edited it, and when I asked him what my new grade was, he never told me.
The other managers listened to my calls and gave me good grades. Sure, I didn’t hit the average daily goal, but I wasn’t the only one in my batch.
I told myself I’d be employed by Wednesday. I’ve done nothing yet.
It was another crazy weekend. The booze started flowing at eight in the morning, Saturday, after my shift. A bunch of us went to Cafe Agogo where I ordered a double shot of rhum before crossing the street to buy myself a small bottle of Tanduay at the Ministop. I pretty much got plastered, caught a ride home, bitched to my housemates, and then slept.
Aa was here for the weekend for Hed Kandi. I wasn’t planning on going at all, but Aa and her boyfriend managed to convince me to go with them (it’s really fun to get dressed drunk and go through three outfits while still taking shots). So yeah, when she woke me up at 5pm, we called up her boyfriend and told him to get us a bottle of Tanduay and soda. A friend from work gave us a ride to Sidebar (originally, he was just supposed to pick up a mutual friend there— small world— and then drop us off to Greenbelt, but Sidebar had an open bar). We were pretty much drunk when we got to World Trade. Good times.
We got home at 3am, and I had only been in bed for five minutes when Drew texted me that he and Yero (who just got back from Cebu) were off to the Meatshop and do I want to come with? Of course.
Sunday, wake up, drink, sleep. Wake up, drink, go home, drink. WHAT IS THIS LIFE.
I’ve got over 9k in monthly bills to pay, and I’m quickly running out of cash (must finish eTelecare exit clearance and get last two paychecks + backpay), but 2k is a small price to pay fo alcohol-induced happiness.
I’m quickly turning into the fat chick in miniskirts.
Photos.
Anna, Allah, and Aa
Anna for Tanduay Rhum. Rhum on the rock!!!1111z
Aa and I are two happy bunnies.
Yay, non-blurry in-motion photo!
Shhh is the new Zoolander.
I have no idea where Tasyo was when he took this photo from that angle.
Twenty-year old kid who picked me up.
Tasyo only had two photos of himself the whole weekend!
Drunk.
Good morning, let’s drink.
Do you love it?
Brian, Chatty, Archie, Drew, and Allah.
Pre-lude to drunkenness: normal faces.
Don’t tell my mom I’m here!
State of the Kitchen Address.
Our lounge area. It’s clean and organized now, I swear!
I love how Allah and Drew are in the photos, too :D
This is pretty much how I felt this weekend:
And the most surprising thing happened today: three times, the same number was calling my mobile this morning and I ignored the calls because I thought it was Fitness First calling again. I missed the fourth call by a few seconds, and whoever it was finally texted, asking if my number was my dad’s number. I replied saying “This is his daughter. May I know who this is?” Shocker of shockers, it was my half-sister’s mom.
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