Author Archive for conrad-mananes

29
Mar

It’s not a billboard…its my forehead

Ah yes, kids. It’s one of my rants and raves about life. And as my title suggests, yes, I did have a haircut recently. And yes, I have been mistreated yet again by another mentally arthritic human being. There have been times when I actually drew my desired hairstyle. Indicated on the piece of paper was how the person was to execute the hair-trimming. Shit! I didn’t know I had to carry that “how-to” drawing around all the time. Unfortunately, I felt confident that today’s haircut would be easy. Considering it really was a simple thing of following instructions.

Don’t they understand that ultra-wavy hair cannot be trimmed to less than 3 inches. Well, to cut the long story short…and my hair for that matter…the stupid person had his way with my head and snipped-off my top crop—leaving only an inch and a half at my forehead area. Arrrrggghhhh!!!! Don’t these monsters know that doing so would make curly-haired people look bald? It’s bad enough that I have an enormous forehead (my hairline is half an inch above normal)—this moron just had to express his “know-it-all” self on me. So now, I am going to have to endure an entire week of “bad hair days”.

07
Feb

Bakit Off-Line Lagi Si Conrad sa YM?

Question, Ate Luds, via long distance SMS from Dubai…kababayan natin na nag-wWork doon…pangalan si Cathy…

Bakit daw si Conrad hindi naka-online lagi–particularly sa YM?

Sagot ni Ate Luds:

Cathy, si Conrad ay nag-Le-Layout. Since ang Adobe nya ay atre-bidang pirata, feel nito lagi mag-report via internet na ganito:

HOME BASE!!! MAY PIRATADONG FREELOADER SA PILIPINAS ANG PANGALAN SI CONRAD MANANES. PUTULIN ANG MASASAYANG ARAW NYA SA PAG-LAYOUT!!!!

Pag-nangyari ito, biglang may lalabas sa screen ni Conrad…

HOY BATA! ANG KAPAL NG MUKHA MO’NG GAGAMIT-GAMIT NG PEKE! MAGBAYAD KA! MAGBAYAD KAAAAA!!!

Tapos biglang mamamatay ang Adobe.


tapos iiyak si Conrad.


tapos i-offLine nya computer
…tapos pindot nya ang “crack” para kopyahin ang peke na serial number.

Gagana muli ang program.
Layout ulit si Conrad

Problema nga lang…
sa panahon na ito…



patay sya sa mundo.

ANO BA YAN? WALA NA NGA’NG SEX LIFE…WALA PA’NG VIRTUAL SOCIAL LIFE!

Wehehehehehe

Pero, no kidding. This is the main reason.

02
Feb

…the only way is up?

I’ve heard that line so many times, I’m beginning to think very seriously to its validity. Last November, my former employer asked me to stop coming to work because the company I was in was in trouble…or so he claims. At any rate, I did agree on the premise that he was to give my December salary as well as my 13th month pay. Turns out, he only gave me the 13th month pay because it was mandated by law.

I must admit, I had planned on keeping my status “freelance” since my elder sister and other siblings were on the verge of creating our very own cafe. However, as with any endeavour, one cannot hope to accomplish much if one of its founding members has trouble keeping his sanity. I am, of course, referring to myself. I have been jobless since December. And although, we, as a family got through the holidays without a hitch, I must also stress-out that the holidays would’ve been much more fun with a bit more spending money on my end.

So here, I am, still up at 2:00am on the 3rd of February–the morning of my “try-out” for a graphics company I don’t care for. Funny the way things turn out. I mean, really, my business associates–the ones who provide my “freelance work” told me to keep Wednesday free. Meeting with our biggest client. This news came after I had applied for the graphic artist position.

I suppose I should consider myself lucky. Having very supportive siblings as well as very charming nephews and nieces, I have kept myself busy with being both teacher and baby-sitter to them. Most people would’ve probably killed themselves due to the depression that unemployment brings.

Just last week I was forced to sit-out my friend’s party. She was on her way out of the country and was throwing a party as a big hug to all her friends. Sadly, I had to send her an SMS stating: “I know how important this party is to you and I really would’ve loved to be there. However, I’m down to my last P150 pesos. Any thoughts?”

Well, I have to get some rest for the interview tomorrow. I still am undecided whether to make it a good one or just make it an exercise in human relations…you know, try to be as charming to the interviewer as possible since I really didn’t want the job anyway. Ah well, I might as well make it a good one. Good night strange world.

08
Dec

Crazy Hats

Obet, Chris, Avi

 

It all started with a concept we threw around amongst my college friends during the conceptualization period of our project in electronic media (video class). We thought up a character so twisted who would have the police and investigators in our story completely baffled. This was a serial killer who had an obsession with severed heads and people who owned strange exotic hats. He would often envy a person who owned a unique head dress and offer to buy it. Most often the subject with the hat would concede and happily give the hat with the happy thought of selling the hat for ridiculously more than it was worth.

 

 

 

As the story progressed, the villain would not always get his way. He would encounter a person who did not want to let go of his hat, simply because, it truly was unique and he couldn’t bare to part with it. With the rejection, the killer would say:

Tet, Jane, Conrad

Tet, Jane, Conrad

 

“If you won’t give me the hat, I will take it. And since you made it clear that you have no intention of taking it off your head, I’ll just take the hat and your head along with it.”

He would associate himself with Lewis Carol’s character from Alice In Wonderland-The Mad Hatter. Needless to say, as most grandiose plans end up (especially video projects in the college of fine arts) our story concept never took-off from the planning stage.

On my senior year, I was involved in a group that wanted to present something unique for introducing the parts and history of the Computer. During the time, the Star Wars Trilogy was back in fashion. Every medium was saturated with Star Wars and its facsimile. Merchandise filled the shelves of both hobby shops and toy stores. Storylines in both sitcoms as well as most of the themes for commercials and spoofs on television and cinema were obviously from the said movie causing the mania. We decided to make our own version:

“Lucas and The Lost Computer”—a story of an extremely stupid young man (played by yours truly), looking through an old house which allegedly belonged to his father who had disappeared a long time ago. I decided to make the “grandfather of all hats”—Darth Vader’s outer helmet. The presentation went as well as it could—but I must say, making the helmet was a lasting testimony to my being obsessive-compulsive.

After I graduated from college, I somehow forgot about “The Mad Hatter”. Museo came and went and I eventually found myself at the doors of Royale Homes Marketing Corporation. My officemates would tell me of the time when they would dress up on October 31—Halloween and in the afternoon, they would pull pranks on the people who were passing-through the Royale Homes Floor. They would gather around the elevator, press the up and down buttons and wait for the doors to open. Knowing fully-well that the elevators would have passengers, they would try to scare the passengers of the elevators as they pass our floor.

Tet, Avi 

Apparently, the tradition died shortly before I was hired. So in reaction to that, I decided to create a new tradition. Employees of Royale Homes loved to have fun. However, they did not like the hassle of dressing up—except of course it was for an event that involved celebrities. I decided to create “The Mad Hatter’s Tea Party”. It would always be on the last Friday of October. People would bring or create their own hats and wear that instead of a full costume.

 

Unfortunately, I had not anticipated that there were a lot more “stuck-up” people where I worked. Bottom line—I was the only one who thought it was worth doing. Oh sure everyone thought it was a lovely idea but no one was compelled to take part in the event. In desperation, I started collecting headdresses. I initially decided on collecting crowns and tiaras but soon enough, I began to realize that I should broaden my scope to include all sorts of head gear. It was a good thing too that I liked making my own hats. There was once a marketing manager’s assembly in Royale Homes where the theme was Thailand. I felt inspired to make a Thai crown. You know? The gold head gear with the sharp pointy thing on top. My collection was truly growing. Sometimes with store-bought things, sometimes with the things I made.

By the next year I had gathered enough hats to accommodate all my friends. People slowly caught on and later tried wearing the hats I brought—finally realizing that it was all in the spirit of fun. And since the initial event did not even materialize, I decided to rename the event to: CRAZY HATS FRIDAY.

And now on its fourth year, Crazy Hats Day continues to be the highlight of my October. Why, even my choir—The Metanoia, has started Crazy Hats day—this time on the last Sunday of October before Halloween.

This year…crazy hats Friday fell exactly on October 31. My friends from my former workplace, PIMS Inc decided to take Crazy Hats Day on the town. We actually sat down to dinner wearing our choice of hats. It was great fun eating and having the rest of the mall gawk at us. After a hearty feast of semi-Hawaiian cuisine, we decided to have coffee and dessert. We paraded from the restaurant in our spectacular apparel and proceeded to Seattle’s Best Coffee. As we came in and lined-up to order, one of my friends, Ms. Tet Plaza was approached by Stephanie, one of the most charming girls I had ever encountered in a long while.

Tet, Conrad, Stephanie

Tet, Conrad, Stephanie


Stephanie was with her family enjoying a night out. She saw Tet and immediately took a liking to her silver mask and tiara. She was so insistent that I decided to lend her another crown. As we placed the crown on her head, she smiled and bounded-off. She later came back and further inquired about the crown Tet was wearing. We then realized that it wasn’t the fact that she also wanted a tiara—she wanted Tet’s tiara. I decided to give her the first gift of Christmas—on Halloween. When she came back, I told her she could have the crown if she promised to be good. She was just so happy. Who knows where the crazy hats party will end up next? Only time will tell.

 

 

25
May

For the Sake of Just Saying Something

There really is something disturbing about the cultute in my new place of work. I know it might be negligible but I believe that it is an implication of something even more serious. Everyone seems to be in the terrible habit of trying to out-talk everyone else. As if the world is a great big quiz show and you have to prove the other person wrong…or at least talk them to death.

It really is rather anoying the way everyone seems to say:

"No, you’re wrong…" or "Well, what actually happened there was…"

It’s so tiresome the way everyone is verbally competing against each other.

The other day, I just got so fed up with the situation that I decided to say something stupid on purpose. The following is the conversation that ensued:

Conrad: (upon hearing a song performed by Madonna and Justin Timberlake) "I love this song!

Office Girl: "Of course, that song was composed by Timberland"

Conrad: (knowing fully well that it was a collaboration of the said composer and other artists said–out of sheer desire to have the last statement) "…Well, actually, it’s Madonna."

I turned and walked away and just felt the stupidity of the situation but at the same time fulfilled that I did have the last say.

Jeez, I will just have to learn to keep away from such conversations that force you to compete.

I therefore resolve that I will never give my opinion to these people for the remainder of this month. I mean, unless they are ready to have a real conversation.

22
May

Hearing Without Listening

If there was really one thing I miss about all my past employment is the fact that you can actually have an intelligent conversation with any of your officemates. I don’t mean the high-end, trying-to-be-artsy-fartsy talk…I mean having a friendly chat without anyone trying to out-talk the other person. To some extent, I know that this is due to me being that breath of fresh air…the new guy that everyone wants to share stories with…and eventually dump on. But you can’t really call it a conversation if the talk is coming from other people and you aren’t really allowed the courtesy of being listened to. Ah well. I guess the good part of it all is that I get to conserve my voice. However, I must admit it to be a difficult chore to sit there and be saturated with info that is either irrelevant to you as a person, useless in terms of your work, or even something you know to be totally false. Okay, the word is not "chore". It is a burden and a very difficult task to sit there and listen to bullshit.

13
May

Gone Too Soon

It came as a shock. Marlon Robles, my former employer’s son had died at the age of 21. At first I didn’t want to believe it…or I didn’t want to know so I wouldn’t have to deal with it. Not to say that I was close to the boy. In fact the only memory I have of him was when I was assigned to be his voice coach during the production of his sister’s debut. Bottom line was–there was no avoiding it.

Saturday morning I was called by Tina, my former manager. "Conrad, have you heard?" she started. I had a feeling she was referring to Marlon. I was right. "Are you busy?"…and even though I had planned an activity for myself that day, I decided to go to the wake and fulfill my duty as former employee and friend. It wasn’t even a question for me. I just had to go.

I hastily gathered my song pieces and desperately looked for songs appropriate for a wake and necrological mass. It’s a frightening thought that a wedding singer is so skilled at his profession that he forgets about other occasions where his talents are needed. Let’s face it. Weddings are extremely different from funerals. I packed up my keyboard and other equipment, rode a taxi and proceeded to the funeral parlor.

As I entered the establishment, I saw old acquaintances from my days at Royale Homes. Luminaries from the Real Estate were also there. They greeted me and that’s when I realized that I really was a celebrity in my own right.

There’s something disturbing about funerals and death in particular. Death itself being a mystery and something that all of us will ultimately have to face but to attend someone’s wake who died in his prime–and much younger than yourself gets one thinking of each one’s purpose in life. There’s something especially sad about a young person dying. It’s a situation that leaves the parents wondering why things have to be so tragic. I was suddenly reminded of that line from the movie Lord of the Rings where the king Theorden says: "No parent should have to bury their child."

I have seen my employers in all aspects of life however, this was the only time I had seen them directly affected since it was a death in their own house. There simply is no consoling a grieving parent. Death is painful enough but the passing of your own flesh and blood is especially painful.

I couldn’t do anything but hug Ma’am Diding and kiss her forehead in the hopes that she felt how much I empathize with her and the family.

05
May

Just wanted to say hi

Hi PIMS kids!!!

Just thought I’d drop by and say hi! As you may have noticed. I do not go on-line (YM) as I used to. I’m sorry. Unfortunately with this new job, they feel no need for internet. Either that or the owners are just plain thrifty…to a fault. Ah well! they did say that they tried it once and that maybe sometime later this year they might install a connection. In the mean time. We’ll just have to content ourselves with our correspondence through eMail and SMS.

Hey, how’s the planning for the Manila tour going? I sure hope that pushes through before the rainy season. Well, gotta go. And, yes, I’m sending this through my computer at home. LOL. See you guys soon!

26
Mar

Ain’t It Funny?

Transport Strike…ah…so what else is new? In all honesty, I never understood why transportation groups hold rallies here to protest the rising price of crude oil in the world market. Most of the time I just wish they be magically transported to the country where we get the oil from where they can hold their stupid protest.

But I’m not here to gripe how it had made my morning difficult…how it had prevented students from going to school on exam week. In fact, I’m here to tell everyone how this protest action had made my morning something almost from a movie.

I must admit I didn’t wake early enough to beat the protesters. I reached Cubao at 8:45 am. It was evident that there weren’t much transportation options on the road. Busses on EDSA south-bound were so scarce that you found people–including myself–walking and waiting for anything that came along. That’s when the nice people from MMDA (Metro Manila Development Authority) drove by. It was one of their arm-lift vehicles. Normally I wouldn’t even consider riding it. However, this was such a fine day and I wanted so much to feel the wind on my face rather than the harsh sunlight roasting my back. I jumped on board.

It was really great! I almost felt like a celebrity on a float promoting a movie. I couldn’t help turning my MP3 player really loud and just enjoying the ride. Sure I got dirty but I think it was just what I needed to get me started.

So–the jeepney group plans to obstruct traffic, fine. I really don’t care. I won’t be needing their services when I go home later anyway. I always take the train.

03
Dec

A Magical Night In The Forest

What would happen if you take all your favorite fairy tale characters and put them all in one kingdom? Cinderella, Jack and his beanstalk, Little Red Riding Hood, even Rapunzel as well as the Witch who raised her—what would happen if all their stories transpired in just one night in one magical forest? This is the concept of the musical play Into The Woods written by Stephen Sondheim currently running at the Music Museum by New Voice Theater Company headed by Monique Wilson.

Into The Woods is a new look at the stories we were used to. In addition to this, the play tackles certain issues that have been either omited or overlooked in the original fairy tale. Is there really a “Happily Ever After” for the characters of the stories? Did Cinderella, after marrying the Prince, live in happiness and contentment? In the tale Jack and the Beanstalk, is poverty enough reason for the main character to rob the giants that live in the palace in the clouds? These are just some of the serious topics discussed in the  2nd Act.

I was so amazed with the actors in the play. Michael Williams who plays the baker and Menchu Lauchenco-Yulo, play his wife—both veterans of Philippine stage, are the characters which the story revolves around. In their desire to have a child they are forced to help their neighbor who happens to be a witch played by Lynn Sherman. Although Lynn is primarily known as a jazz artist, she plays this role wonderfully and adds her own flare to the character. Jamie Wilson plays the role of Cinderella’s Prince Charming. Keep your eyes open for this prince, he’s not the conventional “knight in shining amour”. Jamie’s portrayal of this royalty is both witty and funny. Joaqui Valdes plays Jack. Perhaps not everyone knows this but long before he landed a job co-hosting Breakfast on Studio 23, this talented guy had been performing in major productions since he was very young. He played Edmund in The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe as well as the lead role in The Young King both for Trumpets. Tomy Abuel plays the mysterious man who seemingly appears and disappears at certain parts of the play. Another notable actor in this play is Julia Abueva who plays Little Red Riding Hood. Though barely 12, this girl exhibits all the makings of a world-class stage actress. I wouldn’t be surprised if she would be the next Filipina to conquer Broadway.

These are just some of the actors who comprise the wonderful cast of Into The Woods. Another point to consider is the complicated melody that Stephen Sondheim is known for. Unlike the works of Claude Michel Schonberg and Alain Boublil (Les Miserables, Miss Saigon, etc.) or Andrew Lloyd Webber (Jesus Christ Superstar, Evita, Phantom of the Opera, etc.)–who’s works have melodies that are easy to understand, Sondheim’s works are so diverse. They run from simple tunes that you end humming out of the theater to some of the most complicated tunes that seem more dialog than song.

Aside from the complex tune, the actors have to contend with the way the song was written. Most of the songs have overlapping lyrics which the actors have to deliver simultaneously with the other characters—being very careful not to be distracted with the lines of another. This, added with brilliant choreography makes for a truly delightful experience.

Now, if you think you already know how the mentioned stories above will end—I’m telling you right now you’re wrong. This is a musical that everyone will surely enjoy. I’ve already watched it twice and I still plan to watch it if only I get some extra money.
Into The Woods of New Voice Company is currently showing at The Music Museum every Friday and Saturday until December 8, 2007.