Showing posts with label ben redulla. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ben redulla. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Glam Boy

Ever since the Sinecod Forte TVC aired on national television, my identity has been synonymous with the image of "the coughing guy in the cinema". Comments like "Ayyyyy, ikaw yong umuubo!", "Anggaling mo naman umubo", or a simple irksome, "Ubo-ubo-ubo!" are but normal remarks that I would get on a day-to-day basis...especially now, that it airs like crazy, thanks to the rainy season. It's funny, but after the initial kilig of having a full-length, full-blown exposure (following my 1-, 2-second cameos in Frutos, Motilium and even DoH and Sun Cellular), it slowly ceased to be amusing. 

I was a guest lecturer/facilitator in Cebu last June for the general orientation for agency leaders (GOAL) of my company. This was attended by unit managers and some financial advisers from the Visayas-Mindanao cluster. As I'm co-heading corporate training with Maita, we don't usually have training involvement with the agency force...which explains the mention of the title "guest lecturer/facilitator" earlier. 

After a lengthy session opener/getting-to-know-you activity facilitated by the in-house agency force sales training manager, it was finally my portion's schedule. So I got my Bluetooth clicker ready, I straightened out the creases of my pants and shirt, and then stood up at the back, while waiting for my formal introduction to the participants. I was expecting to hear a spiel about me being the corporate training manager in head office, being "imported" to assist the sales training team to do this particular new employees orientation, that it was supposedly an honor to blahblahblah...heard those before. So when Jenny started deflecting from the "official" spiel after the "We're honored to be joined here by..." portion, i froze in my corner. She continued by saying, "...a very familiar face, someone you would've definitely seen on your television sets. He is a very popular commercial model, and you will remember him from his latest commercial which he will tell you of and show you later. Ladies and gentlemen, isang masigabong palakpakan para kay Ben Redulla".  Believe you me, I was beet red and was literally shaking as I laughed and shook my head as I walked my way towards the front of the class.  

That was almost exactly the same scenario when i recently attended a friend's friend's birthday party in Ayala-Alabang. Being the gracious host that he supposedly was, he would introduce whoever arrives in his townhouse to every single one of his guests. He would introduce the guests "normally", i.e. by their names...but whenever he reaches me, he'd always say, "This is Ben Redulla, commercial model sya". Imagine me turning beet red. All over again...and repeatedly mumbling, "Anobah! May ganon talaga?!"

Being a commercial model--ahem, I still half-choke regarding myself as that--isn't exactly the glamorous job everybody thinks it is. A whole lot of my gang, officemates, and mom's kumares would tell me how my life is so dazzling, so kainggit, and so bongga--and then follows it up with statements like, "Oy, isama mo naman ako sa mga projects mo"...or a variation like "Uy, yung anak/apo/pamangkin ko naman, ipa-owdishyon mo rin". 


What they don't know is that modeling isn't exactly a glamorous job. All they see is the finished product--where we're all made up, wearing nice costumes, and with perfect lightings, blockings and editing. What they don't see is the ordeal of having to scrimmage against legions of co-model-wannabes in the DIScomfort of the audition/VTR/casting venues. The long lines, the sitting on the floor, the uncalculable cab fares to and from the venues, skipping meals, occasional pagtakas from the office, the spun out wait for your turn to do a 5-minute VTR (only to be told later that the person they're hiring is a known celebrity...blech!), the mortifying requirements for the audition such as taking off your shirt or doing a macho dancing routine...or both, the early-morning call times that don't start until after six hours of waiting, the countless takes especially when the director is such an exacting power-hungry prick, the countless resetting of workshop/fitting/shoot scheduels, and the exhausting takes. And, oh, let's not forget the harrowing wait for the talent fee to be released...which really takes the cake in the worst thing about it. Because, ladies and gentlemen, we almost never get paid immediately after the shoot. That will be like one in two million chances.


Don't get me wrong, I love the attention (hahahaha), the recognition, the moolah, and the self-esteem boost that goes with it. But, hey, I'm not exactly absorbing yet the designation "Ben the Commercial Model". That's so tongue-in-cheek. Just remember...don't be fooled by the rocks that I got, I'm still, I'm still Benny from the Block.....BWAHAHAHAHAHA.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Facebook Faceoff

In the beginning, there was IRC (OK, fine, so there was Pine...big fucking deal). And then there was ICQ. People connected, people chatted, people exchanged files and IM'd (that's "instant message" to you peeps who are icky with abbrevs). Then it evolved to "personalized" chatrooms and personals. Geocities took over. Goodbye text-based/alphanumeric-only IRC...hello "rich-text" and "formattable" personal rooms/pages. With this trend stemmed a myriad of other personal pages with capabilities for photos and other nifty stuff--Facelink, Piclink, Facepic...the works.

And then there was Friendster. Hah. THE now number one profile website here in the Philippines (yes, it's a well-known fact that Pinoys the world over click Friendster at least once a day, thus making it the most visited website in the Philippines and most countries teeming with Pinoys). Of course, not every single Pinoy would agree to that, as some prefer (or concurrently have) other sites over Friendster--e.g. Myspace (which I have, too), Multiply (which I have, too, yes), Hi-5 (which I....yes I do, too, bastard) and others.

This explosion of profile sites has made the world so much smaller--and such a stalker's paradise. If you want to stalk someone, dig deep, or find out something about someone, chances are, he or she is in one of these websites. Who needs private investigators? On the lighter side, these profile pages have reconnected long-lost pals and relatives who have lost touch over the years or because of a transfer to another location. So, thanks to Friendster/Myspace/Multiply/Hi-5, we're but one big-gone-small web of people connecting to each other.

And, ah. There's Facebook. Do you have one? I just loveD (notice the emphasis on the past tense) how it had so much bells and whistles...otherwise known as Applications. I just loveD how I was able to share huge files with contacts; to give away an egg that hatches into whatever pet I want to give to someone; to send a stem or bouquet of flowers to a girl friend; to share a "virtual" martini/tequila shot at 3 in the afternoon with a colleague from the other end of the metro, or pass on a Starbucks espresso when we were getting drowsy from all the boooooooooooring paperwork for the day; to poke, tickle, bitch-slap or even moon someone instead of merely saying "hi"; to tell the world that my mood today is borderline-FUBAR (fucked up beyond any recognition); to post a poll and get a general idea, opinion or perspective from my contacts; and to place pushpins on a virtual globe and share the places I've traveled to with my travel buddies...aaah, what a beautiful, beautiful profile website this Facebook was.

WAS. Until all those damned Vampires and Ninjas and Furryfriends and useless Mardi Gras Beads and incessant Trivias and Fun/Super/Whatchamacallit Walls and Super-superdooper Poke and SMS/Chat plugins that are either corrupted or hangs perpetually...came marching in and flooding my Inbox with these !@#$%^$%& requests, Facebook WAS indeed my mostest favoritest profile page.

Can somebody just create a "Reject All" or "Decline All" button for all these useless requests? I swear, you guys have gone "clicker-happy" with your mouse. I'm not interested. Go take your Catholic Girl Vampire somewhere else. Blech.