Showing posts with label men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label men. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

The 'Men' In Her Life


How does a Judy Ann Santos love?

The answer is, just like everyone else.

On this late Tuesday afternoon, under the shade of a nearby tree, outside a café in Quezon City, the bride-to-be -- it is about eight weeks to the rumored date of her wedding to Ryan Agoncillo -- is trying to hold back the amusement in her voice as we look back on the loves of her life, onscreen and off. There are the leading men: Wowie de Guzman, the late Rico Yan, and Piolo Pascual. But we are more interested in the ones we don't know about. These are the ones she has never spoken of, until now.

Her first crush was a neighbor in Antipolo. He was the brother of her best friend. The guy was oblivious to how Judy Ann felt about him. They would play bahay-bahayan with the stocks from the family's supermarket in Tanay, Rizal after it closed down. She would take her little packets of flour and bottles of patis and soy sauce and pretend to be fixing a meal for him. It was her earlier version of a kilig moment.

When Judy Ann went to school at Mount Carmel College in Quezon City, she was just like other teenagers who had her little crushes and suitors. Unfortunately, the boys found it hard to get past Ate Binay, Judai's trusted yaya who was tasked to take care of her and her siblings Jeffrey and Jackie after Mommy Carol left for Canada to work. Ate Binay took her job so seriously that few guys had the courage to pursue Judy Ann. But Judy Ann was even more scared of her than the boys were. "Kasama ko si Ate Binay, hindi ako puwedeng magpaligaw," laughs Judy Ann. "Matindi ang takot ko kay Ate Binay. So ano lang mga naranasan ko, yung papadalhan ka ng love letters."

There were some lucky guys who earned Ate Binay's trust without even trying. Judy Ann mentions a "W" -- one who was an actor, and one who was not. The non-actor came first, but he wasn't Judy Ann's first love. We try to pry his name out of the recesses of Judy Ann's memory, but she giggles like a shy schoolgirl and says it was Ate Binay who had a crush on him! "Nung time kasi na 'yon, ang mga lalake lang na puwede lumapit sa akin ay kung sino lang 'yung bet niya [Ate Binay]. Si W na hindi actor, bet niya. Si W na actor, hindi masyado."

Then she adds, almost as an afterthought: "May M & M bet ako na hindi nila alam, at wala namang may alam noon maliban sa aming dalawa."

The talk starts to really flow now. The memories come in a rush, starting with her team-up with Wowie de Guzman. The two of them together were a force. They became the number-one loveteam of the mid to the late 90s, making a string of box-office hits that included Sana Naman, Kung Alam Mo Lang, Wow Multo, Mara Clara: The Movie, Esperanza: The Movie, Paano Ang Puso Ko, Muling Ibalik Ang Tamis Ng Pag-Ibig, Kasal-Kasalan Sakal-Sakalan and Dito Sa Puso Ko. Through all their projects together -- and even with other leading men who came after Wowie -- Judy Ann learned how to maintain a certain detachment. She would refuse to invest too much of herself and her emotions because she didn't trust herself to make the right judgments. There was one man that friends warned her against getting involved with, but Judy Ann didn't listen. Her friends turned out to be right in the end. "Binalaan talaga nila ako na 'Wag na, babaero 'yan.' Pero naging malambot lang ako, at gu-mive in. Tatanga-tanga din ako."

So she learned the tough way relationships go in showbiz. She began to doubt if long-term relationships were possible at all in the business. Perhaps, relationships were to be taken on a "per project basis"-- that once the movie or TV show was over, so was whatever bound them together. It was the bitter truth, despite how close she thought they were many of her relationships ended with the script. Wariness set in. Judy Ann would change her phone number after a project, just to make the moving-on process easier. This was before Ryan came into her life. She acquired a toughness that she adopted as part of her personality. "Hinahayaan ko lang, na 'yun nga, per project basis lang ito. Ine-enjoy ko na lang. Ayoko kasi masira ang trabaho ko. Nasanay na rin ako. Naging bato ako."

Her friends became so concerned over how these so-called 'relationships' were affecting Judy Ann that they tried to introduce her to different men. One set her up on a blind date. Judy Ann was very tired from taping, but she went along with the idea out of loyalty to her friends, taking two chaperones with her: designer Paul Cabral and makeup artist Juan Sarte. During the date, Judy Ann could barely keep her eyes open. She kept nodding off. Turns out that the guy was planning to run for a political position, and being seen with someone of Judy Ann's stature would do wonders for his campaign. That relationship quickly went nowhere.

In or out of showbiz, Judy Ann's problem when it comes to relationships is that she is more prone to trust and love then to distrust and detach. "Hanggang ngayon, di ko pa na-ma-master yung idea na don't trust too much. Ako kasi, kapag nagmahal ng tao, 110 percent ang trust na ibibigay ko. I don't know if it's a good attitude, pero ako ito, eh. Maraming beses na rin nasira ang tiwala ko sa tao, at nasaktan ako, pero paano mo malaman kung di mo susubukan, di ba? Minsan, kailangan mo din masaktan para matuto.

Taken from Starstudio magazine: Judy Ann Santos special issue

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Khakies and Dental Lasers


Khakies have become an essential part of good dressing. Whether the occasion calls for dressing up or dressing down, men have always turned to khaki for salvation. They seem to go well with everything.

Taken from The Star Life

Dental lasers have existed for about twenty-six years...Unlike scalpels, lasers seal off blood vessels as they cut, leaving behind a dry area for dentists to work in. This decreases the chance of transmitting germs.

Taken from The Philippine Star

Sunday, December 27, 2009

How Men React to a Pretty Girl

  • The American lifts his eyebrows.

  • The Italian presses his forefinger into his cheek and rotates it.

  • The Greek strokes his cheek.

  • The Brazilian puts an imaginary telescope to his eye

  • The Frenchman kisses his fingertips.

  • The Arab grasps his beard.

... But the Asian continues to look inscrutable.

Taken from the Executive Digest

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

2,000 METERS to VICTORY


By David Campbell

"Don't worry about the other boats," our coach said. "Just row this one as hard and fast as I know you can."

The big day. "This is it men, this is the race we've been shooting at for three years.

"Just remember what I told you: 2,000 meters is a long race, and the last 500 meters will be won in your head and in your heart. Now let's get out there and row."

We knew if we won this race we would go on the Princess Elizabeth Cup in England. We also knew that the competition was strong, especially the teams from British Columbia and from a local high school. It would be a tough race.

We hefted the boat onto the dock and into the water.

A man who lived sportsmanship

My rowing coach from 1966 to 1968, in my high school days, was the best example of true sportsmanship I have ever had the privilege to see. His name was Neil Campbell.

Neil Campbell never lectured us about sportsmanship, he lived it. He coached a novice team of oarsmen into National Champs in three seasons. Along the way he taught us true sportsmanship and he taught us to be men.

Despite being the lead oarsman, or "stroke," of the Canadian Olympic Rowing Team in 1964, he was a humble man. He'd say, "If you lose, say nothing. If you win, say less." That set the tone. If we bragged or showed off after a win he would chew us out.

He worked us hard. Training began in January, as soon as we came back to school from winter break. He had us run five miles before breakfast. After school we lifted weights and did calisthenics in an unheated building on the edge of campus.

Everything he told us to do, he did--and then some. Once he thought we were getting a little too full of schoolboy bravado, so he challenged us all to a push-up contest. He was about 35 years old at the time.

We all pumped away until only our stroke, Neil and I were left. Moore Newell, our stroke, and I collapsed together at 112. Neil went on to 125!

Rowing in the eight-man shells could not start until early April when the ice was off the river. Even then, it was bitterly cold with an icy wind blowing in off Lake Erie.

Neil would be in an aluminum boat alongside us, freezing and shouting correction and encouragement through a megaphone.

He wouldn't let us get too proud. If we thought we were rowing well because we had just overpowered another team, he would arrange to have the local men's team, who were the Canadian Olympic Team, race against us. They would beat us by five lengths going away. It hurt, but it made us row better. Neil made us dig deeper daily.

The day finally came for the big race, the Canadian National Schoolboy Championships. We remembered him telling us to stay loose; to dismiss the crowds, bands, television, parents and girl friends from our minds. He wanted us to think rowing and nothing else.

Stay loose and row tough

He called us together in the boat house. "Men [it was never 'boys'], you've been taught everything I know about this sport [not, 'I've taught you everything there is to know']. I've seen you get better for three years. I know you can win this race. Don't worry about the other boats. Just row this one as hard and fast as I know you can."

He never lectured us on sportsmanship--he lived it. He made us dig deeper every day.

He gave us some last-minute encouragement as we rowed slowly down toward the starting gate.This was it. The wind was on the beam (a crosswind), which would make it hard to steer and keep the boat level.

"Think over the race in your mind," I could hear Neil saying. "Stay loose and row tough."

We approached the starting gate, and began to turn the racing shell around. Moore Newell pulled out a banana he had brought on board. He calmly peeled it down a bit, took a bite and handed it back to the number seven man. He took a bite and handed it to me. I nibbled and handed it back. The banana went all the way down the boat, much to the distraction of the other boats lined up in the gate. We laughed. We were ready.

The gun fired. We exploded out of the gate and poured the power on. We hit the catch with all we had and bent the shaft to follow through.

It was close. The team from British Columbia was beside us to the 1,500 meter mark. Now our strategy was to sprint home--to take it up to 42 strokes a minute.

We hit 42 and they hit 42. It was still close.

But our 42 was faster than their 42. We broke their hearts by gaining about a foot each stroke.

Finally our conditioning paid off. We won going away. What Neil had said about the last 500 meters was true. Several of us (including me), leaned over the side and threw up. We had nothing left. We had set a course record and we were going to England!

The next day Neil had us out rowing again. When we got to the rowing club, the Olympic team was waiting for us. They beat us by a lot, of course. But it brought Neil's lesson home:

"If you lose, say nothing. If you win, say less."

Taken from Youth 90 magazine