Lea’s eyes are rolling. Your argument is invalid.
Written by Lea Salonga
Thursday, 13 January 2011 23:30
Original post from: leasalonga.com
Just a few sound bites that may inform you of how and why I turned out the way I did:
- Me to my Dad: “I got a 97 on my test!” Dad to me: “Why didn’t you get 100?” I shot this right back at him when, at perusing his college yearbook, he said, “I graduated 3rd in my class…” “Dad, why weren’t you #1?”
- Director to a 9-year-old me at the note session at the end of rehearsals: “YOU ARE A BULOK ACTRESS!!!” said in front of the whole cast. If anything, it was a test of my character, and my mom’s who had to endure all of that along with me. A few other mothers pulled their kids out of the same show at the time, opting to not stomach what they saw as vitriol and abuse. Truth be told, I wouldn’t hesitate to say the same thing to the 9-year-old me; I really WAS kinda bulok (read: auto-pilot) at the time. I did get better though.
- Mom to me: “If you don’t finish your homework, I am not taking you to rehearsals.” I LOVED rehearsals! That was more than a valid threat. I eventually started bringing homework to rehearsals, enlisting the aid of many of the adult actors around me.
- Mom to an adult me: “If you were ‘normal,’ I would allow you to go out on your own/date openly/go to the movies with your friends.” I kind of resented my brother a little bit at the time because he, being the rebel that he was, defied my mother and grabbed the opportunities at independence far earlier than I did. A guy that I dated at the time strongly encouraged that I start to take the bull by the horns. I did begin to, in my own way, carve out an existence for myself that didn’t involve her: I had boyfriends, snuck out, and to top it off, returned to my New York apartment alone after an overseas engagement, packed up all her things in several Balikbayan boxes and sent them home. Yes, it hurt her, but this was something I needed to do, in order for me to figure out who I was, alone. So now when I hear of other celebrities that are going through a similar experience, i.e., being guarded man to man by their parents, I fear (and even hope) that they come to realization that sometimes, to have a life of your own, you have to fight for it.
- Golden retriever to a 9-year-old me: “ROWRF!!!” With that bark, his teeth came into contact with my face, near my eye. I remember some Spanish cologne on Kleenex being placed on my face in a attempt to clean the wound (it did make it smell better). I remember laying down in fear in my mother’s car on the way to another rehearsal, where the replacement dog — a trained German shepherd named Jabbar — would have his first day. I was very nervous, but after time and training with me, I learned to handle him. And even fell in love with him.
In Honolulu, backstage at Les Miz. Beside me is my Fantine, Lisa Capps, with whom I worked on Miss Saigon Manila. (via Lea Salonga)
IT’S BEEN a relatively quiet 2011 as far as gigs are concerned. My next big concert won’t be until Valentine’s Day, when I’ll be in the beautiful city of Bangkok (at the Queen Sirikit Convention Center, performing with Gerard Salonga and the Bangkok Symphony Orchestra), so I’ve been busying myself with other stuff.
Being a stay-at-home mommy has been wonderful, in that I’ve been able to pick my daughter up from school everyday (Daddy does the drop-offs). I also tend to matters of the house (a cracked tile here, a possible new paint job there). I likewise saw this time as an opportunity to return to a place from which I’ve absented myself for about a year, a place that I knew I had to revisit soon: The gym.
My husband has probably been the gym’s most makulit proponent, giving me not-so-subtle hints that I should get some exercise. He’d say, “Even 30 minutes of movement everyday is great for one’s health,” and, “Your singing is better when you work out.” I am someone who hates being told what to do (my rising sign of Taurus is probably responsible for that), so this was something I needed to arrive at on my own. Since I knew that I had a bit of time before my next trip, I decided to do it.
Hitting the gym
It starts with the first step. I was a bit hesitant to return to the gym, as I knew I was most certainly out of shape and would be starting from the very bottom. After making sure my gym membership was renewed (I hadn’t been back in so long, my membership expired without my knowing it), I gathered my stuff—heavy duty padlock, water bottle, workout gloves, extra T-shirt and a couple of medium-sized towels—and put them in my trusty gym bag. My trainer and I exchanged many text messages to set a training time for my first session.
Once I arrived at my appointed time, the first thing my trainer wanted to do was to take my measurements. I could swear my self-esteem crawled to the ladies’ room and hid in a locker.
After she put her tape measure down, she told me I had gained an inch everywhere—except my waist. I gained three inches there. Ouch. She then hied me to the treadmill and told me to get warmed up. I spent 15 minutes alternating a brisk walk and a slow run, while watching the Australian Open Tennis Tournament on TV.
After that, it was off to the machines. I thought I did okay with certain exercises, but got killed when it came time to work my lower body. My abs were weak, my glutes were jellied, my legs a pile of mush.
Although I was tired, I felt pretty good still when I got home, and even played Dance Central for Kinect for a decent chunk of time. However, as the night wore on and I got closer to sleep, I realized that I would be in for a mother lode of pain.
Oh, the next day, I felt like a meat tenderizer had hammered away at my entire body. I had the hardest time walking, bending down, turning, raising my arms. I had a podcast guest appearance that night (“Good Times with Mo,” starring Mo Twister, available on iTunes); fortunately I didn’t have to leave my house.
I returned to the gym a few days later for another workout, and I think I did better. My flexibility during the post-workout stretching session has improved, and I’m able to get around. I can’t wait to see its effect on my singing when the gig schedule gets all busy again.
So, what finally got me motivated again, besides my husband being seriously makulit?
Huff, puff, sweat
Perhaps seeing the ads in the papers for numerous slimming centers was one thing. I saw the results (stunning, if I may say so) that one particular celebrity is currently enjoying. I’ll be honest, I’m curious about all those slimming places, but I’ve never actually walked through the door to ask about their services. Perhaps I’m just one of those people who would much rather masochistically huff, puff and sweat working out than lie on a table hooked up to a machine that did all the work for me.
I can’t say for certain that I will never walk through the door of one of these places. I just might make that choice a few years down the road. But for now, I’ll choose working out in the gym. I’ve grown familiar to the faces of the trainers, the layout of the treadmills and the bright sun streaming through the picture glass windows. I like watching the over-60 set sweating it out with the twenty-somethings a few feet away. Ever the great equalizer, the celebs and hoi polloi grunt and moan with every leg lift and bicep curl, as does every average Joe Schmoe that comes in here, tuning out the world with those ubiquitous white earbuds. The familiarity is comforting, as is the sound of my trainer’s voice, calmly telling me how many more reps I need to do.
As I leave these hallowed halls, I spy a large tarp right by the exit doors: It’s the picture of a colleague and friend showing off his 6-pack abs, holding a dumbbell behind his head. Seeing the results of his hard work immortalized in that photo is an inspiring sight, and one that’s sure to keep me coming back. Thanks, buddy, you know who you are.
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I’ve met Lea a couple of times. It’s always a great pleasure just to be in her presence. She’s one lovely, lovely woman! You’re so lucky to have seen her as Fantine!
Celebrate the hit musical in high-def style this February!
In an early announcement to retailers, Universal Studios has just revealed ‘Les Miserables: The 25th Anniversary Concert’ for a home video release on February 22, 2011.
Experience the event of a lifetime with this spectacular 25th anniversary celebration of one of the most popular musicals ever written, Les Misérables. Honoring 25 years of this incredible show, this momentous film captures the excitement of two magnificent sold-out performances that were watched live around the world. With a phenomenal all-star cast, including pop star Nick Jonas (Jonas Brothers), Tony® Award winner Lea Salonga (the voice of Disney’s Mulan and Princess Jasmine), and over 500 additional artists and musicians, revel in the songs of the unforgettable characters as they struggle for redemption and revolution.
The Blu-ray will feature 1080p video, a DTS-HD Master Audio 5.1 soundtrack, and no supplements have been revealed so far.
The video is now up! Click link above to watch. For audio podcast, click here.
GTWM 8: January 21, 2011 - Lea Salonga
Posted: Fri, 21 Jan 2011 22:30:00 +0800
Good Times with Mo Podcast Episode 8- Lea Salonga is a national treasure –and she hangs out in her jammies (via Skype) with Mo and Dr. Gan to talk about her life as an international superstar, balancing family and work, and her other hidden talent – gaming! The trio jumps in to take callers’ questions on love, sex, and relationships – they gave advice to a 29-yr old guy on how to handle sex with his pregnant and horny wife (and no, he’s not gonna poke the baby during sex.) They also gave a 31-yr old woman tips on how to perform the “girl on top position”, and the benefits she can get out of it (a workout for her abs and glutes!) And finally, a 24-yr old girl called in because her ass of a boyfriend (as Lea mildy put it) broke up with her because she wouldn’t have sex with him. Mo awarded her with call of the night, so at least she’ll have something to hang her hat on. Also on the show: Dr. Gan proudly talks about how he proposed to his wife in a stairwell at med school. Lea surprises Mo and Dr. Gan (and the entire country) with her gaming chops, so much so that Mo invites Lea to throw away her Tony Award, give up Broadway, and host a gaming show on the Battle Axe network. All that and more in this episode from the world-famous Podcast, Good Times with Mo. Follow Lea Salonga (@MsLeaSalonga) & the podcast (@GTWMPodcast) on Twitter. And visit our Facebook page at facebook.com/GoodTimesWithMo.
Screencaps of Lea Salonga on webcam looking extremely gorgeous without any make-up on. The podcast was awesome!!!
Good Times with Mo Podcast has already started! Tonight’s guest is Lea Salonga! Click this link to watch live streaming.
Note: Conversations revolve around sex. So kids… stay out. lol