The Learning Curve of Jaime Urquijo
L-R: Jaime Urquijo, Justin Coveney and Kenny Stern at training camp.
Based on the empirical evidence it is safe to say that the universe likes Jaime Urquijo more than it likes you or me.
Jaime Urquijo is over six feet tall, with thick brown hair and brown eyes. He is broad of shoulder and muscular of build, as befits a member of the national rugby team, except that he has the face of a cherub in a nativity scene. If rugby union were not governed by a code of gentlemanly behavior, the opposing flanker might feel compelled to plant a boot on his face. (‘Take that, guy from Dawson’s Creek!’) He has a charming, unplaceable accent—British but not exactly, Spanish when he pronounces names, a bit of the American Midwest, a bit of New York.
He is a Zobel de Ayala, son of Bea Jr, grandson of Don Jaime, nephew of Jaime Augusto, cousin of Jaime Alfonso (You’d think the rich could spring for some new names). His path through life will likely be smoother than ours. What could possibly go wrong for this creature?
My column in the Philippine Star. By the way the captions got switched and this is the scrum.
Jaime is number 6, Jake Letts is the scrum-half.
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April 30th, 2011 at 22:25
“What could possibly go wrong for this creature?”
My brain overheated before it could come up with one. :( Without personally knowing him, one can only speculate. And speculating negative things about this guy feels like a great sin – it’s almost like wishing him ill, which translates to bitterness, which would make him all the more the better person. (Sobra na yan!) And how can one suspect of anything going wrong about Jaime Urquijo while staring at that angelic face? How?!
They so love the name “Jaime.” It’s like “Nick” for the Greek. So… if you shout “Jaime” in a Zobel de Ayala clan reunion, how many brainy, gorgeous head-turners would respond to that name? I wonder.
Btw, Jaime Urquijo also looks like he’s from the Irish boyband Westlife. (Wahaha! Now that sounds wrong.) Now, if I find out that he can also sing (in tune and with a good voice), I’mma cry drowning in my own bitterness.
April 30th, 2011 at 23:20
Naka-insert si kuya. Well-behaved talaga. Well, whether I tuck in my shirt or not, I am still one of the downtrodden.
May 1st, 2011 at 14:24
So… if you shout “Jaime” in a Zobel de Ayala clan reunion, how many brainy, gorgeous head-turners would respond to that name? I wonder.
bella_luna, let’s do that. For science.
May 1st, 2011 at 18:24
Mali. They do not shout. Everyone will just look at the rude gatecrasher.
May 1st, 2011 at 21:01
I’m placing the copy of the article at my cubicle. All the ladies and gays at the office will be at my beck and call, nyahahahaha!!!
Jaime, even if I work in Quezon City now, I left my heart in Makati (specifically at Greenbelt 5 – together with my bangaw shades, soft served ice creams and little black dress).
And look it here, we have something in common: our names don’t fit on social security forms! Cheers! LOL!
May 2nd, 2011 at 14:42
ouch! his knees..
May 3rd, 2011 at 16:13
everything about the rugby boys’ big.
May 6th, 2011 at 00:28
@hungrycurious: :) Also for science, we’ll find out how many times we can tumble and bounce from the gates once we’re forced out by the guards.
@jessicazafra: Oh right. Overheated brain didn’t realize that. (excuses…) :P Better to check the family tree to find out. If they keep one. Which could be a lot of work for the keeper – beginning with writing long names.
@julesmariano: however, it looks like Jaime Urquijo’s ego is inversely proportional to his stature.