Saturday, January 24, 2004


Got this from the net and it is soo funny!

It was the first day of school in Washington, DC and a new student named Dagohoy, the son of a Filipino immigrant, entered the fourth grade.

The teacher began, "Let's review some American history, class. Who said 'Give me liberty or give me death?'" She saw a sea of blank faces, except for Dagohoy's who had his hand up, "Patrick Henry, 1775." "Very good," said the teacher.

"Who said 'Government of the people, by the people,and for the people shall not perish from the earth'"? Again, no response except from Dagohoy: "Abraham Lincoln, Gettysburg, 1863," he said.

The teacher snaps at the class, "Class, you should be ashamed, Dagohoy who is new to our country knows more about our history than you do."

She hears a loud whisper from the back: "Screw the Filipinos." "Who said that?" she demanded. Dagohoy put his hand
up. "General John Pershing, Manila, 1896." At that point, Jack, another student says, "I'm going to puke."

The teacher glares and asks, "All right! Now who said that?" Again Dagohoy answers, "George Bush, Sr. to the Japanese Prime Minister during the state dinner, Tokyo, 1991."

Now furious another student yells, "Oh yeah? Suck this!!" Dagohoy jumps out of his chair waving his hand and shouts to the teacher at the top of his voice, "Bill Clinton to Monica Lewinsky, the Oval Office, 1997!!"

Someone shouts, "You little shit, if you say anything else, I'll kill you." Dagohoy yells, "Congressman Gary Condit to Chandra Levy, Washington, D.C., 2001!"

The teacher faints. "I'm outta here!" mutters one student as he sidles to the door. "President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo, Baguio City, December 30, 2002!!" Dagohoy responds.

As the class gathers around her on the floor, someone says, "Oh shit, now we're really in big trouble!"

"Saddam Hussein, on the Iraq invasion, Bhagdad, May 2003!" Dagohoy bellowed. "Now, I really have to run," Jack mutters, heading for the exit., "Gloria Macapagal Arroyo again, Pampanga, October 4, 2003!!!" Dagohoy shouts triumphantly jumping with glee.

Then a burly African-American boy grabbed Dagohoy and strangled him, about to give a fistful to the frightened Dagohoy.

Then an Asian boy stood up and shouted, "Hey easy on him. I'M A FILIPINO!" Dagohoy then blurted out before he got socked out, "Fernando Poe, Jr. Manila, January 2004!!!"

Wednesday, January 21, 2004


God! I miss Dumaguete!

My boss asked me to look for past news articles about the politics in Dumaguete and on the process, I opened two sites about Dumaguete, both offered numerous pictures of the city. I was going picture after picture realizing how beautiful the city is and how I miss it.

Rizal Boulevard

Who would not fall in love with this beautiful park just beside the sea? From afar you could see the Island of Cebu, the Enchanting Island of Fire popularly known as Siquijor. Who would not love walking along this boulevard with fresh breeze from the sea, watching the calm and sometimes turbulent Mindanao Sea? I still remember the time when the boulevard, at night, turns into one big party place (KK and Beth, remember that blue alcoholic beverage that made us all drunk, except Beth of course!. That woman has an alcohol tolerance of a tomador).

The Boulevard at Sunrise

Beautiful isn’t it? An early morning jog along the boulevard could turn into a wonderful experience.

photo by Michael Angelo Alano
courtesy of

This is another shot sunrise at the boulevard taken near the Silliman Hall. The Photo is the winning entry in a digital photo contest about Dumaguete. Michael Alano, the photographer has this interesting words to say, “Freezing Dumaguete moments is what I pay for my dwelling here in Dumaguete…and the hospitality it gave me is more than I can repay my whole lifetime.” Indeed, this is so true about Dumaguete. Interestingly, Michael is not from Dumaguete, he just visited his sister who was studying in Silliman and on his first visit, he was captivated by its charm. When he got married, he asked his new wife to pack their things and they moved to Dumaguete. Dumaguete was coined from the Cebuano word “Dagit” which means “to capture”. It is, indeed, very easy to be captivated by the charm of the city.

century Old Bell Tower

Talking about “dagit” this bell tower served as a watchtower during the Spanish Time when Moro Pirates have constantly raided the City and capture the beautiful ladies of the city.

Perdices Street

Oh those noise at Perdices Street, main business district of the City. I remember Jade and Brazil making fun about the lights at Cang's, Inc, the walks I took from the City Hall to my house in Tubod. Walking along Perdices Street means bumping into one or more good friends.

The Silliman Hall built in 1907

Of course a tour to Dumaguete would never complete without Silliman University, my alma mater. Silliman Hall is the oldest building in the campus. The building now houses the Silliman Museum and the building itself is a museum piece, a reminder of the American Stick-type Architecture (I hope I got the term right).

Luce Auditorium

The Cultural Center of the South. I conquered the stage of this 923 seater fully airconditioned theater a number of times, as Pharaoh and Rueben of Joseph the Dreamer, as winner of two Extemporaneous Speaking Contest and Best Debater, among others (Magyayabang ba? This is my site, so who cares?! Hehehehe). But more than conquering the stage, outside of the Luce were moments I could not forget. The times I spent at the lobby with my friends preparing for our projects/presentations, club meeting, chitchats, and sleeping in the lobby with Jade and Brazil because our dorms were locked. I also fell in love with a woman while sitting in lobby of this auditorium one night when we were waiting for her dormmates and she shared to me her life story, but that’s another story.


Now, this is the place that was a witness to my political aspirations. This is where I debated with my opponent when I ran as Vice President of the Student Government, organized an indignation rally against the French nuclear testing somewhere in the South Pacific and countless activities.

Residence of Dr. Absin

And yes! Who could ever miss the Cake House! The house of Dr. Absin and a sight to behold during the Christmas Season.

[All pictures, unless otherwise specified are from For more pictures of Dumaguete please visit the said sites.]

Monday, January 19, 2004

I am bored today, so I surf and I bump in into this [thanks to Jodeck]:

Sofi Fatale
You are Sofi Fatale, O-Ren Ishii's close friend and
lawyer. Before you became part of O-Ren's
posse, you were a training assassin under
Bill's instruction. Half Japanese and half
French, your beauty is amazing.

Which Kill Bill Volume 1 character are you?
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BY order of Her Majesty Queen Nada-O-Nil, I have placed my comments back.

Thanks to HaloScan, who absorbed the now defunct blogspeak, even my previous comments from blogspeak are still intact.

So what can I say? "Comment Me" Hehehehehehehe.

And yes, before I forget! Moralist out there are damn welcome into this page and to give their comments. But beware, I did not win Best Debater for nothing! Oh yes, be prepared, be very prepared!

Thursday, January 15, 2004

Funny High School Stories

If you don’t like this post (you suck! kidding), blame it on Ms. D, she made us write some of our funny high school stories for her entertainment and I have to bow down to the queen. So here are the stories back from high school.

I studied in a public school. No, no, it wasn’t that public school where the classrooms are crowded and there are too many students that some have to hold classes under the mango tree (literally!). Ours was a laboratory school of a State College. We were at most fifty in a class with two sections per year level. Because we belong to a state college, we have a much better facilities compared to the National High School (located at the other side of the fence) and the Catholic High School (just across the river).

My School

I don’t know if this is funny, but these two stories are the only events I can remember.

My math class when I was a freshman was scheduled at 1:30-2:30 in the afternoon just after our lunch break. If you live in a tropical country, like the Philippines, and having to study in an unairconditioned classroom (although it’s a bit cold in our place because it located thousand feet above sea level), that hour is an unholy hour. You are most likely to fall asleep and math class at that! To make matters worst, our teacher is one of the most boring ones.

So one day in my freshman math class, I wasn’t listening to my teacher. I was seated right beside the window and the view from the window is that National High School at the other side of the fence. Just parallel to our classroom is an unfinished building, but because there are plenty of students enrolled in that school (elementary and high school education are free if you are enrolled in a public school), they were forced to hold class in that unfinished building.

That school beside the fence

Like I said, I wasn’t listening to my teacher, instead I was looking at the students who were playing inside that unfinished building (obviously their teacher isn’t in yet). That classroom was on the ground floor but the height from the lower portion of the window to the ground is 6-10feet. Playing a joke with his classmates, one able-bodied male student lifted one of his male classmates and jokingly threatened to throw him off the window. But the joke, by accident, became true and that classmate fell.

But he didn’t fell immediately. There was of course the spectacle of him holding on to the neck of his classmate until that classmate couldn’t hold on to his weight. As this incident unfolds, I was shouting and laughing with my very loud booming voice.

There is no problem with that right? They really look funny. Trouble is, I was the only one watching while the rest of my classmates were trying to listen to our teacher. Imagine all of you were listening to a very boring math lecture then all of a sudden somebody was shouting, inside your classroom, and laughing.

Well the scene that followed was my teacher standing beside me and softly yet forcefully said, “if you have any problems, you can leave the classroom.” All eyes were on me and I could mutter the words, “I’m sorry.” As soon as my teacher moves back to the front, I saw my classmates trying to suppress their laughter.

Another story happened in my sophomore years. We had a character for a class adviser who made us sing “A House is not Home” for our Technology and Home Economics Class. This is also the year when my male classmates started to act naughty.

One morning as we entered our classroom, we were welcomed by a very pungent smell and saw some liquid splashed just below the door of our classroom. From the smell, obviously it was urine.

There used to be a door knob in our door, but some students before us might have destroyed that knob and so it was taken out and replaced with blot locks and padlocks. The hole where the knob used to be was never covered. Our adviser suspects that someone must have urinated a night before through that hole in the door. Since, for her, it would be impossible for our female classmates to actually urinate there, the suspect, of course, were us - - the boys.

So to ascertain who the culprit was, our class adviser made the 15 of us (there were only 15 boys in our class of 40) to stand one-by-one infront of the door and just and see if our crotch would be of the same level of that place where the knob used to be (such a clever idea! Right?). Alas, Choi, the tallest among us, was the only one whose crotch was aligned with that hole.

Yes, Choi was a bit naughty, but he was an “A” student and part of the upper five in our year level. He was our adviser’s favorite so obviously she could not pin him as the culprit. Well, that was the end of this investigation and even up to this day I still don’t who the culprit was (I need to bring this topic in our next reunion).

Wednesday, January 14, 2004


As you can see, I have been making few changes in my blog.

Lately, my comments page appear and disappear and it so frustrating since it's beyond my control. I really would want to hear from you and blogspeak is no longer dependable on the aspect. But Ian, master of the net, has discovered tag board. This, my friends, is much better than the comments from blogspeak.

On the upper right hand side of the page is my tag board. Please take time to leave a message for me, ok?

Monday, January 12, 2004


Day after day, new words are coined as a result of our experiences, of events that transpired or of people that made an impact. Some of these new words have been accepted as already part of our regular vocabulary while some are just acceptable to a group of people like the gay lingo.

I remember when I was still in College, Jade, Dennis and even Dinah have invented words which became part of the vocabulary of the Weekly Sillimanian staff and those people who were close to us. Words like “pleeshor” which came from the word pleasure. The two words do not exactly mean the same. “Pleeshor” refers to somebody who is good-looking and yummy. It could also mean to have fun (i.e. gimmick).

Of course, I wouldn’t be able to forget the word “Orocan”, a brand of plastic which was used to refer to people worst than an ordinary “plastic”. A “plastic” person of course is a two-faced person who would say something nice when in front of you, but would tell the opposite once your not around.

There is of course the word “To-Shin”. This is a computer game but was used to refer to a fight or to someone who is feisty.

Now, here are two new words that are internationally accepted. The reason why I am talking about this in my blog is because they mean something to me.

First word is “GROBANITES”. I know that you already knew the meaning of this word. In case you don’t, Grobanites refers to the millions of Josh Groban fans. Simply speaking, you're a grobanite if you are a fan of josh groban. And I happen to be one. In fact, if you notice I have added Josh Groban’s website as part of my links.

Do I need to say more.

Another new word is “METROSEXUAL”. New York Times defines this as “straight men who are willing to embrace their feminine side.” The Word Spy define it also as, "an urban male with a strong aesthetic sense who spends a great deal of time and money on his appearance and lifestyle."

The person the exemplifies this is this guy:

(for more pictures of this guy, i recommend this)

Yes, yes, yes, that is David Beckham, England’s soccer hero and husband of Posh Spice.

A metrosexual is not a gay guy, they are straight guys who love to shop, are updated in terms of fashion, and would go to salons for facial, spa, and other forms of beauty regimens.

Well, what can I say? In this world of commercialism, its high time the people in the fashion industry should also look into men more than the usual way they look at them. It would also mean that someday you won’t fear being ostracized as gay just because you are trying to be fashionable (to be gay, of course, is no reason to ridicule people, but that is another story).

To know if you are a Metrosexual, please answer this quiz. (Just in case you will ask, I scored 60%, but then again I am not really a metrosexual guy. If you don't know why, you are the most clueless person that I've ever met!)

Now, talking coining of words, here’s an interesting article entitled “From Lincoln to Lacson” written by Butch Dalisay in his column “Penman” at the Philippine Star last December 15.
Leave it to professional worrywarts like me to find a problem where none exists. I’ve been losing sleep lately over what adjective to employ for our next President, whoever he or she may turn out to be.

I don’t mean adjectives like "cutesy," "incompetent," "arrogant," or "bloodthirsty." (Now why would anyone think of such unkind words to describe our distinguished aspirants?) I mean the splendiferous and grandiloquent adjectives that historians make of the names of presidents and leaders who apparently contributed something memorable to the nation and to its vocabulary – words like "Lincolnesque" and "Churchillian" and "Kennedyesque."

Admittedly, we haven’t had much of a tradition in this area. "Quezonian" comes to mind, ideally in the lofty context of "the Quezonian quest for independence," but the word has simply come to mean "someone from Quezon Province," as the members of the Quezonian Club of Edmonton and the Quezonian Association of Macau should have no trouble acknowledging. (On the other hand, I’d have to opine that the old "Tayabense" – now applicable only to the denizens of Tayabas town – had more character to it.)

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We’d have to wonder if Raul Roco will leave a "Roconian" legacy behind (at least for flowery red shirts, a claim we can expect to be fiercely contested by believers in the Atienzan contribution to sartorial intemperance). In the same phonic neighborhood, there was that 7th-century BC politician Draco, who codified Athenian law into something so fair and yet also so severe that he lent his name to things no self-respecting trapo will consider, like draconian budget cuts.

Ah, and what of our albeit often absent and silent man of the hour, Fernando Poe Jr.? Here things get a little more complicated – linguistically, at least, if not politically and economically. The tradition in English adjective formation is that names ending in —OW or —AW sounds acquire a V, to wit: "Marlovian" for Christopher Marlowe and "Shavian" for George Bernard Shaw. (Roco and De Castro – whose camp followers might rightly be called De Castroites – get away with a short —OH in Pinoy pronunciation, as in "Vicky Toh.") This means that we can look forward (or not) to a Povian regime, in which will prominently figure certain Angaran and Enrilic notions, to be processed by FPJ’s spokesman into, uhm, Sottonic verses.

The most euphonically resonant moniker actually belongs to Sen. Panfilo Lacson, who has the good fortune of a surname that rhymes with Lincoln and who might therefore be expected to bequeath to us a grand Lacsonian tradition – whatever that may be, although a propensity for political bombast might be one of its elements. Ping should also influence a new generation of speechwriters and speechmakers with the niceties of Lacsonesque prose, such as "Alam ba ni Misis ‘toh!" – which, while decidedly short on the Latinate eloquence of the Gettysburg Address, has all the bite of a red ant trapped in that part of you where the sun never shines.
For the complete article, please see it here.

Friday, January 09, 2004


Today the Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King will open for regular showing in theaters in the Philippines.

But I won’t be lining in the theaters today. Much as I would like to be one of the first few who can watch this great masterpiece, I have to wait until Sunday. I failed to reserve early for my seat at any of the THX theaters in Ayala Center and the earliest booking that I’ve got is on Sunday.

However, still it wouldn’t be a great loss for me for tonight I choose to have my own taste of culture.

Yes, the Philippine Philharmonic Orchestra! I’ll be watching their concert tonight at the Tanghalan Nicanor Abelardo (Main Theater) of the Cultural Center of the Philippines and I have the good orchestra seat (Thanks to my boss! napapakinabangan din, hehehehehehe)

PPO will have a Concert for Two Pianos where they will perform Berloiz’s “Beatrice et Benedict (Overture), Gounod’s “Faust”, among others. The concert will features pianists Cristine Coyiuto and Raul Sunico.

Thursday, January 08, 2004


This woman has ambition written all over her face! Her reasons why she is running as Vice President of Fernando Poe, Jr. are nothing but a flimsy excuse. I would never vote for this woman!

Tuesday, January 06, 2004


I do not intend to be a film critic, but pardon me if my last two entries are about the films that I watched.

Since I was in no mood to watch any drama films, I chose Crying Ladies of Unitel Pictures and Bridal Shower of Seiko Films.

I did not regret over the choice that I made.

It gave me great joy watching those films. Overjoyed not only because they are comedy films, but also because I see hope in the Philippine Movie Industry. I always believe that if you have good script, a creative and “adventurous” director, good casts and a daring producer, you could make an intelligent film with an assurance of a good, if not great, box office result. The above-mentioned films are proof that it could actually be done.

Crying Ladies and Bridal Shower are comedy films, but they are not your typical Filipino slapstick comedy. You don’t need to see someone being slapped, boxed or make funny faces just to make people laugh. What you see are real people talking and somehow in their conversation and in their struggles with life you find yourself in their situation and so you laugh with them.

I watched Bridal Shower last January 1. I did not have any expectations about the film even if it is a work of Jeffery Jeturian who has done marvelous films before, I watch the film to be entertained and boy! I received more than the entertainment that I need. I was laughing from the beginning till the end of the movie, literally. This is the synopsis of the film from the Manila Times:
A COMEDY of manners about three women struggling to find the perfect mate in a world of imperfect men—that is the story behind Bridal Shower, the entry of Seiko Films to this year’s Metro Manila Film Festival (MMFF).

Directed by Jeffrey Jeturian whose last directorial project was 2001’s Tuhog, Bridal Shower stars Dina Bonnevie, Cherrie Pie Picache and Francine Prieto as the three female advertising executives on a quest to find their Mr. Right.

Tates (Dina Bonnevie) feels her biological clock ticking. She’s in love, but the man of her dreams is married, although his marriage is on the rocks. Because she knows time is running out, she offers to shoulder the cost of his annulment, in exchange for a promise that once it comes through, they will get married. She’s so desperate to get married that she hires a lawyer, bribes judges and spends all her time and money on getting the annulment for him, thinking that it is the way to get what she wants.

Katie (Cherrie Pie Picache) is overweight, plain-looking and suffering from a bad case of low self-esteem. Unable to land a man, she resorts to trying to find one on the Internet. When—her friend Sofia (Francine Prieto) announces that she is pregnant and contemplating marriage, Katie and Tates decide to throw her a bridal shower. Katie and her friends visit a gay bar to hire a macho dancer for Sofia’s shower.

Sofia (Francine Prieto) is the liberated one of the trio. One day, she finds herself pregnant. Because she has two boyfriends, she is not sure which one of them is the father. Thus, she must make an important decision does she choose the impoverished artist whom she loves, or does she go for the rich man who can provide security, but not love?

Also starring in the movie are Christian Vasquez, Rodel Velayo, Alfred Vargas (in his first lead role), and newcomers Juanicho Valentino and Douglas Robinson.

Bridal Shower was originally inspired by Francois Ozon’s Eight Women, a film about eight women who attend a bridal shower. However, after several revisions of the script written by Cris Martinez (with supervision by the award-winning Armando “Bing” Lao), it was decided that the story should focus instead on the three women and their quest to find the perfect man.

“It’s basically a comedy of manners with light dramatic touches,” explains Jeturian, director of the critically-acclaimed Tuhog and Pila Balde. “But beyond the humor, the narrative voice of the movie is equally important. Aside from being entertaining, it also has to be meaningful. I think we’ve achieved that in this movie. I expect it to pull some surprises during the awards night.”

Bridal Shower is a women film that men would also love. Yes, it is Seiko film and when it is from Seiko it must be bold. But bold because it dared to present the issue of sex to a Filipino audience and dared to discuss it openly. But if you expect to see women undressing in this film, you would be frustrated. Even Francine Prieto who was very daring in her last movie Liberated, did not show much flesh here (Actually, it was the men who showed more flesh).

Ruben Cruz. Jr. has this to say in his article at the Philippine Daily Inquirer last Sunday (please see link).

Crying Ladies is another comedy film from a Palanca Award Winning Script of Mark Meily who surprised everyone by winning the Best Director Award in the recently concluded MMFF.

Now, this is not your typical Sharon Cuneta formula movie and Edmund Sicam of the Philippine Star has this to say:
December 18, 2003 (The Philippine Star) By: Edmund L. Sicam

The 2003 Metro Manila Film Festival offers fantasy flicks with lots of special effects, moving dramas of epic proportions and big productions with a star-studded cast. Unitel Pictures’ Crying Ladies has none of these elements. Well, almost none. It does have a big-name star --- Sharon Cuneta --- but her co-stars, Hilda Koronel, Angel Aquino, Ricky Davao, Raymond Bagatsing, though highly regarded as actors, do not have the same drawing power as the Megastar.

I have a feeling, though, that this “small” film should pull a surprise or two at the box office and during the awards night.

The story is quite simple. Three women from the backstreets of Chinatown are hired to cry at a Chinese funeral. During their five-day stint, we are afforded glimpses of their ordinary lives that make us laugh, cry and cheer as they struggle to survive under trying circumstances.

Sharon plays Stella Mate, who’s trying to make both ends meet doing odd jobs so that she can get back her son from estranged husband Guido (Ricky Davao). Hilda plays Doray a.k.a Rhoda Rivera, whose only claim to fame is that she played a minor role in the movie Darna and the Giants starring Vilma Santos. She got stepped on by the giant. Now, she’s forcing her reluctant daughter to crash the world of show business. Angel is Choleng who does charity work for a religious foundation. Her weakness is that, she’s having an affair with her friend’s husband (Raymond Bagatsing).

The movie opens with Stella trying to get a job as a singer in Japan. This early, we are reminded that this is a Sharon Cuneta movie.

Unlike her previous movies, however, Sharon doesn’t land a recording contract and lead a comfortable life. She needs to get an NBI clearance which is not possible because she has spent time in jail for estafa.

In another scene, she reaches the finals of a Pera o Bayong-type contest where she could win a brand new car. Alas, it’s only a dream and she doesn’t even make it to the first 200 contestants allowed in the studio.

Stella, however, is a survivor so she always finds ways of earning some money. Once, she takes a bus in front of a factory where a strike is going on. She pretends she’s a labor leader and castigates the capitalists for oppressing the workers. Later, she asks the passengers for money to help the strikers. Another trick she uses is to avoid paying the jeepney fare by telling the driver that she took the wrong ride and gets off at her destination.

This is definitely not a formula Sharon movie where she shares kilig moments with her leading man (she doesn’t even have a leading man in this movie) or suffer at the hands of the contravida. This is not to say that she doesn’t suffer in the movie. Stella has to deal with poverty, separation from her son and even a fire that razes her humble abode. The movie, however, does not dwell on her problems but on how she copes with life’s adversities.

Sharon is not given a “dramatic” dialogue nor does she shed copious tears to get our sympathy. It is to the Megastar’s credit that she restrains herself even in the most gut-wrenching scene in the movie. Initially, we laugh at her travails and how she and her friends fake their tears at the wake. As we get to know Stella, however, our heart goes out to her as she fights the seemingly insurmountable odds.

Hilda, on the other hand, does the opposite. Her character is a caricature of a stage mother and someone who’s holding on to her past. She’s ecstatic when her old movie is aired on TV. She’s the most OA when the three do their stuff at the wake. It’s Hilda in a campy role that we do usually don’t associate with the star of Insiang.

Angel’s Doray os the weakest of the three. We’re not referring to her performance but to her character. Doray is a religious woman but she cannot resist temptations of the flesh. She confesses her sins to a priest, played by Johnny Delgado, then goes to bed with her friend’s husband the next day. Angel is able to project the contrast between her spiritual and sinful side without much gimmickry.

This the movie’s main asset. It is devoid of artificial elements. No one gets slapped or raped to the audience to cry. The actors don’t deliver the lines. They’re just characters talking to one another. There are no violins in the background to highlight dramatic moments.

What’s artificial are the tears the three shed at the wake for someone they don’t even know. They are contrasted with genuine tears shed by different characters in the movie: Sharon pining for her son, and Eric finally realizing how much he loves his deceased father. Moviegoers may find themselves shedding a tear or two after watching this movie. Not necessarily tears of sadness but also tears of joy as the main characters experience changes in their lives.

And yes, the movie has a happy ending. Sharon doesn’t become a successful singer but scores a minor triumph which we won’t reveal so we don’t spoil your enjoyment of the movie. Clue: she wins an acting award. We won’t be surprised if she wins another during the filmfest’s awards night. Hilda, Angel and Eric all experience joyful moments before the closing credits roll.

Congratulations are in order for first-time director Mark Meily, who also wrote the screenplay from his Palanca award-winning work and Unitel’s Tony Gloria for bankrolling this thoroughly enjoyable movie.