susme, buhay pa pala 'to

Inday at 9 years old:

NANAY: Anak, anu gusto mo maging paglaki mo?
INDAY: Oh my mom, I've got a plenty of dreams...

When I grow up, I wanna be famous,
I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies

When I grow up, I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars, I wanna have groupies

NANAY: Be careful what you wish for
'Cause you just might get it
You just might get it, You just might get it

in memory of...

Heaven...

San Pedro: Inday, bakit ka namatay?

Inday: Damn that envious boss of mine. If it wasn't for her, that bullet woudn't have damaged the blood vessels in my brain which caused severe hemorrhage, and brought me to a state of hypovolemic shock. Unfortunately, those incompetent doctors and nurses weren't able to help me so I had to face the wrath of death. So my body went thru algor, livor and rigor mortis.

San Pedro: (nosebleed)

(Inday sent back to earth.)


aba at sinisi pa si Mrs. Montemayor!