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Jennifer Lynn Lopez, popularly known as J.Lo, is an hollywood actress, singer, songwriter and Top celebrity. Lopez was born and grew up in the South Bronx, New york.Lopez's parents, Guadalupe Rodríguez was a kindergarten teacher and David Lopez,was a computer specialist. She has had relationships with Ojani Noa, Cris Judd, Sean Combs, Ben Affleck, and most recently, Marc Anthony, with whom she is expecting her first child.

On February 14, 2007, Lopez received the Artists for Amnesty International award "in recognition of her work as producer and star of Bordertown, a film exposing the ongoing murders of hundreds of women in the border city of Juárez, Mexico ".She the most influential Hispanic entertainer in America according to People en Español's list of "100 Most Influential Hispanics" and according to Forbes Jennifer Lopez is the richest Latin American in Hollywood.

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Just in from Vicky about robbs celebrities gail porter:
Here you can find everything you need to know about the Knightley, view pictures, and meet new people on the forums. She is being pumped up the ass and this continues until he blows a huge load in her face! She puts his dick so far down her throat as she can. She was stripping down and rubbing on her wet pussy. Katelyn is gifted. This girl has skills. Katelyn and Ella like to keep it all in her mouth.
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Weve got CAA exec Kevin Huvane to thank for this gift to the world.  According to eyewitnesses: “Kevin was outraged at her sense of entitlement, and he was adamant that she be removed,” says the snitch. “He was storming around, yelling ‘Who let her in? She is not invited, and somebody had better get her out of here immediately!’”  As soon as Paris found out they wanted to kick her out, she didnt leave like anyone with real class would.  Like a leech, she wanted to stay and suck the celeb limelight from all the real stars and so she holed up in the bathroom for a good 15 minutes before security personnel and event organizers threw her out .  (They used that time to make sure their hazmat suits were sealed tight.)  Afterwards, David Maisel, whos head of Marvel Studios was seen begging for forgiveness from Huvane for bringing Paris to the party.  Youd better apologize, boy!  You seem to have forgotten what Peter Parker said in one of your movies With great power comes great responsibility.
But its the CAA whos got the real power here.  Its nice to see Paris getting screwed by the REAL powers-that-be.  You think shes learned her lesson, though?  Me, Im wondering what Academy Awards after party shell try to crash!  AVN Awards parties are where she really belongs though, as every one whos seen her amateur sex video knows.  Go on, click on this link to it.  Its a reminder of why shes famous and why real Hollywood rocks, at least for this week.

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Overdressed Underclassed, which with each installment will dissect a different aspect of celebrity fashion with the enthusiasm and exactitude of a taxidermist suffering from the second clinical phase of rabies (caution: We have reached the contagious stage).

Perhaps it's the prospect of facing the rest of a remarkably long, brutally cold winter and yet another tacktastic awards season; alternatively, a totally unexpected wave of good vibes is washing over me from the political changes in the air. Either way, instead of the nip of bitter grog I generally crave to counteract the effects celebrity fashion has on my parietal lobe, I'm in the mood for something more nourishing, gratifying and sustaining to get me through the inevitable nip slips, butt cleavage and exhausting razzle dazzle the Oscars and the Grammys will inevitably lay at my feet.

So in celebration of celebrities who could (and can) dress themselves, here's a round-up of the vampiest, sassiest, stylishist femme icons who have ever scaled the screen.

8. Mary Tyler Moore
The style she brought to the role of working girl Mary Richards in the '70s, both on and offstage, helped make every career gal feel a little bit freer to balance her limitless ambition with her still-potent urge to primp. She made it okay, even sexy, to want to beat down the door to the boy's club at work with a polite smile without breaking a sweat in her sassy separates, vintage hats and quirky peacoats. No other female worker bee, no matter how beloved (not even Carrie Bradshaw or Peggy Olson) will ever give me the same kind of post-feminist, unconflicted case of warm fuzzies. That's right folks. She can turn the world on with her smile... take a nothin' day and make it all worthwhile! Sorry.

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- Cool Hunting and Trend Hunting isn’t the search for what’s popular. It is the search for what’s NOT popular – yet. In fact, cool hunters and industry professionals typically refer to cool as the NEXT big thing. Once trends becomes mainstream, the novelty and appeal is lost. As a result, you must seek inspiration from the fringe. This means exposing yourself to the extremes of luxury, bizarre and excess. By construct, this means micro-trends have a lower probability of becoming mainstream. However, the purpose is to build a composite of trends for inspiration.

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My site has been bombarded with cruel and unnecessary remarks about race and I can’t sit back and keep my mouth shut any longer.
I personally am shocked that in this day and age people are still so judgmental and racist — it blows my mind! I was raised to believe that all people are created and viewed as equals and never judged by something as meaningless as the color of their skin! I guess I am blessed to have parents that didn’t brainwash me and cloud my thoughts with their petty views.
I was raised to judge a person by their spirit and heart. I base my opinions of people by how they treat me and others. Point blank! How does one person’s color,… …weight, height, language define who they are? It is sad that people are so mean and so willing to promote their ridiculous views! It’s almost like they think it’s cool to be racist and prejudiced.
Leaving comments like that are just wrong! I love all my fans, I really do! And I love when you guys defend your opinions but I can only read so much foolishness before I feel I have to say something. I hate erasing comments that you guys post because I want you all to feel like your voices are valid but some comments are so brutally heartless that I have to get rid of them. I feel like I am playing a game that I can never win — if I hung out solely with my own race then I myself would be considered racist and someone would comment on that issue. If I have friends of all different races, then what? Is that unacceptable too? I have friends of all different races and ethnicities and I am blessed to be exposed to so many different cultures — I wouldn’t change it for the world.
If I want to date a man that treats me great, then I will! I don’t care what color his skin is as long as I am treated and loved the way I want. If I want to be friends with someone who is loyal and lives up to my expectations of a friend, then I will! I don’t care what she looks like. People, we have so many other things in this world to focus on. Get a life! And if you don’t like who my friends are or if you don’t like who I am dating then get off my website! It’s that simple.

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Published: 2009-01-17 00:00:01

Snorkelling on the Great Barrier Reef is a revelation: one inch below the surface there swirls another world, one of towering coral castles and forests, gardens of giant clams poised to slam shut as you swim above, and outrageous fish so abundant as to marvel the imagination. Sticky tropics join on to the reef; the islands' emerald peaks meet slithers of pure silica beach before plunging into the teeming turquoise shoals and then off the continental shelf's black edge. Come 1 July, one lucky job applicant will call all this the office.
An advertisement in the press around the world this week has offered the best job in the world. Based on Hamilton Island in the Whitsundays, the successful applicant will be paid A$150,000 (68,000) by Queensland tourism bosses to gallivant about the Great Barrier Reef's little-known islands for six months. The requirements: a thirst for adventure and fortnightly blog updates. One million people clicked to check out the vacant situation in the first four days.
Purely in the interests of research, I jetted to Cairns to begin an island-hopping odyssey along the 1,300 miles of the Reef.
Much of Australia has been genetically honed over hundreds of thousands of years to kill you: the crocs and toothy aquatic types, the funnel-web spiders, various venomous slitherers, Irukandji jellyfish stingers (no known antidote) and the fat heat of the bush. But for a place seemingly geared to exterminating human life, I have rarely felt so alive. Many of the
1.9 million tourists who visit the Reef each year do so on large boats from Cairns, Port Douglas or Airlie Beach, bypassing the 600 islands dotted in between. But from my first daunting scuba dive, right through to hurtling around on a jetski at 45mph, these archipelagos, coral cays, atolls and former mountain tops meant taking a dip into your soul.
My first marooning was on Green Island. Coconut trees were planted here in 1889 to sustain the many shipwrecked sailors who washed up. Holidaymakers have been coming since the late 19th century, when it was inhabited by George Lawson, a one-armed farmer of the black, slug-like bche-de-mer, a Chinese delicacy better known as the sea cucumber and notable for breathing through its anus and ejecting its internal organs when threatened.
A postcard from Green Island dating from 120 years ago and reproduced on a boardwalk noticeboard reads: Armed with rifles, fowling pieces, 16 jars of whisky, 20 charges of dynamite and a bottle of brandy for snake bites, we set up camp. The gentlemen then got smashed and set about blowing the fish to smithereens. On my first night, the only difference was that I'd forgotten the explosives and had to settle for jumping clothed in the pool.
As I sat on the beach in the evening, watching the sun slide down the dusky sky, a dorsal fin knifed the surface seven metres out: a reef shark scoping the shallows. It was joined by another, preparing to hunt. We raced shin-high into the surf for a closer glimpse. The water foamed as four sharks climbed over one another, chasing the scraps of an ex-fish.
Green Island, named by Lieutenant James Cook after the Endeavour's astronomer Charles Green, is just 700 yards long and 330 yards wide, and thus sometimes overrun by heaving boatloads of family daytrippers. Come 4.30pm, though, they depart on the last service to Cairns, affording this National Park idyll the tranquillity it deserves. A maximum of 90 guests are permitted to stay the night on the island. Resort staff lead them on ghost crab walks, underwater observatory viewings and star gazing. Residents then reconvene at the pool bar. What you need, dear, is half a tomato to rub over that sunburn, to draw out the heat, insisted Virginia, a fiery Buddhist pensioner from Sydney on holiday with her son. There followed a perfunctory discussion about the outbreak of Dengue fever up the coast. I awoke at five the next morning with a sense of impending doom. Angst turned to relief when it turned out to be a hangover and not the signature symptom of Irukandji syndrome or Dengue.
Six hours later I found myself atop a bobbing pontoon in the Pacific Ocean at Norman Reef, struggling to stand up for the first time wearing scuba diving kit. You are about to commit an unnatural act, chuckled instructor Robert Stanley, a sergeant-major character with 20 years' experience, who in just half an hour had (we hoped) taught us the vital skills, such as changing our respirators and masks underwater. I thought of Australia's former prime minister, Harold Holt, who in 1967 walked into the ocean and never came back. Melbourne has a memorial to him: a municipal swimming pool.
Despite being strong in the water, I had three neuroses about diving: agoraphobia about the vast open expanses, claustrophobia about poor visibility, and acrophobia, fear of the drops. Yet when we descended that line down into the Pacific, I was so busy remembering to breathe normally and to equalise the pressure in my ears by pinching my nose and blowing, that the anxieties drifted away. Exhaling sent you sinking, whilea big draw of air lifted you clear of obstacles.
An amicable orange-and-blue Maori wrasse, a big old boy with velvet skin, pursued me for 30 minutes, observing. The hazy shadow of a black-tip reef shark slunk frighteningly below as a blizzard of angelfish, seabats, spangled emperors and pink anemone fish dined on coral morsels. A pointy-toothed neon coral trout mouthed obscenities when we disturbed him by sitting on the bottom, eight metres down, to watch rays skulk and reef life pass overhead. A bobbly pineapple sea cucumber tried to cling on to me when the divemaster handed it over.
And then it was finished. The air pressure gauge neared red, we began ascending slowly. Five metres beneath the surface, Robert applauded me. Absolute exhilaration. The ship's horn let rip three long screams to hurry remaining snorkellers out of the water (the Reef was, after all, the location where two divers were inadvertently left to die in 1998, and used as the basis for the film Open Water). With one final peep, I headed for the next, and undoubtedly most spectacular, leg of our voyage: Lizard Island.
Situated at the northern tip of the Great Barrier Reef, 28km from Cape Flattery, this pristine wilderness is interrupted only by the all-inclusive five-star Lizard Island Resort, an extraordinary outpost of high civilisation which, for around 800 per couple per night, offers a lodge bar, hilltop restaurant, subtle luxury villa, beach club and even a pillow menu for the discerning sleeper. Celebrities are common; Kate Hudson has named it her most romantic place in the world.
Secluded from the rest of humanity there's no mobile phone signal and no locks on the doors Lizard is 22km away from the Reef proper. There's world-renowned diving at the Cod Hole and Pixie Pinnacle, and Lizard has sublime coral snorkelling just by wading directly off any of its 24 secluded beaches. Marine scientists flock there to watch the one crazy night every year when all the coral polyps spawn together in a dazzling collective gushing of sperm and egg.
I went to snorkel in the Blue Lagoon off deserted Loomis Beach. You can expect to see two four-metre nurse sharks, said accommodation manager Simon Della-Santa. They're just like big pigs. There were also two curious 300kg groupers: All you will see of them is an enormous black shadow and the flap of a huge tail. It will scare the life out of you but they won't hurt you. We swam with dozens of gorgeous, iridescent parrotfish who flapped their fins like wings, white beaks loudly crunching into hard coral like someone eating cereal with their mouth open. Turtles poked their necks above the surface to gulp air before retreating to the seabed.
There are so few guests on Lizard never more than 80, and there are 80 staff, including 10 chefs that you have the freedom, weather permitting, to charter an array of watercraft and take yourself off for the day to a private cove. Jiigurru, as Lizard was known by its aboriginal former occupants, was renamed by Cook for the thousands of metre-long Gould's monitors that claw up the island. The British naval officer landed there on 12 August 1770 the first non-indigenous man to set foot and immediately climbed its highest point with his wealthy botanist, Joseph Banks, in search of a route out of the treacherous coral maze upon which they had foundered.
I retraced those steps up to Cook's Look, a truly great bushwalk. Having abandoned my first attempt in battering afternoon humidity heeding the warning about an Italian girl who got stuck up there one night and came down the next morning wild-eyed and shrieking I woke at 5.20am for the gruelling trek to 359 metres above sea level. On the way, I passed the only cheap way to stay on Lizard, the campsite at Watson's Bay named after the bche-de-mer farmer whose wife, baby son and Chinese manservant died in 1881 after fleeing aboriginal attackers in a bathtub.
The real climb soon began, scaling vast 10-metre stretches of granite set at 60 degrees. The shirt came off. A thick day in the tropics was on its way. I notched up a semi-respectable one hour and five minutes to the top, glugging litres of water. Just when I was 30 seconds from reaching the vantage point, the aboriginal gods sent a thick fog to sit on the peak. Visibility dropped to near-nil. Gutted, I sat in the eerie swirling mists. After 45 minutes the clouds set off west to punish the mainland, and in every direction below there lay a confusion of coral. How Cook successfully plotted his escape remains remarkable.
The rain started plump, tropical drops that quickly became heavy sheets. I gave the aboriginal rock art a miss on the way down because it's not very good, apparently, and is fiercely guarded by green ants. The granite became treacherously slippy, almost aquaplaning me off an edge, and on reaching the bottom I found the deluge had caused me to make that classic amateur coast-walker's mistake: getting cut off by the tide. This time it was a freak king tide, the highest since 1997. It necessitated wading through waist-high surf from the rocks to the beach, then dipping through the edge of a bubbling primordial mangrove swamp unwise, given the sometime residents.
All too soon, a 10-seat Cessna awaited us. We took off and ouru o pilot dipped one wing, doing three triumphant loops of Lizard. It's my last flight for this company, he grinned. What are they going to do? Sack me?
We flew south to Hamilton Island, home to the best job in the world. Hamilton is a shock to many visitors, albeit a welcome one. It boasts a large airstrip, a 21-storey hotel nestled in a bay, shops, a conference centre, wedding planner, six-star resort, bustling marina and, later this year, a new yacht club and links golf course. Cars are banned; all transport is by golf buggy.
Hamilton is less exclusive and tranquil than other Reef islands, but there are many more activities, all for a price: catamaran sailing, dinghy hire, jetski tours, a powerboat trip (30 minutes of delirious, soaking fun as the pilot pulls 270-degree turns and 50mph emergency stops), parasailing, quad biking, wind surfing, go-karting, a gun range, wirefly, snorkel safari, sea kayaking and kitsch breakfast with koalas. The petrol watersports haven't caught up with carbon offsetting yet. The island's eastern side offers unscathed bushland for walking. Humpback whales migrate through the Whitsundays between July and September, using its warm waters for calving and nursing. You can watch from a hammock on Catseye Beach.
Culture on the Reef's islands means an outdoors way of life, sleeping in open buildings and dining on fresh food beneath the sky; travelling to work by boat or sandal; a low-crime society; and a climate that promises physical vigour and good looks. The islanders' cheerful, welcoming demeanour is hardly surprising.
Queensland has recovered from two centuries of English cooking, and the food is consistently decent. At Romano's trattoria on Hamilton, a baby possum played beneath our table, tickling diners' feet. The one culinary disappointment was a mains dish of emu, in Cairns. It's a bit like beef but much richer, promised the waitress. All I can say is that the uniquely bland fritter tasted like both Rod Hull and Emu had been fed through the mincer, fighting, then mixed with a packet of pub nuts.
One of the last things we did on Hamilton was take a seaplane flight over the Whitsundays and out around Heart Reef. That hour was profoundly moving: the dazzling, ancient coral expanses promising so much life beneath the ocean surface; the humans on their tiny boats, battling the elements.
All of this and more awaits the successful job applicant, but it's me who has the best job in the world! laughed John Canterbury, a goateed jetski instructor in his 40s who lives in a one-bed container on Hamilton. Basically I'm a nomad, I travel around Australia... I pay A$107 (50) a week to live on Hamilton Island. I've seen a whale in the bay, a pod of dolphins.
The hidden side of such dreamy existence, though, can be the isolation some islanders feel. I'll be 40 in three years, I probably won't get married, said one island employee, explaining that his girlfriend had moved there with him but turned to wild partying after struggling to adapt.
There are social challenges in a community as small as this, conceded a bartender on Hamilton. Everyone else is either someone you work with, or for, or someone who pays you the tourists. The staff bar and the one nightclub, Bohemes, did not really allow much steam to be let off, he added. Even grotty small apartments can cost half a million bucks, so many workers live in accommodation units, better known here as Guantanamo Bay. Retaining staff is the islands' greatest challenge.
Which is where the A$5m (2.5m) slate-and-glass villa Blue Pearl, awaiting the incumbent of the best job in the world, comes in. Tucked away on forested slopes, its enormous open-plan reception, master bedroom, two sun decks, spa and guest facilities spread over three levels offer a spacious sanctuary overlooking the Whitsundays.
It's no coincidence that we are advertising this position during the northern hemisphere winter, says Anthony Hayes, the chief executive of Tourism Queensland, adding that shortlisted candidates will be psychometrically tested. This job is all about living and finding out about the Barrier Reef islands and about yourself. The main problem we will have, I suspect, is getting rid of them at the end of it.
Getting there
Sydney is served by British Airways (0844 493 0787; ba.com), Virgin Atlantic (08705 747 747; virgin-atlantic.com) and Qantas (08457 747767; qantas.co.uk) from Heathrow. Hamilton Island can be reached from Sydney by air with Jetstar (00 61 3 9092 6500; jetstar.com.au) and Virgin Blue (00 61 7 3295 2296; virginblue.com.au), and by ferry from Shute Harbour, Airlie Beach (00 61 7 4946 5111; fantasea.com.au).
Getting around
Fantasea trips from Hamilton Island to the Great Barrier Reef cost A$209 (95) for adults and $95 (43) for children, with the option of an overnight sleep on the Reefworld pontoon on Hardy Reef.
Lizard Island is served from Cairns by Hinterland Aviation (00 61 7 4035 9323; hinterlandaviation.com.au). Green Island can be reached from Cairns by catamaran with Great Adventures (00 61 7 4044 9944; greatadventures. com.au), which also offers snorkelling and diving trips; A$120 (54) adults and A$65 (29) children, with introductory dive and tuition an extra A$132 (60).
Seaplane scenic flights from Hamilton Island over the Great Barrier Reef, including a 90-minute beach stop, are offered by Hamilton Island Aviation for A$379 (172).
Staying there
Hamilton Island Resort (00 61 2 9433 0444; hamiltonisland.com.au) offers three-star bungalows, the low-four-star Reef View Hotel and the luxury Qualia clifftop estate (00 61 2 9433 3349; qualia.com.au). Doubles from A$324 (147) to A$1,450 (656), room only.
Half a dozen Whitsunday islands (not Hamilton) offer self-sufficient camping: contact Queensland Parks Wildlife (epa.qld.gov.au).
Lizard Island Resort (00 61 2 8296 8010; lizardisland.com.au). Doubles start at A$1,650 (747), all in.
More information
To apply for the best job in the world: islandreefjob.com
Tourism Queensland: 00 61 7 3535 3535; tq.com.

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Jessica Alba is the sexiest Latin movie star in Hollywood and that is why she is so well known. Jessica is a quiet brunette hottie that is very quiet and that doesnt like many interviews but when she isnt working this Latina chick is a wild babe! We have thousands of high resolution nude photos and high quality nude videos of this Latina exposing her whole body nude! Here we have photos and videos of Jessica on vacation with her boyfriend at the Bahamas. We were lucky to get amazing footage of this spicy Latina that has never been seen before! Here youre going to see this brunette Latina sensation getting wild and wet at a beach in the Bahamas. Jessica has a lovely tan and she is wearing an expensive tight purple bikini top and tight cream bikini underwear that looks amazing on her. We have heaps of great shots of Jessica Alba jumping up and down in the water and her tits and hard nipples are fully visible. Her g-string is so damn tight and you can see her juicy round ass, but that isnt all, Jessicas pussy is so nice and tight and she has a camel toe.

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The 34th Annual 2008 Metro Manila Film Festival will ran from December 25, 2008 to January 5, 2009. All 8 films included in the competition with be simultaneously shown from December 25, 2008.

Iskul Bukol: 20 Years After
After 4 installments of the old TV series of Vic's Okay Ka Fairy Ko, magpapahinga na muna si Enteng Kabisote to give way to the Escalera and the Ungasis based on the sitcom that launched Tito, Vic , Joey in 1977, ang Iskul Bukol. Tito, Vic, and Joey will reprise their original roles Tito Escalera, Vic Ungasis, and Joey Escalera, respectively.

Desperadas 2
It is a sequel of Desperadas which was starred by Ruffa Gutierrez, Rufa Mae Quinto, Iza Calzado, and Marian Rivera. Now, it is starred by the four actresses with Ogie Alcasid.

Shake, Rattle Roll X
Nieves
Nieves (Marian Rivera) is the towns famous and lone Engkanto Slayer. When strange and unexplainable attacks began to strike the whole town, Nieves, teams up with her slayer in trainings: Junie (Robert "Buboy" Villar) and Kaysee (Jennica Garcia) to save the townsfolk from extinction.

Class picture
Ten college students spend the weekend at their school to prepare an exhibit in exchange for lifting the suspension of their organization. But instead of getting busied with paper maches, and presentation, they find themselves haunted by the awakened spirit of a demented nun, Sr. Maria Belonia (Jean Garcia), who has put a curse on a class picture of her section in 1898.

Emergency
When an obscure hospital becomes the target of wrathful blood hungry creatures (Mylene Dizon and Wendell Ramos), Jay (JC De Vera) the paramedic and his beloved Dr. Sarah (Roxanne Guinoo) must struggle together with other hospital residents to save their precious lives.

Ang Tanging Ina Ninyong Lahat
It's the sequel of Ang Tanging Ina. It is expected to be released in December 2008 under Star Cinema for the 2008 Metro Manila Film Festival.. It is the third of 'Direk' Wenn Deremas' "Ina" collection after "Ang Cute ng Ina Mo" with actress Anne Curtis. In 2003, ATI was the highest grossing film in the country until Kris Aquino's "Sukob" surpassed it.

Baler
In 1898, a band of Spanish soldiers heroically defended Baler (which would later be the capital municipality of Aurora in 1951) against Filipino forces for 337 long and grueling days. The battle, now referred to as the Siege of Baler, is the setting of a forbidden love between an Mestizo soldier (Jericho Rosales) and a Filipina lass (Anne Curtis) who lived at the end of the 19th century.

One Night Only
It all happened in one night. Free- spirited and money hungry Jasmine (Katrina Halili) was all set to leave for Hong Kong with her new Chinese lover when her Congressman-benefactor Facundo (Ricky Davao) decided to have his return of investment. Forced to comply with a rather angry lawmaker, Jasmine had no other choice but to give in to the demands of this hot-blooded sponsor lest she be exposed for her frivolities.

Magkaibigan
This is the story of two best friends, one of whom is stricken with cancer. It is based loosely on the friendship of Jinggoy Estrada and Rudy Fernandez, who died of periampullary cancer earlier this year. This movie produced by Maverick Films also stars Maricel Laxa and Dawn Zulueta as the wives of the two best friends.

Dayo: Sa Mundo ng Elementalia
directed by Robert Quilao, is the Philippines first all-digital full-length animated feature film, advertised as "tradigital", a mix of traditional animation with 3D animation. It is due for release in December 25, 2008.The story revolves around Bubuy who has to save his grandparents who were abducted and brought to the strange land called Elementalia, which is home to a host of strange creatures from Philippine mythology.

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