Unbreakable

Whatever bitterness, whatever resentment,

whatever suffering we may have caused each other...

(Sorry, Mariel. I can't take this anymore. Goodbye.)

none of these will fade when you pass away.

The subscriber cannot be reached.

Damn!

Your life does not end here.

Our story does not end here.

Deena!

Deena!

Deena?

Pain brought us together.

Pain changed us forever.

Deena.

And pain will never break us.

Deena!

=Unbreakable=

St John University!

Happy 75th anniversary!

Girl, put your hands up! Who cares if you stink?

-I don't want to! -Let's go, Mariel!

Show off those radish-white underarms!

You know, I get tense each time you check your watch!

I might miss the bus...

- You're a slut! - Oh, sorry!

Hey! What the...?

You're a slut!

-Hey! -They're too many.

Ouch! Help!

Poor girl.

It could be a hazing ritual. Don't try to be a hero, Mariel!

You did! You stole my man! You slut!

I haven't done anything to you! Help!

- Hey! Wait a minute! - Stop it!

Stop it! Hold it! Let's talk about this!

What is there to talk about?

I didn't steal anyone from you! He told me you were broken up!

We didn't break up!

Maybe she's telling the truth.

Where's your boyfriend?

-Why don't you talk to him? -Exactly!

Maybe you're...

- Mind your own business! - That's right!

What did I do?

-You're looking for a fight? -You!

Let's help her!

Hold her!

Stop it! Stop it!

-Stop it! -Sorry!

-Don't make a scene here! -Sorry!

Damn! My scholarship.

I got into a fight. I might lose it. My God!

No. Wait.

Just relax.

I can talk to the dean.

I'll tell him you just defended me.

That you had nothing to do with the brawl.

Janelle, I'm really sorry.

Mariel.

Mariel.

It's okay, Trina.

Deena!

-Deena. -Deena Love Yambao.

Eighteen years old from Cubao.

Reigning Miss Communication Arts,

and last year's Miss Nursing!

I might be Miss HRM next year if I don't finish my requirements...

in Comm Arts this semester.

You?

Mariel Salvador.

Eighteen. IT.

And then?

That's it?

What's with the mysterious effect?

Okay. I'm sorry, but I have to ask you this.

What's with that guy that you were willing to get yourself killed for him?

Well...

He's gorgeous.

Kind.

At least, I thought he was kind but I guess not.

For real? You didn't know they were still together?

Hey! Believe me. I'm not that kind of girl.

I would never do that.

Promise! Cross my heart!

I swear on my own life. I wouldn't do that.

-No! No! -Okay, relax!

Okay, okay. I believe you.

Besides, my getting beat up would have been pointless...

if you were really at fault.

Well, thank you, my she-ro!

Here's my peace offering to you.

Thank you.

So good!

Over there. Just by the corner.

Wait. There? This tricycle?

- Yes, there. - Okay. All right.

- Damn. Oh, God! - Wait. Please!

-Stop. Stop, please. -Okay! Okay!

Okay. Are we okay? Why are we hiding?

Janice!

Nothing, sorry. That's my Dad.

He only comes home when he gets tired of his mistress.

But once he gets a new one, he disappears again.

Sorry.

I'm sure your parents are looking for you. Sorry.

It's okay.

My Mom's in Norway. She has a new family there.

My Dad is dead.

Nobody's waiting for me.

So it's cool.

Well, where do you want to go? I'm game. Let's go!

Where?

Hey!

-Come here. -I'm okay.

Come here.

You need to know the steps!

- Let's go! - Oh, no!

Here we go!

Mariel? Mariel Salvador!

My she-ro!

We're going to eat. But it has to be quick.

All right. Go!

Okay, we're done for the day.

If you have other questions, you can call me. Okay?

Deena, where's your project?

She has a new project.

Subject? Flirtation 101.

Let's dance!

-Merry Christmas! -Deena!

-Deena's here. -Mom, I have a gift for you!

Oh, you shouldn't have. Thank you!

No need to get me a present by the way.

To summarize, your paper is about women in media.

Hey! This is your paper, Deena. You're not listening.

I've been texting Kiko nonstop but he isn't replying.

So annoying!

Hey!

You have a crush on him, don't you?

-Introduce yourself. -No, Deena! I don't want to!

What are you... It's 2006 already! How virginal!

-Don't make a scene! -Deena! Come on!

He broke up with me through text.

I don't know what to do. Is this even real?

I've been calling but he's not picking up.

Just relax, Deena.

I warned you about this before.

-I never liked that Kiko! -Kiko!

Kiko! Hey!

Can we talk?

Why haven't you been answering my calls? I'll do everything.

-Stop this. -I'll do everything.

Just don't leave me.

Didn't I tell you to stop?

There's nothing to fix!

You're crazy! You're a nagger!

I'm done with you, okay? I'm done!

Hold up. Show a little respect.

Don't shout at her like that.

Mind your own business.

You don't even have a boyfriend!

You know nothing, okay?

So you shut the hell up, okay!

No! You shut the hell up!

You don't know me!

But I know well enough that men like you who treat women this way...

deserve to rot in hell!

And, you don't get to break up with my best friend.

Because she is dumping you and your micro-dick!

Let's go.

You argue so well in English.

I could get a nosebleed.

There. There she is.

-You said, you loved me. -We can't carry her.

-You said you'll always love me. -Deena, come on.

-Hold on. -Come on.

-You're a dick, right? -Deena!

Everything I had, I gave to you!

But you left me! Why?

-You jerk! -Wait! Stop it, Deena!

You're just the same!

You'll leave me like my Mom did.

Okay then, bye!

-Bye! Leave already. -That's enough. Come on.

You're drunk. That's enough, Deena!

Hey! If you don't quit it, I'm going to call the police!

Sorry.

Come on.

Eat. Take a bite.

Stop thinking about him. Or you'll grow ugly.

How nice of you...

that you love me.

I love you, Mamee.

I love you all.

- It's okay, Deena. - Hush now.

Okay, last question. What is the Quadratic Formula?

-Ax2 + bx... -Tash!

-Luke! -What are you doing here?

I'm asking Ms Mariel to tutor me in Algebra.

This is my cousin, Luke.

Hello, how do you do?