Saturday, January 27, 2007

Fading memories ... from

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Fading memories
By Renette Glory R. Domingo
Last updated 01:25am (Mla time) 01/27/2007
IN A few months, I'll be turning 26, exactly the same age when my "kuya" [elder brother] died of lung cancer. I was only 11 years old then, and at that innocent age, 26 seemed, well, old. Not exactly old enough to die, but old enough to have done whatever you wanted to do in your life. After all, you've already lived a quarter of a century. But now that I'm approaching that age, I realize that 26 is way too early to have to deal with your mortality.
Sadly, 13 years after his death, I discover that my memories of Kuya Ezer are beginning to fade. I am both ashamed and bothered by it, but that's the way it is. Apparently, seeing a person every day for 11 years is not enough to ensure that you would remember how he looks like when he's gone. If it weren't for the many pictures we have of him (he was thankfully into photography), I probably would not remember his face now.
But I do remember some things about him. For one, I recall that he had an acne problem when he was younger. He would pound penicillin tablets to mix with his astringent and use a special kind of soap for his face (I think it was called Neko or something). I don't know if I remember the penicillin or the soap because I actually saw them among his beauty products, or from stories told by Diko Rey, my other brother, who is a year younger than him. But strangely enough, I distinctly remember the acne itself, those flaming red spots all over his face.
I remember that he had a curious way of cupping my chin when he was feeling affectionate. My favorite picture of us together was taken when he was already bed-ridden and in his pajamas. It shows me wearing my favorite red shirt and lying beside him, and he is smiling a little and cupping my chin.
Kuya Ezer was a voracious reader. He would underline or highlight words that he didn't understand so that he could look it up in a dictionary later on. He was obsessively concerned about correct grammar and spelling and pronunciation. Once he prepared and taught a summer program on English proficiency for my sister and me.
Every day he taught us a new word, its meaning and its proper use. I think he scoured the dictionary and selected interesting words to learn. We began with A. We learned the meanings of "alight," and "averse," and "adverse," and "altogether," and other interesting A words. I think we reached C, but we had to stop because he got sick then. The Big C is such a spoilsport. If it weren't for that hateful, traitorous disease, I'd now be adept at using words beginning with Z.
I remember that he was a skillful writer as well. He was always writing news articles and opinion columns for the newsletters he produced for our church. After he got sick, he wrote open letters to churches asking for prayers, and personal letters to his doctors.
On his last night alive, I went home with a copy of the University of the Philippines Integrated School's high school newspaper, in which a poem I had written was published -- the only grade-school contribution in the entire paper. I went to his air-conditioned room and looked at him, but he was breathing out of an oxygen mask, and he seemed to be asleep, so I didn't tell him I got "published." But my parents were there, and I told them, and now as I remember the moment, I hope he heard what I said.
Maybe if I knew that that would be the last time I'd see him alive, I would have done things a little differently. Maybe I wouldn't have been so proud of myself because getting a poem published isn't nearly as important as losing a brother. Or maybe I would have awakened him to tell him about the poem, because he was a writer as well, and he would have been proud of me for sure. Or maybe I would never even have mentioned the poem altogether and I would have just gone to him and thanked him for encouraging me to read and for teaching me grammar, and setting an example of what faith really meant. Or maybe I would have said goodbye and kissed him and told him I loved him, and that he didn't have to worry about my parents and my brother, and my sister and me, because we would be OK, and that we would see him again someday in heaven.
It was a blessing that all this happened when I was only 11, because at that age you don't really understand much of what's going on. Even so, the death of a brother still scars you and scares you about going through another death in the family. Because death means you'll never see a person again, and you'll never be able to talk to him again. But now I realize that memories gradually fade over time, but feelings never do.
It seems unfair to me to write about Kuya Ezer, and some of my memories of him, when I have another brother who died two years before I was born. Sangko Rene was only six years old when he died of hemorrhagic fever four days before Christmas. He was sick for less than a week, so his death came as a real shock. I was named after him.
I'm sure Sanko Rene was thrilled when he saw our Kuya entering the gates of heaven. I've always pictured him running toward the familiar face and tugging at Kuya's hand to show him around. Then he takes Kuya to go see Jesus and all questions are answered and everything is explained and nothing else matters because they are face to face with their Savior, their Master and their Healer.
Renette Glory R. Domingo, 25, is a Bachelor of Science in Economics graduate of the University of the Philippines in Diliman, Quezon City, and now works at HSBC in Makati.

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Friday, January 26, 2007



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I ask now for Your forgiveness.. Please keep me safe from all danger and harm. Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude. Let me make the best of each and every day to clear my mind so that I can hear from You. Please broaden my mind that I can accept all things. Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control over.
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But I thank you that I believe. I believe that God changes people and God changes things. I pray for all my sisters and brothers. For each and every family member in their households. I pray for peace, love and joy in their homes that they are out of debt and all their needs are met.. I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than God. Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight.
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Arleigh T. Macapagal
Regional Staff Engineer
P and EL Realty Corporation

Breakfast clubs from YOUNGBLOOD of

Breakfast clubs
Last updated 01:27am (Mla time) 01/25/2007

Published on page A11 of the January 25, 2007 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer

WHEN we were growing up in San Juan, it was my parents' practice to hurry us children through breakfast (me most especially, since I eat so slowly that a sloth could go through a hotel buffet before I even finish the appetizers), hustle us, still bleary-eyed, into our car, and drive us to school before our brains became clear enough to remember that we didn't like going to school. After that, they would drive over to McDonald's Greenhills, the nearest one at the time, to meet their friends for breakfast.

Upon entering the restaurant, my parents, who were usually joined at the hip, would separate. My mom would join her amigas while my dad headed straight for his buddies. Conversations ranged from whose daughter was dating whose son to the latest fashion and on to whether the stock market was going up or down. For my parents and everyone in their circle of friends, it was a great way to start the workday.

The people who gathered in the restaurant were parents who had just seen their children off to school, elderly couples who lived in the San Juan area, or health buffs capping their morning walks or tai chi with a cup of coffee and some friendly conversation. The regulars enjoyed special treatment (as special as you can get in a fast-food restaurant, at least) by the morning staff. They were allowed to bring food inside the restaurant (having a McBreakfast every day will get to you eventually) even if it was a huge box of non-Mcpastries and all they ordered was coffee. Some people left mugs, which they preferred to use instead of styrofoam cups. And the regulars got free coffee refills long before it became de rigueur.

But as special as the treatment they were getting from the restaurant crew was, it was nothing compared to the feeling of belonging. When regulars came in for breakfast during weekdays, they were greeted by what sounded like the whole restaurant—not all at once, of course, which would have been creepy. And the whole place was always noisier than a classroom filled with misbehaving students.

Everyone knew everybody else, if only by face. It was almost like a secret club, minus the code names and unique handshakes. I remember asking my mother on more than one occasion who the lady she was saying hello was, only to be told, "I have no idea. We just see each other at McDonald's."

In the few times that I accompanied my parents to their breakfast club, I noticed one thing: Everybody seemed happy. It was as if problems were checked in at the door with the umbrellas and frowning would cost them their coffee refills.

Some people might think of this whole exercise as shallow and superficial, but I like to think of it as a release, if only for a little while, from the worries and cares of the world. No matter what was going on in their lives, the regulars knew that there was a place they could go to where they didn't have to talk about it, and if anyone did indulge in self-pity, peer pressure would stop him.

This community of McBreakfasters has always fascinated me, especially since I have never seen another quite like it. Sure, other communities have sprung up over a cup of coffee and a two-piece pancake meal, but none is as warm, vibrant and alive as the one my parents belonged to. Even now, when I enter the same McDonald's outlet on a weekday morning, everything seems subdued. Some people stopped coming once their youngest child went off to college. Others, like my father, have passed on. And though it's impossible not to see somebody one knows on any weekday morning there, the ratio of familiar to unfamiliar faces is becoming smaller and smaller.

I don't think they knew it, but my parents' McDonald's tradition taught me a few things. First, that breakfast is an important meal because it jump-starts your metabolism aside from giving you important nutrients to start your day.

But wait, I learned that from my homeroom teacher. Let's try again. What I learned from my parents' weekday breakfasts was that it is important to have a place, a ritual and a group of friends to help you either ground yourself in this tumultuous world or to help you forget your problems, if only for the duration of a meal. A little escapism is fine, as long as it rejuvenates your desire to take on anything that crosses your path. I also learned that you get treated better by people you treat like family, and that you can have almost anything (like a free refill), if you ask nicely enough.

I didn't realize it until now, but I have had the opportunity to put the first lesson to good use. Some high school friends and I have been getting together for breakfast every other weekend for the past few years now. We talk about anything under the sun, help each other out with problems, share with each other our craziest dreams and weirdest business ideas. Though we may be but a small group, albeit a noisy one, amid a sea of diners and we don't go to one restaurant often enough to be considered regulars (no special favors from the staff yet), we have found a tiny community, a rail to cling on to in the ship of life when the waves of the world threaten to wash us overboard. Someday, I hope to pass on like my father, hopefully to a place where every day is a breakfast shared with good friends.

Yvette Tan, 29, has just given up her job in the media to join the world of commerce. She writes for various publications and is addicted to lip gloss.

Copyright 2007 Inquirer. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

TV RATINGS - 1/24/2007

TV RATINGS - 1/24/2007

>From PEX

Research by Jun Jun aska26ph2001@...
Posted by cybermyx

AGB Overnight Ratings
Wednesday - January 24, 2007

Sis 11.2
Homeboy 10.8

Yellow Handkerchief 16.6
Pilipinas Game KNB? 16.2

Eat Bulaga! 19.0
WoWoWee 20.7

Daisy Siete 16.8
Makita Ka Lang Muli 14.9
Kapamilya Cinema 13.4

Kapuso Movie Festival 14.2
Inocente De Ti 12.4
Beet: The Vandel Buster 8.6

Ghost Fighter 15.2
Naruto 10.4

Jewel In The Palace 16.8
Pangako Sa 'Yo 10.4

24 Oras 27.6
TV Patrol World 23.0

Asian Treasures 35.3
Kapamilya Deal or No Deal 25.9

Atlantika 28.5
Super Inggo 25.3

Bakekang 26.9
Sana Maulit Muli 28.1

Jumong 25.2
Maging Sino Ka Man 23.8

Starstruck 17.0
Princess Hours 20.0

Nuts Entertainment 11.5
Bandila 10.2

Saksi 7.6
Probe 5.5

Palaban 4.6
Mirada De Mujer 2.9

Arleigh T. Macapagal
Regional Staff Engineer
P and EL Realty Corporation

TV RATINGS - 1/23/2007

TV RATINGS - 1/23/2007

>From PEX

Research by Jun Jun aska26ph2001@...
Posted by cybermyx

AGB Overnight Ratings

Tuesday - January 23, 2007

Sis 11.5
Homeboy 10.4

Yellow Handkerchief 17.7
Pilipinas Game KNB? 17.7

Eat Bulaga! 19.2
WoWoWee 21.9

Daisy Siete 14.9
Makita Ka Lang Muli 11.9
Kapamilya Cinema 15.2
Kapuso Movie Festival 16.4

Jewel In The Palace 17.8
Pangako Sa 'Yo 13.8

24 Oras 30.5
TV Patrol World 22.8

Asian Treasures 36.0
Kapamilya Deal or No Deal 26.9

Atlantika 30.7
Super Inggo 27.5

Bakekang 27.9
Sana Maulit Muli 29.1

Jumong 24.7
Maging Sino Ka Man 24.8

Starstruck 18.2
Princess Hours 19.2

Bahay Mo Ba 'To?! 13.2
Bandila 9.5

Arleigh T. Macapagal
Regional Staff Engineer
P and EL Realty Corporation

Thursday, January 25, 2007


TV RATINGS - 1/22/2007

From PEX

Research by Jun Jun aska26ph2001@...
Posted by cybermyx

Monday - January 22, 2007

Sis 10.8
Homeboy 10.7

Yellow Handkerchief 16.9
Pilipinas Game KNB? 17.7

Eat Bulaga! 17.9
WoWoWee 21.8

Daisy Siete 16.7
Makita Ka Lang Muli 14.1
Kapamilya Cinema 14.2

Kapuso Movie Festival 18.9
Inocente De Ti 9.7
Beet: The Vandel Buster 7.1

Ghost Fighter 17.5
Naruto 10.1

Jewel In The Palace 19.8
Pangako Sa 'Yo 12.3

24 Oras 33.7
TV Patrol World 22.4

Asian Treasures 38.2
Kapamilya Deal or No Deal 24.7

Atlantika 29.6
Super Inggo 25.3

Bakekang 27.8
Sana Maulit Muli 31.1

Jumong: Prince of the Legend 24.4
Maging Sino Ka Man 27.4

Starstruck: The Next Level 14.9
Princess Hours 21.2

Lagot Ka! Isusumbong Kita! 12.7
Bandila 8.8

Saksi 7.1
Noypi! Ikaw Ba 'To 5.9

I-Witness 6.4
Mirada De Mujer 2.5

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Saturday, January 20, 2007


Originally uploaded by arleighmac.

Sinulog solemn procession of the image of Sr. Sto. Niño,Cebu City, Jan. 20, 2007

It's really stunning to see the patron as He pass by.


Originally uploaded by arleighmac.

Sinulog solemn procession of the image of Sr. Sto. Niño,Cebu City, Jan. 20, 2007

It's really stunning to see the patron as He pass by.

Solitary pleasure... from

Solitary pleasure
By Katrina Marie A. Balmaceda
Last updated 00:52am (Mla time) 01/20/2007

I BELIEVE that when men reach a certain age, they choose a favorite chair in the bedroom or sala and spend the rest of their days in it.

Six years ago, my Lolo [Grandfather] came home from the United States. Every day after his arrival, he sat on a chair in his room. But when our sala was renovated last year, he began sitting there for most of the day.

Crossword puzzles take up most of my Lolo's time. He wakes up when his alarm clock tells him to, eats whenever his stomach grumbles and sleeps only when his eyelids hint at heaviness. He pleads to be brought to the mall at least five times a day.

When he cannot find someone to accompany him to the mall, when he does not feel hungry and he finds the puzzles boring, he indulges in a solitary pleasure: reminiscing on the past. But the moment an equally bored grandchild engages him in conversation, his solitary recollection ceases and he invites his grandchild to walk with him back to the days of his youth.

He was a guerrilla during the war with Japan. He was 24 and a medical student in Manila when he came home one day to find his boarding house emptied of people and belongings. All the students had gone back to their provinces to avoid being drafted into the army.

My Lolo was caught in Bataan, and he was forced to join the Death March. During the march, the Japanese soldiers never allowed them to have food or drink, not even a sip from the filth-laden canals by the road.

At some point, my Lolo, who had already been weakened by malaria, lost consciousness. The Japanese thought he was dead and threw him into a pit filled with corpses. But a Filipino laborer who was digging his grave noticed Lolo's eyelids moving. When the Japanese soldiers were no longer looking, my Lolo was brought to safety. After a close brush with death, Lolo got a second chance to live.

I learned about my Lolo's best friend, after complaining about a certain "Piping" who often phoned and asked my Lolo. I was told Piping was his best friend from the time they were in college. But the fact is, Piping didn't just speak with Lolo, he shouted over the phone.

That was when I learned that when one gets old, his hearing ability weakens. He then believes that other people have the same problem, so he stops talking and starts shouting.

One day, I suddenly realized that I hadn't been answering calls from Piping for quite some time. I congratulated myself for knowing when to answer the phone and when to let my sister deal with the eccentricity and hearing problem of my Lolo's best friend. But the truth was, Piping had passed away.

When I was 10 years old, I met another friend of my Lolo. This man, who was our neighbor, told me and my sister that girls kept chasing Lolo when they were in college.

Some years later, when Lolo came home from the United States, I asked him if this story was true. But I need not have asked because quite often during conversations with his grandchildren, he would recall his romantic experiences and blame all his colorful past on the women. He was only a poor, cute guy who was too weak to resist and was overwhelmed by the women, he would say with a chuckle. Yeah, right.

During their golden wedding anniversary, Lolo and Lola danced to the tune of "To All the Girls I've Loved Before." And sometimes, as he pauses to ponder an answer to the crossword, I would hear him whistling the tune.

I suppose that when a man gets old, the music that nurtured his teenage soul stays with him. And for my Lolo, Frank Sinatra's songs are unforgettable.

When one gets old, he dips into his reservoir of memories and turns it into a river of stories, replete with remembrances of lovers and friends, "barkada" [groups of buddies] and broken families, seven children and 24 grandchildren.

When one gets old, he dedicates his songs to Rose who was the first love, to Natividad who bore his first child, to Andrea with the beautiful body, and, finally, to Crispina, whose hands he held when they were young and tender and firm but which have now been toughened and wrinkled by half a century of marriage. And he will thank God for Piping who grew old and half-deaf with him and for the stranger who didn't finish digging his grave.

While one is young, he must live without remorse. He must drink life and "drain the cup to its dregs." He must dance in rain on mountaintops and run against the ocean's waves. He must muddy himself in childhood soil and dine well at his wedding reception. He must seek the sting of medicine when he stumbles and wear his scars like badges and take the time to laugh at himself.

When one is young, he must involve himself with people not merely out of curiosity but out of concern. When a man is young, he must throw himself without reserve into the widespread arms of his God and know the bliss of surrender.

My Lolo has been suffering from Alzheimer's disease for nearly a decade now. His memory is fading away. The reservoir has sprung leaks. These memories of his youth may just be among the last he can enjoy in solitary pleasure as he sits on his favorite chair day after day.

Katrina Marie A. Balmaceda, 19, is a third year media communication student at Saint Theresa's College, Cebu.

Copyright 2007 Inquirer. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

TV RATINGS - Break Time

TV RATINGS - Break Time

What's up, duck?

By Conrado Banal III

IT'S a real-life soap opera, featuring the word war between the
country's top television

networks, GMA Network Inc. and ABS-CBN Broadcasting Corp., something
to do with "cheating"

by ABS-CBN in the ratings.

Adding drama to what is turning out to be an ugly fight, is another
letter sent by GMA

Network to ad agencies, refuting the claims of ABS-CBN regarding its
surprise upsurge in the

number of its viewers in the cable homes.

Now, the reality in advertising is that the industry has changed. It
is not as lucrative as

it used to be. The budget for media ads, for instance, is being
slashed continually because

clients are going more and more for "below- the-line" promotions.

In other words, the network war over ratings is precisely a fight for
control of the biggest

slice of what may be left of the advertising pie in the future.

Earlier, GMA Network sent letters to various ad agencies, saying it
had lost confidence in

the AGB-Nielsen survey of television home viewers.

ABS-CBN basically narrowed the big lead of GMA Network in non-cable
ratings, due to a big

jump in its cable ratings.

To answer GMA Network's out-and-out accusation, ABS-CBN wrote the ad
agencies that its good

performance in the AGB-Nielsen survey had something to do with a
"technical problem."

ABS-CBN said its low-band frequency (Channel 2), which was the lowest
band among the free TV

stations, caused broadcast "noise," which is less of a problem in
cable. This should explain

why it had a higher rating in cable than in non-cable.

But then, GMA Network claimed it had hired technical experts who said
that what ABS-CBN was

saying was, basically, "baloney."

In cable, for instance, ABS-CBN moved from Channel 6 to Channel 8 in
2003. So how come, if

the claim of ABS-CBN about technical problems was true, its cable
ratings even went down

from 13.3 percent in 2001 to 11.3 percent two years later in 2005?

As for ABS-CBN's claim that its higher cable ratings resulted from
"content improvement,"

GMA-7 wondered why the ABS-CBN ratings claim took place only in cable,
while its non-cable

ratings continued to decline.

Next in the series, surely, will be the answer of ABS-CBN. I'm just
not sure if the guys in

the advertising industry have had enough of this soap

TV RATINGS - 1/19/2007

TV RATINGS - 1/19/2007

>From PEX

Research by Jun Jun aska26ph2001@...
Posted by johnnebula

Eto ang post ni reliable Francis ng Kapamilya Yahoogroup


24 Oras - 29.2%

Asian Treasures - 35.2%

Atlantika - 29.7%

Bakekang - 27.5%

Jumong - 23.8%

Starstruck - 15.2%


ABS-CBN - 16.4%
GMA - 16.0%


1/18/2007 RATINGs

Sis 9.3%
Homeboy 12.7%

YH 15.7%
GKNB 17.3%

EB 19.4%
WWW 22.8%

DS 18.4%, MKLM 12.8%, KMF 11.4%
KC 15.4%

JITP 16.9%
PSY 13.4%

24 ORAS 29.2%

AT 35.4%
DOND 31.1%

SI 33.0%

BKK 27.5%
SMM 32.1%

JMNG 23.8%
MSKM 27.6%

SS4 15.2%
PH 22.3%

MKM 14.3%

GME 16.0%
ABS-CBN 16.4%
QTV 1.6%

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Latest TV Ratings

As featured in today's issue (January 15, 2007) of BusinessWorld, the
country's most popular business newspaper, at section S3, page 3,
ABS-CBN remains the undisputed no.1 network in the Philippines!!!!

Latest AGB Nielsen Media Research NUTAM Panel

Week ending January 6, 2007

from 2:00 AM to 11:59 PM

National Urban Philippines (Urban Areas of the Philippines)

In Terms of Households:

Channel/Rating/Audience Share

Total TV/ 28.2/ 100

ABS-CBN/ 12.2/ 43.1

GMA/ 10.2/ 36.9

All Cable/ 2.4/ 8.4

QTV 11/ 0.9/ 3.2

ABC/ 0.8/ 2.9

Studio 23/ 0.6/ 2.1

RPN/ 0.3/ 1.2

NBN/ 0.2/ 0.6

IBC/ 0.1/ 0.5

NET 25/ 0.1/ 0.2

SBN/ 0/ 0.1

RJTV/ 0/ 0.1

In Terms of Individuals

Total TV/ 13.7/ 100

ABS-CBN/ 5.9/ 42.7

GMA/ 5.3/ 38.7

All Cable/ 1/ 7.4

QTV 11/ 0.4/ 3.

ABC/ 0.4/ 2.8

Studio 23/ 0.3/ 1.9

RPN/ 0.2/ 1.2

NBN/ 0.1/ 0.6

IBC/ 0.1/ 0.5

NET 25/ 0/ 0.2

SBN/ 0/ 0.1

RJTV/ 0/ 0

(MTV Philippines is not included in the list because it has signed-off
(unfortunately) since January 1, to resume broadcast (if i'm not
wrong) on Feb or March)

TOP 10 Programs (in terms of households)

Current Rank/ Previous wk's Rank/ Program Title/ Network/ Rating/
Audience Share

1/ NA/ Kapamilya, Deal or no Deal 4M Edition / ABS-CBN/ 33.8/ 49.7

2/ 1/ Kapamilya, Deal or no Deal (Original)/ ABS-CBN/ 31.8/ 51.3

3/ 2/ Super Inggo/ ABS-CBN/ 31.4/ 49.2

4/ 15/ XXX/ ABS-CBN/ 29.5/ 48.5

5/ 3/ Komiks/ ABS-CBN/ 28.8/ 49.2

6/ 5/ Maging Sino Ka Man (TV-Series)/ABS-CBN / 28.5/ 50.0

7/ 4/ TV Patrol World/ ABS-CBN/ 28.1/ 46.6

8/ 6/ John En Shirley/ ABS-CBN/ 24.9/ 41.0

9/ 9/ Wowowee/ ABS-CBN/ 24.4/ 51.5

10/ 19/ Maalala Mo Kaya/ 24.0/ 47.1

In Terms of Individuals

1/ NA/ Kapamilya Deal or no Deal 4M Edition/ ABS/ 18.1/ 48.1

2/ 2/ Super Inggo/ ABS/ 17.5/ 48.6

3/ 1/ Kapamilya Deal or no Deal (Original)/ ABS/ 17.2/ 51.2

4/ 4/ Maging Sino Ka Man (TV-Series)/ ABS/ 15.8/ 50.1

5/ 3/ Komiks/ ABS/ 15.1/ 50.3

6/ 13/ XXX/ ABS/ 15.1/ 46.6

7/ 5/ Captain Barbell (TV-Series)/ GMA/ 13.9/ 37.6

8/ 7/ TV Patrol World/ ABS/ 13.9/ 45.4

9/ 6/ John En Shirley/ ABS/ 13.2/ 41.1

10/ 9/ 24 Oras/ GMA/ 12.9/ 41.7

January 1-5, 8-12 Mega Manila Ratings for PrimeTime Bida


WEEK 1 1/1/2007 1/2/2007 1/3/2007 1/4/2007 1/5/2007 WKLYAVE RANKING
JITP 16.9% 18.7% 20.3% 18.7% 16.2% 18.2% 13
PSY 12.8% 15.5% 13.6% 15.1% 12.9% 14.0% 14
24 ORAS 32.4% 32.8% 32.5% 29.7% 30.2% 31.5% 1
TVPW 19.7% 23.0% 23.2% 24.3% 21.4% 22.3% 10
CB 27.7% 32.5% 33.7% 31.0% 32.1% 31.4% 2
DOND 27.8% 29.7% 30.0% 29.3% 25.0% 28.4% 4
ATL 23.6% 30.2% 32.3% 27.7% 32.4% 29.2% 3
SI 24.0% 28.9% 27.8% 28.8% 26.0% 27.1% 6
SS4 22.4% 24.5% 26.9% 24.0% 31.2% 25.8% 9
MKSM 24.2% 28.7% 25.9% 28.0% 25.6% 26.5% 7
BKK 25.0% 26.1% 29.7% 27.6% 31.6% 28.0% 5
ARL 22.4% 26.5% 24.3% 27.8% 28.3% 25.9% 8
PH/MMK 19.2% 21.4% 21.8% 21.7% 22.9% 21.4% 11
KILITV 15.8% 16.6% 18.9% 20.2% 20.8% 18.5% 12
BANDILA 12.0% 11.1% 10.1% 11.3% 10.9% 11.1% 15

WEEK 2 1/8/2007 1/9/2007 1/10/2007 1/11/2007 1/12/2007 WKLYAVE CHANGE RANKING
JITP 19.2% 21.6% 19.3% 21.5% 20.0% 20.3% 2.2% 13
PSY 13.5% 13.9% 15.0% 13.8% 12.0% 13.6% -0.3% 15
24 ORAS 31.6% 32.3% 29.9% 34.2% 29.6% 31.5% 0.0% 2
TVPW 26.0% 24.0% 21.9% 24.5% 20.6% 23.4% 1.1% 11
CB 32.8% 31.8% 32.3% 36.3% 35.4% 33.7% 2.3% 1
DOND 29.3% 26.9% 24.9% 25.8% 27.1% 26.8% -1.6% 8
ATL 30.3% 28.8% 29.9% 29.9% 27.5% 29.3% 0.0% 4
SI 26.7% 28.3% 26.4% 27.5% 26.0% 27.0% -0.1% 7
SS4 27.0% 27.1% 24.8% 26.8% 24.0% 25.9% 0.1% 9
BKK 25.6% 29.0% 26.1% 30.2% 24.9% 27.2% -0.8% 6
SMM 31.5% 31.3% 29.8% 30.8% 32.5% 31.2% N/A 3
JUMONG 19.6% 18.4% 21.8% 22.8% 23.4% 21.2% N/A 12
MSKM 27.9% 29.1% 27.0% 26.6% 27.2% 27.6% 1.1% 5
KILITV 14.8% 13.0% 15.2% 15.0% 18.4% 15.3% -3.2% 14
PH/MMK 21.1% 24.5% 23.3% 24.4% 25.8% 23.8% 2.4% 10
BANDILA 9.5% 13.0% 9.0% 12.5% 9.2% 10.6% -0.4% 16

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