Arnold arre’s Halina Filipina (nautilus Comics, 2015)
Cris is your every Pinoy man, struggling writer, with not much going for him except a shitload of information about music and film, with a preference for the indies, and the insistence that writing be critical. He’s no metrosexual, but there is an easy charming smile, a slouch that can make your heart flutter, smarts and intelligence, maybe some wit, that makes him lovable. Cris’ discomfiture is one that is familiar to any Pinay who’s been faced with the archetype of torpe—complete with the urong-sulong of almost, not quite, maybe courtship.