I saw my mom one afternoon sleeping, tired. We had no electricity that time and it was so hot that day. Mama was lying on bed, tired, and I could see perspiration dripping down on her forehead… I just stopped at our bedroom door staring at her… “Kapoy na kaayo si mama…” was on my thoughts and I can still remember how I felt that afternoon. I felt like I was not helping her much and I thought I had to do something for her.

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In musical theater, an 11 o’clock number is a big song near the end of the show that stands out and energizes the proceedings before the finale. The play as a whole may be middling and uninspired, but then, right before the curtain comes down, in its last few moments, the musical unveils a song that–bam!–blows the audience right out of their seats with its power and beauty. You leave the theater forgetting everything else but that one great musical moment: the 11 o’clock number.

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I know, I know, you’re happy just the way you are and couldn’t care less about your potbelly and manboobs. But she isn’t.

So if you’re uncomfortable about the fact that a goldfish eats more in an hour than what your girl eats in a week, don’t be.

The moment you courted her, you signed an imaginary contract binding you to doing whatever activity she is obsessed with at the moment. That means you have to eat like a rabbit too when she asks you to. And by “ask” I mean “obligatory or else you get raped in the ass by ten well-endowed Koreans who are somehow under your girl’s payroll”.

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Is it even possible now to talk about love, relationships, and loyalty and not conjure nasty images of Kris Aquino, James Yap, and that Hope person? No? Okay.

So, along with a picture of Kris Aquino, James Yap, and that Hope person in our heads, I just want to say one big “F*ck you bananacue!” to the said basketball player because thanks to his addiction to facials (and quite possibly, oral sex), I’m betting three out of five couples in the Philippines have gone through varying degrees of relationship contemplation—meaning, from trying-to-sound-innocent questions like, “Are you happy with me?” to “If you ever cheat on me, I’ll burn your balls with Dragon Katol.” Read more at in_sneakers.blogspot.com.

Gloomy Sunday is known as the “Hungarian Suicide Song”, mainly because it allegedly inspired a wave of suicides in the 1930s. In fact, when it was translated and brought into the US, a third verse was added (”Dreaming, i was only dreaming…”) to alleviate the song’s depressing tone. Morbid history aside, it is such a beautiful song of love lost and depression.

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