A lot of you have probably heard of the noveau pop term Cougar now being propagated by lifestyle and entertainment channels especially on cable. And, apparently, there’s also a whole host of websites on the subject now, much to my sexy mature woman chagrin.

The cougar (Puma concolor), also puma, mountain lion, panther, or painter depending on ( Read more... )

                Let me begin with a warning. A few people will not find this pleasant. Neither is this in keeping with dinner. Nor, moreso, keeping down dinner. 
Two days ago, my ex and I turned to this lightly lewd (if slightly funny) conversation of video-ing the act of the nasty. I confessed that I’ve secretly been toying with the idea of filming ( Read more... )

How I wish my life stopped in kindergarten,
… when the opening hymns to Sesame Street and/or The Electric Company brought me pure, profound joy.
… when I can display my pinnacle for demanding-ness and have my Lolo love me even more for it, my “adorable, child-like precociousness.”
… when my least favorite classmate for the day could easily be my ( Read more... )

 
“It is never easy to lay open the doors of your heart, because love and rejection get in the same way.”

I was in college when my good friend handed me a folded photocopy of this weekly column. She, apparently, had been a weekly addict for this slice of the editorial page of the PDI called “Youngblood”. It’s sort of a “free space” for the thoughts ( Read more... )

Jul. 6, 2007 - Friday
I think I’m ready to fall in love again. No wait, scratch that. I think I want to fall in love again. There. You see, a silent alarm had been sounding off for quite some time now, triggered by a blunt question from my eldest aunt: “Haay Jinggay, have you ever been in love? I mean, really?” She had asked that more than a year ( Read more... )

There are certain things in this life that are most sure to choke me with heartfelt, joyful tears. One is to listen to a choir of little children singing. Another is when I’m in the midst of some heartache so I’d really be listening to the priest’s sermon and then hear God himself speaking directly to me, easing my burning heart and its worries.  ( Read more... )

oh desert speak to my heart
oh woman of the earth
maker of children who weep for love
maker of this birth
'til your deepest secrets are known to me
I will not be moved
I will not be moved

"don't try to find the answer
when there ain't no question here
brother, let your heart be wounded
and give no mercy to your fear"

adam and eve live down the ( Read more... )

I have no clue what’s in store for me as the year turns into another one. But, see, that in itself is the gift. For if I knew, how else could I learn? Never aspire to know what lies ahead, but hope to know the lessons being given. This year that’s about to pass may have found me with nothing but tears, disappointments, and other heartaches. I’ ( Read more... )

What follows is my own I realize that you didn’t really ask to hear it, but I’m gonna tell you, anyways type of thing. You should be forewarned: not for the faint-hearted.

Jan. 13, 2007 - Saturday
All moral issues aside, Being Number Two (or Number Three, for that matter) is not so bad. I’ve had tons of boyfriends… _____’s boyfriend, _____’s ( Read more... )

… I think I give new meaning to the term P.M.S. My pre-M.S. lasts for about two weeks or so. And I suspect I have post-M.S., too. If there is no such thing, then there you go ( Read more... )