Rest easy, pogi cousin

Death is always difficult when it comes like a thief in the night, or when it hits close to home, or when it takes a person who was once so animated and full of life.

I lost my cousin Allen (known to everyone as “Pongky”) to heart attack last Saturday. He was 40.

Only My Love is Fiercer

When I was young, I used to tell my mom in jest that I will never, ever be a strict disciplinarian like her. That I will never nag, harp on at or hit my kids. Instead, I will be open-minded and almost overindulgent. I will be more like my  “cool” dad who has a permissive parenting style.

“HA!” — she interjects with a chuckle, “Akala mo lang `yun!” (That’s what you think!)

Fast-forward to today, I realized that I did end up like her. That I am more like my mother than my father.

The apple never falls far from the tree, indeed.

The Reluctant Miss

I believe I’ve mentioned in a post last year that I have an account on an online dating site. It was something I signed up for more than five years ago, highly likely out of boredom, curiosity and, yeah — maybe even out of loneliness over something I no longer recall. Sometimes you have to throw your caution to the wind and give everything a try.

I chose Filipino Cupid because it’s not location-based like Tinder where proximity is a key factor and not dominated by twenty and thirty-somethings like OkCupid. You might say it's counterproductive, but for someone who signed-up for a dating site, I’m not actually that keen to date.