Bababa ba?

It’s 4am, and I’m still up. Been doing some thinking. And it’s somekindofa extreme thinking, I tell you.

And I’m writing this in my public blog, because maybe, just maybe, you’re part of what I’m writing about.

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This James Blunt song was stuck in my head all morning..

I really want you to really want me
But I really don’t know if you can do that
I know you want to know what’s right
But I know it’s so hard for you to do that
And time’s running out as often it does
And often dictates if you can’t do that
But fate can’t break this feeling inside
That’s burning up through my veins

I really want you
I really want you
I really want you now

No matter what I say or do
The message isn’t getting through
And you’re listening to the sound
of my breaking heart

Yes, I had my heart broken too many times in the past year because I wanted something I really can’t get right now.

Guess what Kuya Jess told me?

Psalm 37:4

Do what the LORD wants, and He will give you your heart’s desire.

Yes Lord. :)

Ben Folds - Not the Same

You took a trip and climbed a tree
At Robert Sledge’s party
And there you stayed ’till morning came
And you were not the same after that

You gave your life to Jesus Christ
And after all your friends went home
You came down, you looked around
And you were not the same after that

(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that
(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that

You see ‘em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You’ve got one good trick and you’re hanging on you’re hanging on…
To it

You took the Word and made it heard
And eased the people’s pain and for that
You were idolised, immortalised
And you were not the same after that

Walking tall, you’d bought it all
And you were not the same after that
Till someone died on the waterslide
And you were not the same after that

You see ‘em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You’ve got one good trick and you’re hanging on you’re hanging on to it

(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(You were not the same)
(ooh ooh ooh ooh)

You see ‘em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You’ve got one good trick and you’re hanging on
You’re hanging on

You’re hanging on
You’re hanging on

Abraham was one lucky old man… He got Isaac back.

In His time, in His time…

But, he didn’t lose Isaac in the first place. :) He just gave Isaac up, but he didn’t lose him.

Ben Folds - Still Fighting It 

Good morning, son.
I am a bird
Wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke?
Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo’s only $9.95
It’s okay, you don’t have to pay
I’ve got all the change

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It’s so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it
And you’re so much like me
I’m sorry

Good morning, son
In twenty years from now
Maybe we’ll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell you ’bout today
And how I picked you up and everything changed
It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you’d feel the same things

Everybody knows
It sucks to grow up
And everybody does
It’s so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it
You’ll try and try and one day you’ll fly
Away from me

Good morning, son
I am a bird

It was pain
Sunny days and rain
I knew you’d feel the same things

Everybody knows
Tt hurts to grow up
And everybody does
It’s so weird to be back here.
Let me tell you what
The years go on and
We’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it
Oh, we’re still fighting it, we’re still fighting it

And you’re so much like me
I’m sorry

It’s been a month since Michael was born in heaven.

We miss you, Mike.

Death Cab for Cutie - What Sarah Said

And it came to me then that every plan
Is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU
That reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself
That I’ve already taken too much today
As each descending peak on the LCD
Took you a little farther away from me
Away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines
In a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend
On a faulty camera in our minds
And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose
Than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground
As the TV entertained itself

‘Cause there’s no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous faces bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes ‘round and everyone lift their heads
But I’m thinking of what Sarah said
That love, is watching someone die

So who’s gonna watch you die? So who’s gonna watch you die?

—

Please, please pray for my baby nephew, Joseph Michael G. Racoma, who passed away this morning. He was a month and thirteen days old.

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Lemme start this entry with a bit of history.

A few years back, my mother was so conscious of her figure, that every night she would ask us kids, “am I fat?”

Being the lovely kids we are, we always replied, “no mom! You’re sexy! The sexiest mommy of all!”

And thus, the pseudonym Sexy Mom was born.

Now, on with the rant.

Just this afternoon, I received a threat in the comments section of one of my entries. A certain “decent filipino woman” (filipinowoman@gmail.com) was ranting against my mom’s use of her pseudonym. She said,

Your mom is a disgrace to the Filipino women. We have been trying to change the image of the Filipino women in the internet. Foreigners type “filipina” to search for women to have sex. The same kind of people (pedophiles and perverts) type “sexy mom” and it points to your mother . Your mom is an embarassment to our country. Tell her to stop using that name . I know of other mommy bloggers who laugh behind her back because of her pseudonym.

Let this serve as a warning to your family.

Of course, I did not approve the comment (but wtf, I’m posting it here!!! It’s also published here.).

Aaaaanyways.

The “decent” filipino woman said that my mom was a “disgrace to Filipino women” because her use of the pseudonym “Sexy Mom” leads to promotion of perversion in the Philippines.

How?

According to her comment, when perverted foreigners type “sexy mom” in the internet, it points to my mom. And this, the filipino woman says, is a disgrace and an embarrassment

Great.

Let’s do a bit of roleplaying. I’ll be a dirty pervert, looking for some alternative mommy sex. And my mom, plays as herself, the Sexy Mom of the blogosphere.

I go to Google. I type “sexy mom in the philippines” on the box, and then click on “I’m feeling lucky today!”

What pops out?

The D Spot.

Ok then. Sounds naughty enough. Now I start looking for some sexy pictures…

Aaaand… I find none.

What do I get instead?

Tips on Filipino motherhood. On parenting. On learning. On travel. On patriotism.

Filipina sex? None. Malicious pictures? None. Sexy moms having sex? NONE.

So, tell me, “decent” filipino woman. How the heck does this lead to the embarrassment and disgrace of our country?

Don’t you think my mom’s blog is doing otherwise?

Yes, people continue to search for dirty, malicious content by using the keywords “sexy mom.” But instead, what do they get? A wholesome blog.

Rather than promoting how sexy and sex-able Filipinas are, my mom is promoting the Filipina mother in a very wholesome way.

And that, my friend, is nowhere near to saying that the Filipina woman as a foreigner sex object (as how your comment implies).

Does her blog disgrace the country? No. Does her blog embarrass the Filipina woman? No. Does her blog show how good Filipinas are in bed? No.

So here I go again, saying my favorite line…

Before saying anything and attacking the person personally, please, know the person first. And if it’s us bloggers you’re attacking, please, learn how to read before you attack.

What’s so wrong with using a pseudonym?

(Hmmmm. Makes me think… Should I change “Bababa ba?” to Sexy Man? BWAHAHAHAHA)

Happy happy birthday!

To JAngelo, my brother dear. Thanks for being the (weird) kuya that you are. :D Tanda mo na. Goodluck sa pamilya. Goodluck kay JA na maliit (Joseph Angelo Junior? >:) )

To Kim, the “girl bud.” Haven’t seen you for a while. Miss na kita. Dalaga ka na! Hahahaha. Ingat sa pagmamaneho. Nawa’y hindi mo na uli magasgas ang inyong auto. Nagpromise ka na ililibre mo ako. Ang promise na yun, dapat matupad! At pag-laki mo at nagdidirect ka na ng mga sine mo, dapat kunin mo akong artista. Dapat! Hehehe. See you around UP. :)

To Gege, the “lost girl,” the “adik,” the “Susu Soya Queen.” Sayang, iiwan ko na ang Stat at ang StatSoc. Kung kelan pa naman tayo nagsimulang maging close. :p Well, we still have a sem of Math55 together (RHP minus Mic, haha. Sayang kulang tayo). Dalaga ka na rin. Excited na kaming makita ka sa pink dress mo mamayang gabi. Hahaha. See you sa Math and Stat (oo, bibisita pa ako). :)

Muli, happy birthday! :D

Yes, I know that I was the first one to blog in the family. But, but, but, I think my popularity is only third to the J Spot and the Sexy Mom.

“Why?” you may ask.

I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I don’t/didn’t make much effort in networking and reaching out to people. I started blogging for personal reasons (aaahhh, the good old Tabulas days), and I think I’m still keeping it at a somewhat personal level.

I only have a good 15+ feeds on my RSS reader. I only comment on around less than 8 of them.

Yeah. I suck at this networking bit.

Anyways. Getting back to the title. The 2 supreme Racoma bloggers are getting recognition in other media, on areas that they deserve, or even don’t deserve (LOLs at Mom for her cleanliness article). JAngelo was interviewed at the Insider show and is due for another interview (still yet to be confirmed). Mom’s featured in 2 magazine articles (one published just this May, and another is set to be published by July).

So how about me? When will the camera crew and the journalists run after me?

HAHAHAHAHA.

Yesterday, I attended this interview thing for (wannabe) shiftees to NIP’s Physics programs. Although they said in their announcement that it was an interview, it was more of an orientation and a self-evaluation.

It started late. Sheesh. The announcement said to just go to the profs office between 8am-5pm. I arrived there at 11pm just to be asked to return at 2pm.

Of course, since shifting to that course was no joke, they had to ask us if we really really felt that the Physics program we were applying for was indeed for us.

But, since there were around 90+ applicants, individual interviews were out of the question (one prof, 90 students). So, what the department did was to ask us to write an essay.

The question was, “is Physics really for you? Why?”

Wow. Heavy.

I have this tendency of making bola whenever from out of the blue, I’m asked to write an essay. So, bola I did (oh noooo).

It felt like I was applying for a Creative Writing course. :p All these crazy ideas were gushing in my mind as I was writing. Flying atoms, gamma rays, photons, plasma, etc. Lol.

Hahaha. Oh well. Pray that out of the 90+ hopefuls, I would be part of the 60 that they would be accepting.

So anyway, besides that, I’ve been asking myself a lot things recently. Yeah, I know. Emoemoemoemoemoemo. Hahaha. Hay, buhay.

Hello everyone! Hahaha. The past week has been kinda bumpy, building up, until it exploded into yesterday morning’s Math exam. Pray that I pass this time.

Been taking afternoon naps the past few days. Problem is, these supposedly short naps become all-nighters. Next thing I know, I either wake up at 2am, ti find my Mother still working, or at 5am, wherein I would already have to prepare for my 7am class.

So, no more time for computering. :p

Another thing is that our computers have been giving up on us. My brother says it might be due to the heat. Oh well.

Jorel is one of the most frank persons I know. But I didn’t mean that in a bad way. Hahaha.

We bumped into each other last week, after the hellish CRS experience. He told me, “BA! Kamusta? Mukha kang lasing!” (BA! How are you? You look like a drunk!)

Hehehe.

After parking the car this morning, I caught up with him when he was entering the Math building. The usual kamustahan occurs, and then he asks me about how things are going. I just told him everything that have been occuring recently (save the more personal details).

“Wow, pare. Parang ang daming nangyayari sa buhay mo ah.” (Wow, dude. It looks like there are a lot of things happening in your life.”

Well, kinda. But, if you look at how he’s doing, well, he’s busier than me, hehehe.

Oh well.

Math54 is weird. Lessons are super-duper-mega fast forwarded. We take up around 2-4 topics a day. Quizzes almost everyday, and exams are almost once a week.

We had our first exam last Friday.

Aaaaaand

*drumroll*

I nailed it. Err, I mean, I failed it.

Sigh.

Well, the day before the first exam, there was a power outage along Maginhawa Street (yes, only our effin street). So, since there was no hope in studying in candle-light, I had to go with the family to MegaMall.

How the heck could one study in MegaMall???

Yes, I had my own quiet corner corner in Tia Maria’s in the third floor, I had my tall hot white mocha but, studying at home (or in the library) was still different.

The next morning, I felt like a drunk (was lacking in sleep. :p). My stomach, too, was acting up (hyperacidity? loose bowel? irritable bowel syndrome? Am not actually sure but I had 3 trips to the bathroom that afternoon, 2 the previous day).

So, concentration went kaput, and of course, grades went kaboom.

Oh well. I still have 4 more exams. 3LEs and 1 Final exam. If ever I perfect all of those, I can get a 92.5%. If ever I perfect all the quizzes, I get a plus 3% bonus. Totaling to 95.5%

If ever that happens, I’ll get an uno.

Asa, BA, asa.

Well, not quite. :p

Still need to get my life (and sleeping habits!) back on track. Been sleeping at most around 5 hours a night the past week. It’s a good thing that I was able to sleep for around 14 hours last night. Hahaha. Oh well.

Research confirmed that my PSP’s 2GB memory stick is a dud. Sure, it can play games. But, after a week or so, other saved games get corrupted, and eventually, the game itself. I then would have to reformat the whole stick. So, goodbye PSX RPGs, as the save game function is oh-so important.

I asked around, and fake memory sticks retail at around P1350 ($27), while original ones can reach P3500 ($70).

Problem is, I don’t have that kind of money. :p

Anyone know where I can buy, cheap, original memory sticks? :p (wow, cheap and original seems like an oxymoron).