Wow!

It's been a long time since I updated this blog of mine. Last post was February of this year, Man that was like...10 months worth of my life undocumented? Wow, I really need to start writing back more often. I read a few articles that was worthy to be shared here on my blog, I got things on my mind that needs to be said on this journal. Man, talk about catching up...BIG TIME.

In the past ten months I got things going, after the incident on my February blog happened (me and Jessika breaking up), I got a lot of things happening, I got confirmed in my work (I'm a real workforce analyst now) and enjoying every bit of challenges that comes along with the job. Summer went by like a blur with a slur of activities from teambuildings, outings, road trips, and of course night outs. I had a good time, Davao was really becoming home to me again.

Jess called me up one day, sometime around March, with a bombshell. She was pregnant, she was. The bad thing about it was it was not me who did the deed but some other loser. I could not believe it. It was a shock before when Jess called me up saying that she was pregnant, we ended our relationship already and it seemed to me that it was unfair of her to tell me that sort of thing, but I just realized if she didn't told me what happened it would have been hard for me to accept her situation. But now I accept what happened and moved on.

Going back to what happened last March, things got pretty bit twisted. Jess and I broke up for our own reasons but seems that for what ever reasons we had before, we ended up being together again. Call it whatever you like but if you ask me, my love for Jessika never seemed to fade away. I got into relationships here after Jess and I broke up but she was always there, not physically but in my head. I always think of her everytime me and my girlfriend after her were on a date. I always think of her smile, how much she made me feel complete.

We started getting in touch again last September. I was surprised that she dropped a message on my facebook asking how I was doing. I texted her and everything felt right, given Jess' situation (she was pregnant then) everything felt alright. I did not passed on another chance and asked her if I can come back to her life again. Sure enough, she said yes. we talked about her situation and she asked me if I still love her even though she has a kid whom I am not the real father, I eagerly said yes, how can I resist, I still love her, I always do. I even asked her if I can be Franco's dad. I was really happy when she said yes to the idea. I now have 2 people whom I love the most, 2 people I can call a family.

I am now a dad, father, papa, old man, I am thinking of ways now on how to give the best things in life to my child. Franco may not be my own flesh and blood, but I'll give everything (110%) for him to experience a full life. I'll teach him things my dad taught me as a kid, I'll read a book for him before going to bed, teach him sports, and once he gets old enough maybe a drinking spree with his old man can be possible....hahahahaha. I am going to see my family this December and for the first time, hug my baby boy and my lovely wife.

This year has really a lot of going for me. I grew up both mentally and physically. As 2009 is coming to a close, I'll remember all the good time and sad times my life has undergone and will look forward to what 2010 has in store for me and my family. Until then I'm gonna live my life like there's no tomorrow...

Davao, Homecoming. And stuff about my life right now...

Davao, my home town, my place of birth, the place where I learned almost everything to get my life started, my place of refuge.

I got back last November and things had changed since the last time I left, the people I grew up with are not the same person/s I used to know. My home is not the same, a lot changed. I returned home to pick up the pieces that I left home. Pieces about the person I used to be, the person I lost when I left home, all of those pieces seem to be at the same place it used to be.

Jess and I broke up the moment I came back home, she has her issues and I got mine. At first I felt sad about what happened, I love the person and thought that she was the one, I was wrong, due to some unforseen circumstances our one year relationship has to end. Ended it may seem, I still love the person, the person who made me changed, the person who was my bestfriend and my everything. All seem to break the moment she left my life, but Iguess it was for the best, maybe someday we'll meet again and see.

I currently am working for Sutherland Davao as a Workforce Analyst, I had always wanted to be in this position since I started in peoplesupport. I got through my first week with barely a scratch, and I plan to take on the following weeks without getting any errors and mistakes, its hard to be wrong in my job cause it tells upper management of stuff they need to know to get the account running smooth.

I really like Paramore, I like Hailey, she got a cute face and reminds me of someone special right now. She acts cool at every situation she is in and breezes through with grace, just like Hailey minus the red hair of course...

Things may seem to be ok as of now, I dont know what surprises this life of mine has in stored for me but one things for sure that I'm headed somewhere this year out in the prairies of Texas, The Lone Star State, saddle up Carl, you're well on your way.

The Cab Ride I’ll Never Forget

Thought I might share this article I found online. Makes you think about how you see your life and how appreciate the memories of old....

The Cab Ride I’ll Never Forget

By Kent Nerburn

“I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life…”

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living.

It was a cowboy’s life, a life for someone who wanted no boss.

What I didn’t realize was that it was also a ministry.

Because I drove the night shift, my cab became a moving confessional. Passengers climbed in, sat behind me in total anonymity, and told me about their lives. I encountered people whose lives amazed me, ennobled me, and made me laugh and weep.

But none touched me more than a woman I picked up late one August night. I was responding to a call from a small brick fourplex in a quiet part of town. I assumed I was being sent to pick up some partyers, or someone who had just had a fight with a lover, or a worker heading to an early shift at some factory for the industrial part of town.

When I arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.

Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation.

Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked. “Just a minute”, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

“Would you carry my bag out to the car?” she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.

“It’s nothing”, I told her. “I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated.”

“Oh, you’re such a good boy”, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, “Could you drive through downtown?”

“It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quickly.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.”

I looked in the rear view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.

“I don’t have any family left,” she continued. “The doctor says I don’t have very long.”

I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. “What route would you like me to take?” I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, “I’m tired. Let’s go now.”

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse.

“Nothing,” I said.

“You have to make a living,” she answered.

“There are other passengers”.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

“You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,” she said. “Thank you.”

I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware - beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

Worst Album Covers

A collection of insane, mundane, and what-the-hell-they-were-thinking album covers ever conceived by the recording industry. Talk about desperate marketing strategies.

HERE THEY ARE...

This should've been back to the SH*T.

You wished....

Altar boys BEWARE...

AAAAAARRRGGGHHH...CHEST HAIRS...THE HORROR...

Ever wonder what would Scrooge look like during Christmas...

Yes he's happy...very very happy...

Captain Hook the early years....

This would actually sell if only not for the mustache...

Hi Ed! Now start singing!

Millie has her own ways...

Here's a couple of crazy ideas...

Cow on weed...

Satin bell bottoms were the in thing back then...

Photographer: Love the tongue Mylon...come on...love the tongue!

One hit wonder in Israel...
(and it's for a dollar!)

Jesus?...

...

I wonder how'd they signed their contract...

What's a SHORB? Anybody?...

So Gay...

Again...Jesus?...is that you?

Look for the Gay guy and win a trip to the country with him...

Look at me...here I am...Loooove me....(lacoste pa ang t-shirt ng pota)

Something you get when you kick a guitarist in the balls...

Hope the smell's not that funky...

Guess the concept...anyone?..

Y-M-C-A...

GORA MGA BAKLUSH!! BORTA ITECH!!

Threesome: Guy in the middle is having fun while the guy in front feels a dick up his ass.

HOBO with a recording contract...

Crazy eyes.

Porn and record album cover at the same time...

Check out the hair...

Joyce Brothers prior to becoming a psychiatrist.

What the F*CK were you thinking?...

The hair of the woman in the middle is the 5th member of the group.

STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!

Poor Julie...

The guy dancing looked like he was ass f*cked...

I'll never dance with these guys...

Wonder what shocked her...

ahhhhh...the 80's...

Hurt

Pain is inevitable in a person's life, a human is not a human if he or she does not feel pain, pain comes in many form be it physical or mental. But is pain neccesary in a relationship? How come everytime two people dont understand each other end up hurting the other?

I am hurting right now, hurting because the person whose supposed to understand me does not exist anymore, hurting because I am yearning to see the person I fell in love with. Jessika tells me that I have to understand her but the thing is I understood her completely its just that she has this personality that does not back down if she feels the situation is not in favor with her. I tried talking to her about it but still refuses to believe me, saying taht its me whose supposed to backdown and understand her, its like she's telling me that I stop caring about her and just not care at all. But the thing is I lover her so much that I would die if I dont even speak to her or be with her.

We just had a fight yesterday, she says she was too busy with her work that she was not able to even say hello to me using the texting service, it really saddens me that before she started work she was just like any other girl, sweet caring, loving. But now she completely changed, started cursing, using profane words, and even started not caring much about me, I was completely replced by her work. She sometimes insists that she had enough time for me but that time falls over the weekends, yes sir, Saturday and Sunday. I for one THINK, WORRY, LOVE, her 7 days a week, even if I am so busy I would give 5 minutes of my time for her, ANYTIME.

I love Jessika and not about to give up on her, I just wish that sooner or later the hurting stops, she'll changed, I'll change, and we'll both be happy, Or I would not resort to not caring about her just so not to bother her chosen interest.

Bad Domain Names

All of these are companies that didn't spend quite enough time considering how their online names might appear - and be misread...

1. Who Represents is where you can find the name of the agent that represents any celebrity. Their Web site is
   www.whorepresents.com/
   
   
2. Experts Exchange is a knowledge base where programmers can exchange Advice and views at
   www.expertsexchange.com/
   
   
3. Looking for a pen? Look no further than Pen Island at
   www.penisland.net/
   
   
4. Need a therapist? Try Therapist Finder at
   www.therapistfinder.com/
   
   
5. There's the Italian Power Generator company,
   www.powergenitalia.com/
   
   
6. And don't forget the Mole Station Native Nursery in New South Wales,
   www.molestationnursery.com/
   
   
7. If you're looking for IP computer software, there?s always
   www.ipanywhere.com/
   
   
8. The First Cumming Methodist Church Web site is
   www.cummingfirst.com/
   
   
9. And the designers at Speed of Art await you at their wacky Web site,
   www.speedofart.com/

Baby Tips

For those who are expecting they're newborns. Here are some simple tips to help you raise your little hell raiser the right way.