♥ 45th Monthsary ♥

October 03, 2008 - Out 45th monthsary. I never thought time can fly by so fast that we can even hardly notice the massive changes that's happening around us, between us and within us.

That at some point in my life, I was once a punk rock chic, whose life is centered with having fun, hanging out with friends, venturing my love-life, ended up with a broken heart, soul and dignity. There's also a point in my life where I'm on top of my league, getting and doing exactly what I wanted out of its impossibility. A pedestal, is what how everyone sees me. Lastly a point, just so little part of my life that I barely even give attention of, BEING ME.

The first part of that 45 months, I was walking in life like a zombie, not really sure If I should be out there with the rest of the dead people and continue living in hell or fight against that fact and find a cure.

One day, the hero and I crossed paths, I attacked him for the reason that I AM A ZOMBIE, I attack people, hurt them, eat them til they become my own kind. Yet the hero carrying the one and only cure, neither dodged nor used his weapon against me to save his very own existence. Unaware of his being immune to such kind of monstrosity, he tied me with him, injected me the cure, kept me clinging on to him. Inspite of me, confused of what this hero is trying to do to me, if he's ending my despair by killing me or bringing me into a life, nobody knows If I'd be able to live with.

The hero stayed there, right beside me, until I finally came to my human senses and realized how dangerous and noble this hero has done to me. He revived me out of the evil inside me.

Being grateful was never enough in exchange of the marvelous deed he's done. Eventually, after many attempts of violent reaction left from the cure, the disease went away. And that left me with love, friendship, respect and trust for the hero whom I've learned and nourished those genuine things from. If not for this hero, I would have been the same Zombie: ruthless, faithless, insensitive, I used to be.

♥ Lauriana Akeesha's 30th week ♥

The light is visible at the end of the tunnel! Your oversized self and amazing growing baby have finally reached the single digits (in terms of weeks till birth)! The fine lanugo hair that has been growing all over their little monkey-like body is going to start falling off this week in preparation for the big day. But don’t be shocked if they’re hairier than you’d anticipated, some babies keep their lanugo until after birth. Still, it’s not any cause to be concerned as it will fall off eventually. No surprises here: your little porker is getting even cuter with increasingly pudgy arms and legs this week thanks to the ever-growing layers of subcutaneous fat. In terms of numbers, your baby should be weighing in at around 3 pounds 12 ounces (or more!) and be nearly 16 inches long.

♥ 8 Random Things ♥

Yeah I LOVE THIS! Eight (8) Random Things. Thanks Dane for filling me in your list of persons to be tagged, to think I'm the first. You know too well that I like 8, only you should have placed me on the 8th place for consistency. Anyway, I still appreciate the thought, thanks again.

Moreover, the 8 random things about me that I guess peeps haven't heard about yet are:

1. Last December 30, 2007, I had my long hair relaxed to create an impression in welcoming the new year of 2008. The night of December 30, not really sure what had gotten into my mind, but I took a shower before sleeping. The morrow, I woke up and vanity struck first into me so I went out to check my hair. As soon as I faced the mirror while combing my hair through my fingers, I was shock and nervous to realize that my hair was damaged, burned, ruined! I cried and cried out of frustration and pity for my hair, my money, my goal of welcoming the new year with nice. long and shiny hair. Dammit! I was crying, sobbing and screaming like a baby that time that my mother thought I was pregnant or something. Even my neighbors thought so too. But I didn't give a damn about what they think as to what was I crying for. So I cried over burned hair, that wasn't easy, why don't you guys try it then so you'll know.

2. There's this one time during my childhood which I barely remember of doing but my brother insists that I did. They left me sleeping home alone after bribing that they'll bring me with them to the grocery. I woke up realizing that I was alone and locked up, I went to our window standing over the edge screaming and crying, "God, please help me! uhuhuhuhuhu".... lol I can't remember doing so but for sure I know that I did since I was a bit of an actress during my childhood years. lol


3. I memorize all of Madonna's songs from her first 3 albums.

4. I almost committed suicide using a pusher. So shallow and ineffective. Boo me.

5. I already made a name for my baby boy, for future purposes, Grecko Japhar Rodriguez. So don't you ever use that name or else I'll curse you, for real! That's a threat...

6. I'm an elementary dropout.

7. I hit my 3rd grade classmate's head using a "scrub/bunot". He pissed me a lot and that's what he got. I still think he deserves more than that. Devil in me speaks.

8. I used to listen to Vinyl records. Blast from the past drama.

Done. Now the fellow bloggers I hope to do this tag with me are:

1. Hazel

2. Joanna

3. Joy

4. Molit

5. Orellie

6. Raquel

7. Chai

8. Ronald

And the RULES are:

1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

♥ Lauriana Akeesha on her 29th week, info taken from baby-gaga.com ♥

If you’ve been feeling butterflies moving around in your belly, it’s not just your run-of-the-mill pre-birth performance anxiety. No, it’s your amazing baby with a case of the hiccups: a fairly common occurrence at this point resulting from practicing breathing for their big birthday. In addition, to getting a round of butterfly-like hiccups, your little swimmer has arduously managed to accumulate enough baby fat to account for nearly 3.5% of their overall body weight. Yeah, compared to we adults, it’s not a lot, but when they’re little like that—it’s certainly a healthy (and warming) accomplishment in its way. Another fantastic accomplishment: your baby's spleen is now in charge of hematopoiesis—the 10 dollar name for the process involved in building up certain important blood components. Another fantastic-accomplishment: your little monkey has been peeing into their amniotic sac for a little while now (this is why potty training takes a while) and if you didn’t know, actually swallows it along with the rest of the amniotic fluid. Although the concept is nasty, their urine is sterile and as part of the amniotic fluid base, is replaced several times throughout the day. So if you didn’t know before, now you can tell people, that yes, you drank your own urine—you were still in the womb, but nonetheless, you’ve been there.

♥ Tag-tag-tag from Molit-lit-lit ♥

Molit had tagged Me, Myself and I ... Thanks...

Here’s the rule…

Click copy/paste, type in your answers and tag three people in your list! Don’t forget to change my answers to the questions with that of yours.

1. Places I go over and over

♥ Home

♥ Office

♥ Church

2. People who e-mails me regularly

♥ Friendster Updates
♥ Horoscope Updates
♥ Group Updates


3. Five of my favorite places to eat?

♥ Chowking
♥ McDonald's
♥ RGR Bakery

4. Places you’d rather be?

♥ Beach
♥ Hill
♥ Home

5. Five TV shows I could watch over and over.

♥ Detective Conan
♥ Sex and the City
♥ El Cuerpo del Deseo...lol

I will forward this tag to my ever friends:

♥ Mary Dane
♥ Shamai
♥ Raquel

♥ August almost over ♥

♥The 8th month of the year 2008, may be almost over but that doesn't stop me from living normally and still plan ahead for my life, my baby, my family.

My dream may have not came to reality but I know it will and it'll be more special than I expect them to be.

Thank God for this another month. May you always guide and protect me, my baby and bebeh and the rest of my loved ones. Amen+

♥ Keesha on her 27th week ♥

Lauriana Akisha's update on her fetal development on her 27th week and still counting. 12 weeks more to go...

So here's an update taken from baby-gaga.com:

Your not-so-tiny-anymore brilliant baby(about 2 pounds and 14.5 inches long!) is slowly rotating in preparation to “head out.” Obviously, this doesn’t happen overnight, but when you start to feel an unfamiliar pressure on your cervix, you’ll know you’ve got a fully flipped baby locked and loaded for the countdown to their birthday! Even now, at the beginning of the third trimester, their little lungs are already capable of breathing air while the pulmonary vascular system can provide sufficient gas exchange and the central nervous system can generally regulate rhythmic breathing as well as their basal body temperature. For what it’s worth, at this point in a healthy pregnancy a premature child (with intensive care) could easily win on the show: “Survivor: The Early Years.”

My Fill-ins

Thanks Raquel for forwarding this tag to me.

Players: Laurie YOUR BLOG WHERE YOU POST THIS TAG.

My roommate and I once: sleep in one room, duh?!

Never in my life have I: eaten BALOT and I don't have any plans of breaking it. YUCK!

High school was: second best among my students years. College years will always be my NUMBER 1!!

When I’m nervous: I just try to relax, breathe in, breathe out then I'm over it.

My hair: is short and black.

When I was 5: I already have 2 or 3 crush-es. Early bloomer... lol

When I turn my head left: I try to think that it's empty.

I should be: submitting my report by now. lol

By this time next year: I'm still living happy with my Bebeh Damulag and my Baby Akisha. :-D

My favorite aunt is: no one. I never met any of them in person.

I have a hard time understanding: my bf's mom.

You know I like you if: you're always there beside me, it makes me feel safe.

My ideal breakfast is: french fries and chicked lauriat! Yum3x

If you visit my home town: you'll say that you never left Davao since my home town is Davao. lol

If you spend the night at my house: don't expect that you can sleep, because we'll be up all night chit-chatting. lol

The animal I would like to see flying besides birds: elephants! like Dumbo!!!

I shouldn’t have been: this happier if not for this wonderful blessing, my baby kisha.

Last night I: I was working.

A better name for me would be: Laurie.

I’ve been told I look like: Denise Richards *my friend's mom said*. Anyone else, no doubt they told me so. lol

If I could have any car, it would be: a flying car! Futuristic eh.

I want to share this tag to: Lili Vale, Joanna & Molit

Kisha on her 26th week

Ever wonder, how my baby's doing by this week. She's on her 26th week now. So that's 13 WEEKS more to go before her arrival, isn't that exciting?! I'm so excited. Yepee!

So here's an update taken from baby-gaga.com:

At long last, your little swimmer can see the womb! Your miracle’s little eyelids have finally separated (they were fused closed previously) and they’re probably having their first moments of sight as you read this (or maybe it already happened while you were brushing your teeth or watching Oprah or something). In addition to seeing their little studio in your belly, they’ve recently acquired the ability to say “yes” and “no” in rudimentary sign language as they can now move their head back and forth.

This is also the time where your little super star’s head hair is starting to grow! A cute little cowlick or two may be springing into position right now, getting ready for years of cute-but-stubborn bed-head. Also, their toenails have grown in and you little raisin continues to slowly pile up fat beneath their still-loose skin.

Most importantly, brain tissue and neurons are all developing at a rapid pace, increasing their (genius-level?) brain activity and will continue to function at accelerated levels for the first seven to eight years of childhood!

Kickass Blogger Award

Wow! I never ever imagined myself as one nor in my dreams yet, I was awarded with this. Thanks Raquel for this award.

Here are the rules: Do you know any bloggers that kick ass? Maybe they’ve got incredible, original content. Or they’re overflowing with creativity. Is it someone that helps you become a better blogger? Or a bloggy friend you know you can count on? Or maybe it’s someone who simply inspires you to be a better person… or someone else who sends you to the floor, laughing your ass off. Whatever the reason may be, I’m sure you know at least a couple of bloggers that kick ass. Well… why not tell ‘em so?

LOVE ON ‘EM

Choose 5 bloggers that you feel are “Kick Ass Bloggers” Let ‘em know in your post or via email, twitter or blog comments that they’ve received an award . Share the love and link back to both the person who awarded you and back to www.mammadawg.com . Hop on back to the Kick Ass Blogger Club HQ to sign Mr. Linky then pass it on!

Let me share this award to my fellow Co-Bloggers:
1. Mary Dane
2. Chai
3. Shamai
4. GJ
5. Orellie

The Day you said "You like me"

August 15, 2004 at NCCC Mall B3

Who would have thought, 4 years since then that we'd really be together. You know how I used to never been able to imagine you and me being together yet here we are.

Against all odds: friends, family, differences, will and odd circumstances.

I love you so much Hinahon, my forever man. mwahugz

Chores Meme

A tag from Raquel:This meme is pretty simple.Here are the rules:

1. List down the household chores you hate and why. Do you think you can survive without helpers and nannies?
2. Copy the image.
3. Tag as many girlfriends you want, the daddies and hubbies can also join.
4. Add your blog’s link in the domesticated divas linky love. You can add all your blogs.
5. Leave me a comment and I’ll add you up in the masterlist.

Domesticated Divas:

Living the Healthy Life / Stripe & Yellow / Vanity Kit / Mind Bubbles / Something Purple / Em's Detour / Me,Myself+2 / Kidd Designs / FunFierce Fabulous / Ozzy's Mom / Insights from the Grocery Cart / Living A' La Mode / God's Best Gift / MommyAllehs Up-Close and Personal / My Precious Niche / Just Me..Eds / Eds Mommy Life / Mommy Talks / Aggie Shoots. Aggie Scraps / All Kinds of Me Stuff / The Salad Caper / Winding Creek Circle / InkBabyStudios / My Happy Place / I am Dzoi / Suburban Sass / To the Moon and Back / Raising Sandy / All Things Me / Because Life is Fun / Feels like Home / Growing Up with Bea / My Life...my own piece of Heaven / Arlene's Random Ramblings / Life's All About / Bojoy-Box of Nice Things / I am Missing uu so Much / Sudden Twist to Bliss


House Chores I hate:

* Wiping the windows -> with the heat outside, I can't stand it. Also, due to height-inferiority I need to get myself a stool just to be able to reach the top. It sucks!

* Applying floor wax -> I hate its smell. I hate staying on squat for a long time that when I stand up I get dizzy (I'm anemic).

* Cleaning the yard -> It's really hot outside. I'll just do it if I feel like doing it so don't nag on me.

* Cleaning the bathroom -> Duh?! Depends on the mood.

* Laundry -> particularly handwashing.

I am now tagging: Rosavi, Raphael, Gerald and Shamai

Lucky Baby - all eight (8)

You wouldn't believe this mates, neither do I when I first read this on Yahoo! Odd news.

Name: Hailey Jo Hauer
Birthdate: August 8, 2008
Birth time: 8:08 am
Weight: 8 pounds and 8 ounces

Amazing huh?! That sure made me jealous. But nah, thanks anyway, I don't want my baby Lauriana Akisha to come out premature, nah-uh! No way!

Another thing they didn't notice though was the first letter of the baby's First Name and Last Name, "H".
Well, if you'll count it, "H" is the eigth() letter in the alphabet. Also, if you'll add up the number of letters of her first name, "H-A-I-L-E-Y-J-O", the total is 8 letters. Not sure if that's still a coincidence or merely a fact that her mother gave her. Either way, that kid sure is lucky and I hope she'll be lucky and have a good life.

Yepee! IT'S MY DAY! 08-08-08

Finally, this day arrives, August 08, 2008, or 08-08-08. Whew!

Wow, if given the chance, I would have proposed to GJ long ago and set our wedding on this day and starts at 8:08 p.m. Well, there's no way I can turn back the time now, since it's too late and I wasn't given the chance either. Like duh, why whould I propose to him? He should be the one who'll propose since he's the guy. (Yeah right, I used to act like a guy but that's beyond the point, a'ryt!)

So, today came and I'm still not engaged but I'm still attached and of course head over heels in love with the man whom I so much adore for almost 4 years now and the father of my baby Lauriana Akisha.

Things may have not turn out the way I dreamt them to be. Anyway, the day isn't over yet though, it's just starting, it's still 2:32 am and I have a long way to go and still have more things that I can do to make this day SPECIAL.

Hmmm, hope I can think of ways which I haven't yet done before that I can do today. Of course, with the people I care about around me to help me out. Right guys?! I can't hear ya! Nah, I know they're all there. LOL

So GJ, I'm daring you, what are you gonna do to make this day special for me? Huh?! I dare you guys, make this day special for me, something I'll never ever forget.

REMEMBER: The next 08-08-08 comes a thousand years from now. I won't live that long to make my dreams come true but you guys can still make it special. Thanks.

Special mention to Roger for being the first one to greet me, and Molit, second person to greet, they know it's my day. So as to Gerald for giving me an image I can use for this post. Thanks guys

The Late Update

Sorry guys, for the late news. Been busy, finding a hard time getting my fingers type about this post. Last July 14, 2008, was GJ's birthday and so as my Ultrasound day, the day which we'll be finding out whether this lil angel in me is a boy or a girl. We were so excited to find it out, especially seeing that expression of excitement on GJ's face. Oh, you guys should've seen. Anyway, I know that GJ wanted a boy and that it would be the most beautiful gift he'd receive ever in his life. But of course I told him, whether a boy or a girl as long as it's normal, healthy and complete, that would be more than a gift to me. So as to stop the pressure for the baby.

We went to Ricardo Limso Medical Center for the process, bad thing, the room is closed. Good thing on the other hand, my OB suggested this clinic that offers ultrasound. As I was waiting for my turn, I can feel baby moving inside me, feeling excited too for us to find out its gender. And so, the doctor's apprentice walked me inside the room and instructed me to lie down and feel comfortable and all that. Then the doctor came to me, placed a gel on my tummy, (that was a cold one) and started rubbing this device on my tummy and the monitor in front of me starts to show white images, the xray sort of thing. After a few tries of locating my baby's position inside, there it appeared so clearly to me, the head, legs, feet, hands. It's curled, the way baby's do inside so as its heartbeating, oh so nice. It's like a rhythm, a beautiful melody. If only I could record that. The doctor then asked us if we wanted to know our baby's gender, if you only knew, I could have almost shout at her, "Hell yeah! That's what we're here for, duh?!" Good thing, I'm so happy, I have no time for the bad aura coming out of me. So we simply said, "Yes" with all glee. So the doctor, further delved the device on my tummy I was like, "Hey, you might hurt my baby" because she was like delving it like poking it hard with that device. But knock2, that's a doctor you're cursing, that's what I said to myself and made my mind stop talking nonsense.

All caps, A-N-Y-W-A-Y, back to the real thing. The doctor, poked my tummy even harder to find the right position in order to find out whether it's a cheese burger or a hotdog sandwich, LOL. THEN, she said, that it's a GIRL. Honestly, a pang of disappointment hit me, I sure saw that too on GJ's face, but I know too well that there's no more room for that now, since baby girl, Lauriana Akisha is in me. She's too glad for us to know that shes' a SHE and most especially, she's so far normal and complete. And for that thought, I know we are blessed. It's a gift. I won't let anyone disappoint my baby neither do I let GJ nor myself.

Thank God, my baby is alright and great. The best advance gift both for my birthday and christmas.

COFFEE AWARD

Wow, thanks Raquel although I'm not much of a coffee fanatic, but for real thanks for always keeping me updated on your Friend Activities.

A perfect blend of Friendship Award

Thanks Raquel for these Awards, I could not ask for more than being happy of meeting you in my life. Hope these values gets us to an everlasting friendship.

Little Kickboxer in me

I've always been excited to feel that feeling to have those "butterflies in your tummy". Always makes me wonder, how it really feels like. Is it going to be painful, ticklish or something? Until my 4th month, there I started to feel something weird moving in me. It's ticklish and then suddenly that WHAPAAK! OMG! was it my baby? Did my baby just kick? T'was so exciting like I'm watching an action-packed movie and there's guns here and bombs there. A bit exaggerating, huh. Been weeks now and I'm still not used to having a kickboxer inside of me. At times, it makes me imagine having a mini-Spiderman in here crawling in my womb. Also like a swimmer, who swims back and forth but without a race. Since then, been my habit to keep the stethoscope on my headboard just to check what it's doing inside. So nice listening to it move, like bubbles popping, splish-splashing, imagine under water, that's exactly how it sounds. Everytime my baby moves/kicks, gives me question as to what exactly is he/she doing in there. Could it be playing, feeling uncomfortable so it's trying to find a better position, hungry, or what? Leaves me wondering all the time. Daddy even tries to make it a point before we sleep to talk to it so it'd behave and rest with us. I know, it's having a rough day too just like me. So, I make it a point to soothe it by talking to it, reading stories to it at times and even sing (knowing it's such an agony to hear me singing...hahaha)

Oh baby, I love you so much. Your Dad loves you very much too. We're so excited to see but we can wait until your full term has come. While waiting just sit back, hold on, be strong and healthy. I'm always praying to God for our safety, your good health, being normal, strong and complete, full of love and of wisdom. I love you baby, my little Spiderman, my tiny swimmer, my child.

From Bebeh to Daddy

Today, my hubby and I are celebrating our 42nd "monthsary" (that's 3 years and 6 months).

I love you bebeh. Or should I say, Daddy?

Been almost 4 years now since we've known each other. It's really a long and complicated of which I apologize because I can't blurt out the whole story. It's just too long. Anyway, now I'm having a hard time on practicing calling my hubby, "Daddy" or "Dad", since I've been used to calling him "Bebeh" or "Beh" for roughly 4 years now. It's just not that easy. But I need to, so that our baby will know how to call his father as "Daddy" once he arrives into this world.

Sometimes, I know I get our baby confused everytime I mention baby, since there are 3 babies in the house. My niece, Bridgette, of which I call "baby", my hubby, of which I call "bebeh" and this little swimmer inside me, which of course I also call "baby". Can't call it by its real name yet as to we haven't found out yet whether it's boy or girl. That's what we're going to find out on my hubby's birthday, which is also Check up/Ultrasound Day. So mates, watch out for that!

I gotta start calling my hubby from now on, "Daddy". I love you Daddy.

Thanks for always being there, so patient, so loving, so caring, so responsible, so loyal. If not for your being so kind, we wouldn't have ended this way, a happily ever after.

I love you so much and I know that you know and you can feel that. Been keeping my promise and I will forever stick to that, no matter what happens.

I love you and I appreciate every effort that you do and most of all admire your determination in achieving your dreams. I'm sorry if I may make you feel tied down sometimes, but I've always wanted you to achieve them. I'm happy if you're happy because I love you.

Congratulations, you're becoming a father now and I, a mother. I know we'll be well, God is with us, nobody can ever stand against us.

I love you Daddy and I love you baby.

Hi to Pregnancy!

So just after reading the title, what were you thinking? I bet a lot of you knows about it already, that's why for the knowledge of the others, I'm posting this! Been carrying this blessing for 18 weeks and 4 days now. Shocked to hear that "I" called this a blessing? I can't blame you, as for many of the people who knew me don't label as that optimistic, fond of babies and wanna-have-a-family-at-young-age type of person. People know me as a person who'd want to achieve more and always being on top of my game, but as the old saying goes, "People change." So, why can't I?

God, you wouldn't believe me if I'd say that since last year, I've already decided on what to name to my future baby in case, it's a boy or a girl. Addicted as I am to number 8, it's been my dream to be married on August 8, 2008 or 8-8-8. The luckiest day for Chinese people (it's been lucky for me before knowing about that though). I'm such an 8 freak that everything that has 8, I go gaga over it and sometimes, take it as a good sign for a good happening. Because of this, I often
get myself to arguing with my teammates who luckily got that number on their shirt, pestering them to swap with me. Sad to say, they don't want to trade with me and it sure pisses me but anyway, still pisses me when I remember it. *sniff* *sniff*

Before the year 2008 struck, I was already hoping I'd have a good luck on that mystifying year. Superstitious I can be sometimes, I searched the internet (Yahoo! horoscope, as always) about 2008 horoscope under my sign. Kapoosh! There it was, the prediction just hit the right spot, "Be
married.....and have a baby."

Since the time I yahooed the net, can't stop thinking about it already. A pang of enlightenment and fulfillment of the prediction filled my whole system. Like I've been SO CERTAIN, backed up by my gut feeling that the prediction and my dream will connive on 2008.

When March 2008 came, the period I so wished not to come, didn't come! I've never been delayed in my entire womanhood, only advanced. As any normal woman would do, I waited for days and weeks before concluding, 3 weeks after my expected first day of period to be exact. After many days of hoping for the period not to come, then and there, my hubby and I bought two PT. After the result, just as I thought, I never felt any regret nor fear, just pure happiness and excitement that it's positive.

From that day on, I rarely feel fear but never guilt nor regret. I always counted myself as one of the lucky woman who completely welcomes this arrival. Pitying those who ignore and feel ashame about it. Shame on you, you don't deserve that blessing. Should have been given to unfortunate barren women who've always wanted to carry, bear and have a child.

I detest listening to news about babies being abandoned and preggies who undergo abortion. F.U.!

Anyway, enough of the swearing. I'm just so happy. It's real and exciting. Now, you know mates that I've changed. Change of opinion and maternal instinct, both of these may have conquered me but I can never revoke from these. I've welcomed it with open arms and legs, everything that I can open just to welcome it.

And so mates, now, this is me, I'm happy for me so be happy for me.