Ok. Now I’m tagging the first 10 blog readers who get to view this! I don’t like to name names, so no pressure.

Not just God, but I believe in the Holy Trinity and I don’t care if we can’t explain it in logic. I know I have no time to pray in long litany, and I feel guilty about it, but despite that, I am a firm believer of the catholic world; deeply rooted.

Seriously? As in Grey’s Anatomy type of seriously? Hmmm. Allow me to answer this in compartmentalize manner:

A.) Career-wise, not really.
Although my old time friends were awed, I don’t think I’d cheer. There’s still too much to consider, like taking up sub-specialty. Medicine is a dynamic learning, we are forever training. Everybody is moving forward and I have to catch-up or I’ll be left behind. I’d rather be delayed in blogging, at least the cyberworld doesn’t leave you, right?

B.) Love life and Family life, Yes, I am happy.
I am seriously, contented with Shaun, Egan and Guillan. But I am not a housewife material, I am a goal-oriented working mom and am willing to work my butt off for them. My husband has to remind me to stop and pause for a while. Then I have to tell myself from time to time that ‘if I can’t be a tree, then be a bush, but be the best bush’. Sounds familiar huh? I’ve been carrying that quote for a while. Since high school. But still, I hate to be an underachiever in this competitive field though I keep convincing myself that there will always be those who are better, and I just have to wait for my time and never rush up.

My Lolo Diego who died many years ago. I was his first grandchild and I was lavished with love and attention. I used to run into him and hug him. I longed to do that right now and hear his words of wisdom, his wit and care. He wanted me to take geriatrics, I chose IM instead, and he had never seen me finished off the training, he died during my residency at 95 years old.

No, I find it too intimidating or easy.

Nope, never heard of this until my college years, over a movie.

Yes, still. And I don’t think of it as being too far off from reality. I like believing in Santa, it keeps that child in me, not necessarily staying immature, but growing up in a jolly way. It was in grade 6 that I discovered Santa was a make-believe defense of the grown-ups, so we behave ourselves. Quite too old to discover the truth huh? I’d like to pass the tradition to my children because I find it challenging writing to Santa gifts I wished and promising never to do bad things again. What a laugh it could have been as a parent, wouldn’t it be nice to do the reverse role? I’d like to try.

hmmm Yes, and hell too.

Nope. I don’t think that’s possible. There has to be a close encounter, like a small talk, over a cup of coffee or whatever.

Yes. I hate to break the news that this person is a hopeless case, or in few moments now, days/months maybe, he/she will die. But as I am trained to prime the ones who will be left behind, to prepare themselves on the big possibilities, sometimes I remind them that God is still the great healer, not us. So yes, sometimes, in the medical world where I am in, there’s still a miracle, some unexplainable things that cannot be found in our textbooks. I’d cross my fingers for that. The Lord our healer gets the final decision, not us. Doctors are just caretakers of his creations.

Yes, though I need constant reminders

I was always a cry baby even on strangers we tried to rescue during my training days. At least now, I can control myself and hide my emotions during codes at ER. As days went by, I got used to accepting deaths. I fear I might turn into stone exhibiting that detached affect during CPR, knowing you are at the spotlight of the hysterical crowd of relatives.

No, why would I be? I’m a good girl so far.

Break my heart first and I’ll break yours big time you’ll never forget. This one I have always asked the Lord to please spare me, as I am weak not to seek revenge. I’m still working on this stupid character of mine.

What? Hell, no! I have saved somebody, yes. I have seen deaths most of the time during my residency, but I was never been pointed as the culprit of death. Of course, we intend to save lives.

No. I wish I’ve learned karate, but my piano teacher was against it. And my parents were too overly protective, they might as well give me a bodyguard.

Almost; the moment when mom went so strict, but I never did. I was silently rebellious but obviously obedient. She was right, as I realized it later in my life.

Yes, sun glasses, many times. I still have 20/20 vision and I’m not on contacts

Hesitant. Who would like a trouble maker? At least he could still think first and be logical than jumping over.

Relationship, I’m a deeply committed girl. At least, in a relationship, you knew somehow, there’s a direction. If you love being hooked-up, whether you are tied down to someone but never deeply involved, you’ll both end up in nowhere one of these days. People who are afraid of commitment are either coward and irresponsible, or still in search of someone else. Those who are in search for so long might grow old not getting married, looking for the qualities they once have one time in their past.

Sensitive, I think most girls would like that. Wouldn’t it be good to recognize that you are angry, jealous or sad, without putting you into embarrassment? Men loves it if you are sensitive to their needs, especially when dealing with their insecurity and ego. They love to be felt needed, and important. Next time, be sensitive to your man if you don’t want them to be loud and bold, like telling you how their crushes approached them, or how their ex-GFs did stuffs those days, or how he thought he was being fought over with, or how he thought he was one of a kind unforgettable by many. Their being loud sometimes is brought about by your insensitivity over his insecurities in life.

Arms are just for show. Touching the stomach’s grooved muscles feels sexier. Yes it is hidden unless you’ve taken the shirt off, but isn’t it exciting and thrilling what surprise awaits you?

I like both. Being romantic may not last forever, but being spontaneous is. It is always romantic at the start of a relationship and romanticism may last for several years, 3 years or so maybe. After that, corny stuff may not be amusing anymore. That’s when creativity and spontaneity has to take place, or else, you might end up in the arms of someone else.

Taller, because I’m short. Especially if you are already discussing children, consider the genes. Good thing my husband is tall.

Definitely the eyes. I love my husbands eyes, I’d kissed it everyday. During high school days, my crushes were the chinitos. And I’ve been crazy over Romnick Sarmenta at one time. Yaiks! now i think he is so baduy.

Yes I haven’t got enough, yet. I’m thinking maybe infectious diseases, endocrinology or diabetology. When? It now depends on my family. As of the moment, I’m still feeding my baby, up till he walks on his own. Sigh…plans do change when you’re a mother.

I already am, and proud to be in that position. I am the type of person who could tell the world ‘Hey! I’m married!’, rather than the “sshhh…” it out.

Already have two sons. Though I wished I have a girl, I think its enough. My world became more colorful and full of life when my children arrive, each one have different style and talent, yet both are able to love you in their own way. Nothing could ever replace that, even an offending blogger couldn’t topple that down.

My kids and my husband to wake up, prepared breakfast for them is already set at the dining table.

Make my usual rounds, go to my clinic, spend time with my family afterwards.

Rico Blanco, I really love this man. He is so extraordinary. He could compose sensible songs, play musical instruments, and could sing quite well too.

Baguio, and got sick there too. And I couldn’t forget the turn of events that happened thereafter. When I recovered from sickness, I immediately went to Los Banos Laguna to be enrolled in UPLB, because I got admitted in BS Bio. But my overprotective moif truth be told changed her mind due to that sickness. Even if my cousins and aunts lived there, she sent me back to Davao. But of course, I’m happy because I met my husband here in Davao.

Grade 3, Jayson... I used to pick him up during the “farmer in the dell” activity. Am I too early to have a crush?

Japanese spitz dog named Dollar. I’m a pet lover, dogs and cats, maina bird that talks, and fishes too, but Queenie, will forever be in my heart, that half-breed poodle I have in college.

Kindergarten Alphabet Contest…, the photos are still with me.

5 yrs old. I remember using the “walis tingting” in the pierced sites, oh mom.

The permanent one? None. But I always like to have one, so I used the temporary tattoo that my kid used to keep too.

Yes, every now and then. (I hope my husband won’t read this, lol)

If you’re a doctor you need a phone, even when you sleep because you have to be on-call 24/7. A handy camera will do for documenting uncommon cases but that I don’t carry around too much except on outdoors.

I believe jumpers are seasonal trends. It all ended up in my closet. Jeans are my best collection, dependable even for years. What’s not dependable is the size of my waist and hips that varies in years too!

During my younger years, I like loud music, banging my fingers on a keyboard. Nowadays, I mellowed down and listen to soft rhythm. So I like the environment to be quite. Tumatanda na ata ako.