Mama Mia

(Author's Note: This blog was originally published last May 13, 2012. Re-posting it for Mother's Day 2017 with updates / edits.)

When my father passed away last December 2010, everyone was worried about my mom. Because they are aware of her medical condition, the focus was actually on her, “Kumusta na (ang) mama mo (How is your mom)?”

To most people, she is a fragile woman, a quiet one. After all, who wouldn’t be tagged as quiet with Papa around doing most of the talking? Prim and proper, she doesn’t know how to swear. She always reprimands us for talking aloud or for doing unladylike things. “Patricia! Ang boses mo (Watch your voice)!” she would always admonish my eldest sister.

And it was always Papa who took the credit. “Mana sa iyo ang mga anak mo (Your children take after you), Attorney,” referring to our academic achievements. Everyone had a high regard for him, being a CPA and a lawyer. But to me, Mama is the more intelligent one. She was just keeping a low profile, and yes, because she wasn’t a show-off or loud like Papa.  Mama has her share of medals and awards during her school days. After high school at UST, she took up Accountancy at UE (they have the same alma mater) and worked as an accountant in various companies until the early or mid-80s when she started to get sick.

From her, I think I got my obsession with organization (be it work-related or personal matters). My appointments / meetings have to be calendared.  Everything has to be written, noted, advised, informed, or announced. I always have to have a journal, a “To Do” list, and a grocery/shopping list. Looking back now, I realized we have the same format of “payables” list every 15th/30th and grocery list (items are according to aisle / category). Beside the phone, there should be a notepad and pens. Documents/files have to be in labeled folders or envelopes, alphabetically arranged, including books (I have to confirm this with her again but I remember her saying she also dreamed of becoming a librarian). My father didn’t need a secretary or EA, my mom’s the best organizer. When you ask her for something, she knew where it was kept.

From her too, I got my carry-all addiction, my Girl Scout-always ready trait. One of my favorite moments explaining this was when we were on our way to a family outing once. My eldest sister said, “Sana may asin tayo (I wish we brought some salt).” I think we were eating either boiled eggs or Indian mangoes that time. Voila, my mother produced small packets of iodized salt from McDonald’s. See? Now you know why I cannot and will never survive with a small bag. 

In more ways than one, it turned out I am like my mother but physically, we got Papa’s features. Unfortunately, we did not inherit Mama’s beauty and fairness. Although some people would say my brother looks like her.

My mom may look frail and delicate, but I also realized after my Papa’s death that she is the strongest and bravest person among us. We didn’t expect that but she truly is. The power and capacity of her heart to accept and bear everything in silence, grace and dignity is amazing and inspiring. And worth emulating.

My mom’s 73 years old now, and her memory has started to fail. She would ask for the same information over and over and would get frustrated at herself for forgetting even the simplest of things. For someone who was used to being organized and efficient, I can understand her frustration. One just has to be more patient with her.

She used to be busy with church, socio-civic activities (being a member of Catholic Women’s League or CWL, and Kiwanis Club), and aerobics classes in the village, and she would hear Mass every 6AM every day. But after one or two epileptic seizure episodes in the church where she hit her head or bit her tongue, and people around her did not know what to do, we were afraid to let her leave the house alone. So now, she just keeps herself occupied with her plants, and with her two great grandchildren. Since she doesn’t live with me, I don’t get to spend a lot of time with her, but I am thankful that my sisters are able to take good care of her.

Each time I celebrate my birthday, I would call up my folks as a habit. Since my father died, I think I have never failed to call up my mom just to hear her greeting. She has this child-like voice over the phone, and I would wait for her to giggle as I tease her and remind her of my age. I have a weird way of showing my love. But I know that she knows that I love her. I just hope she won't forget that.

Happy Mothers’ Day, Mama!

~TheGoodGirl

My heartfelt thanks to you, 2016

Good people are like candles. They burn themselves up to give others light.

Hindi naman ako masyadong...

Reading tweets and Facebook posts about saying goodbye to 2016 or not being able to wait to bid 2016 goodbye makes one think, how cruel could 2016 be or how badly has it treated you that you would want to quickly kick the year away and welcome 2017. “We couldn’t take it anymore.” “I will not miss you, 2016.” “Good riddance, 2016." “Be good to me, New Year.” But how about next year, shall you still say the same to 2017 in 2018?

Talking to Caehl about it, I told him that the best attitude is to be thankful, to be grateful for everything that has happened in the year that has just passed. To always count our blessings. “It’s not so bad.” At least, we are still here, alive and kicking. Despite going through tough and challenging and character-testing times.

My thyroid scare, for one.  Inasmuch as it scared the hell out of me, I came out of the episode appreciating than ever God’s love, my life, my health, my family and everyone I dearly love. It made me realize what (or who) matters most in this world.  It was almost like a new life, a second chance, a new beginning. And not all people get to experience that. When I thought I was going to undergo thyroidectomy, my fear was not being able to go back to emceeing / hosting, as the endocrinologist warned me that it might affect my voice. It cannot be, I said. Hosting has always been my passion, and my way to give back, by sharing with others the gift that has been given to me. And when the surgery did not push through, I promised myself that I will accept emceeing / hosting jobs as much as I can, as long as my schedule permits it. Because that's the only way I can pay it forward.

2016 was a happy year for me. I have my loved ones, I have my job. Yes, hate me if you will. I am one of the very few who look forward to Mondays. And why not, I love my job - it pays the bills. My children are always a source of pride and joy. And although I am growing older (the wrinkles and lines are showing, no grey or white hair though), I still am young at heart. And I still get to write. 

In 2016 too, I lost some friends along the way. Nagtatampo ako sa iba for choosing other people over me. Tried and tested years of friendship over new ones? But I guess, that's their prerogative. Maybe I have my shortcomings, too. I know naman when to hold on, and when to let go. Some of them, I had to give up and lose intentionally. Toxic na. And too judgmental. Maybe my friendship with them has reached its end. FO. Hanggang doon na lang. And may mga bagay na hindi pinipilit o pinipigil o pinipigilan. Ok na yun. We’ve had our good times to remember, and I will always treasure those times. In my memory jars.

In truth, it doesn’t matter if it’s 2016 or 2015, or 2017. Whatever year it is, always give thanks with a grateful heart. Always be thankful. And always learn from your experiences.

Continue to inspire people and always leave a sparkle everywhere you go. Be a better version of yourself. See the goodness in everything. And never lose hope – because hope is a good thing. All these and so much more – in 2017.

para sa kilay na hindi natutulog

~TheGoodGirl

Thyroid Fever (Part 2)

Continuation of http://therealgoodgirl.blogspot.com/2016/11/thyroid-fever-part-1.html

Sometimes all you need is a splash of color. You can't have a rainbow without a little rain.

SURGERY.

Whoa. Dr. Lo said it wasn’t that super urgent (but it had to be done at least within 3 months for the lab results to be still valid), and after that, ibi-biopsy whatever was removed from me. The next steps will be determined after that, once they find out if it’s malignant or not. But after thyroidectomy, I will have to have hormone replacement therapy from then on. Doing my research, I later found out that the thyroids produce hormones that controls or regulates metabolism. So that’s why HRT is required. And that's why those with hyperthyroidism lose weight, and those with hypo gain weight. But good news though, Dr. Lo said that thyroid cancers are the kindest. They are manageable, cureable and are not deadly or death-dealing like the others. A thyroid cancer patient does not usually die from it. “10 years, 20 years, they live long enough,” he said.

So after that visit, I was preparing for surgery already. I will just have to fix my workload and finish pending projects so we can schedule it after Christmas. I already informed my boss, my co-department heads, our HR, and my staff. I already told the same to my children and household staff. I will be gone for two weeks or so. I would miss a lot of post-Christmas events. And it was sad to think that I would be welcoming the New Year in the hospital.

I consulted a radiologist-friend (Ate Bugs), showing her the u/s results. And she said, based on what she read, surgery might be the way to go. But when I discussed this with my pedia-kumare Dra. Joy, she was insistent. No, huwag muna mare, she said. She gave me the name of another endocrinologist at Asian Hospital whom her fellow pedia referred to her. “Magaling yan,” she said. Her secretary was able to talk to this doctor’s secretary and advised me to go to her clinic on Monday. I called up the secretary the following day (Saturday, during my son's school program) to confirm my appointment and she said, singit lang ako talaga because there’s already a list, and usually, patients were on a first come-first served basis. 

So off we went that Monday. If somebody told me I would be meeting or talking to more than five doctors within only one week, I would have told you you’re crazy. But it was what I was doing!

Turned out that my 2nd endo, Dr. Lantion-Ang, is the professor of my first endo at the UP-PGH. At first, I thought she was masungit. She had many questions about my health and my lifestyle and she was very thorough. Metikulosa kasi ako, she told us. I was about to show the ultrasound report to her but she didn’t want to see it until she was finished with her questions. And she hated that I was holding my cellphone. Too much radiation, she said.

She was surprised that Dr. Lo recommended surgery right away. She was trying to rule it out, because she said, “Surgery is still surgery.” And the only way to determine malignancy of my thyroid nodules is biopsy. She was upset over the ultrasound report/conclusion. “Tinakot ka pa,” she said. She asked me to see Dr. Abelardo of Manila Doctors for the fine needle aspiration biopsy (FNAB), and to come back to her with the results.

So here we are again, I told Alex. We were already decided to undergo surgery. But what if I shouldn’t have to? What were the odds? What would we lose? If the biopsy results were “malignant”, what would it mean - additional expense? Another validation of the earlier recommendation to remove the masses and my thyroid glands?

But what if the results are benign? We saved money, time, and of course, my body organ. But what did Dr. Lo say after still taking it out, even if it’s benign? He said that the masses may still grow and may obstruct some blood vessels, or my breathing or my voice. Naku, hindi pwede. Raket ko yun! I was scared – the results were beyond our control and we could only pray that it will be in my favor. But what do you do? When you hear biopsy, hindi ka ba matatakot? What if it’s goiter, like Mama? I would still need surgery.

In the end, I followed my heart. Deep inside all of us, we wanted a miracle. And what if that was it, the biopsy? I consulted our HR and yes, the procedure was covered under our hospitalization insurance. When I called before Undas, the lab staff said the pathologist was out of the country and will be back Nov. 2 onwards. Before my appointment, again, in the meantime, we were trying to lead normal lives, as if my condition was normal and I didn’t have health issues.

So, with another LOA, we went to Manila Doctors last Nov. 4, two weeks after. We waited for an hour and a half, then my name was called. Dr. Abelardo explained what she was going to do, and that it was just like a blood extraction procedure, taking around 10 seconds. Do not swallow during the time the needle is inside, she told me. She checked my neck and remarked that it seemed small, I assumed maybe she compared it to the size indicated on the ultrasound results. She asked if I was given meds and I said no. She said she might do the puncture twice if needed, but otherwise once would be enough for four smear slides. I closed my eyes when she asked me to swallow for the last time and then, the needle went in. I counted and it wasn’t even 10 seconds, maybe less. It was not painful but of course I was scared. After that, she asked me to hold that portion of my neck for 10 minutes. I was waiting for her to tell me she was going to do it again, but no, she said she didn’t need to, as she was able to get enough smears. Ok ka lang? Dr. Abelardo asked. I felt weak for a while. But that was all. We were to come back after an hour for the results.

In the meantime, we had lunch and coffee/tea afterwards. Then it was verdict time. Alex went to claim the results and  as he handed the envelope to me, I thought to myself: This is it, Lord. Please be with me. And there it was, in bold letters: Thyroid Bethesda System Category II – BENIGN.

I wanted to hug someone at that moment. Alex was just laughing at me. Of course, I couldn’t understand the other medical terms, but BENIGN all caps was enough to feel a quick win. I don’t have goiter. Because the report would have said so otherwise. I was holding back my relief and happiness until I see Dr. Lantion-Ang that following Monday. What if I don’t need surgery after all? What if we are able to save my thyroid glands after all? I updated my family and dearest friends and requested for more prayers. Please, Lord, let this be good news for all of us.

Monday came and this time, I would see Dr. Lantion-Ang on my own as Alex couldn’t make it. When I sat down, she noticed my neck right away. Lumiit ba yan, she asked. And I said that was the same thing Dr. Abelardo said. When she saw the cytology report, it was as if she knew it all the time. She explained that the thyroid nodules are common in adults, especially females, and that when T3 / T4 are produced, they serve as storage for such. But they are harmless. “I’m overruling Tom,” she said. Surgery is ruled out.

What if they grow big again, I asked. She asked me to monitor it and to go back to her if I feel there’s a problem. Otherwise, my next visit is after six months. Walang bawal! Walang meds! Praise God.

I told her, “Doc, wini-withhold ko po yung saya ko, hanggang makausap ko kayo. Pwede na po ba ako magsaya?” She was amused, “Oo, pwede na.”

And that was the moment when I experienced the realness, the existence of miracles. This doctor was the instrument. She was a blessing. And I couldn’t thank my kumareng Dra. Joy enough for the referral. Imagine if we just stopped at that, and we were just waiting for my surgery schedule. I would have lost my thyroids just like that, and be forever dependent on therapy. I was trying to recall what they said about the biopsy procedure. Sabi nila, surgery na lang than biopsy. Para isang sakit na lang. Para isang gastos na lang. But it turned out that the pain was not comparable to actual surgery after all, and of course it was not really that expensive. What if we didn’t go to Dr. Lantion-Ang? What if. What if.

All the heartaches and hurts in the past 3 weeks have been replaced by happiness and humility. During those dreadful weeks, I always felt tired. I felt so ugly. And miserable. I got sick. I had these two huge zits on my face. Pangit na pangit ako sa sarili ko, and it affected my self-confidence. My period was late. And life seemed...unfair.

My consolation then when I was down and out were my children, and the love that surrounds me, amid my beautiful colorful Christmas trees and decors. The ugly scars left by the (bwi)zits will be constant reminders of the ordeal that I went through, and that you can't have a rainbow without a little rain.

My takeaway from all these: Enjoy life. Tell people dear to you that you love them - you may not have the time to do so one day. Always take care of yourself. Take it easy. Yes, sometimes do take the time to smell the flowers. It's not always about your job or work. Go take those annual physical check-ups, don’t take them for granted. Don’t be embarrassed to tell people about your plight. Who knows, the best help is just out there and you might never get it if you don’t ask around. What if I didn’t tell my kumare about it right away? I wouldn't have gone to another doctor. Seek 2^nd, 3^rd or even 4^th opinion. So what if they cost you an arm and leg? The peace of mind it will bring you is simply priceless. The enlightenment. The joy. The bliss of knowing you are ok. That God loves you no matter what. That prayers indeed work. That miracles happen. 

Thank you to my family, friends and loved ones who included me in their prayers when I asked for it. And even if I didn’t ask for it. You know who you are. Deeply appreciated and I will forever be grateful. I would do the same for you. Of course, this may not be the end. I will still go to Dr. Lantion-Ang regularly. But I will continue to hope and pray that I will stay long enough in this world for my children who need me the most. Hope is a good thing. Maybe the best of things, and good things never die.

My two CAEs

God loves us - even if we don't always deserve it. God bless us all.

~TheGoodGirl

Thyroid Fever (Part 1)

“Death is what gives life meaning. To know your days are numbered and your time is short.“
- Doctor Strange (2016)

Now it can be told (better yet, written).

My post-biopsy procedure selfie

Last October 12, I had my regular annual physical check-up. For me, since I undergo APE every year, it was a routinary activity, just like in the past years.  Imagine my surprise when during the physical exam, our company doctor asked me to swallow a lot of times as she palpated my neck. She said she would see a movement in the left side of my neck each time I swallow. I wasn’t really paying attention because I wasn’t feeling anything, and I wasn’t alarmed – yet. She wanted me to have a neck and thyroid ultrasound and she also asked if she didn’t advise me about it the previous year. I said no, because otherwise I would remember it, and I would have heeded her advice.

So after getting my LOA from our HR (thank you, Fred for all the assistance), I spent the day
going to Asian Hospital to have that ultrasound and sadly yes, I took a VL (which I rarely do), missed our event at the office, and instead of resting and spending it with my son who just turned 11, it was spent somewhere else.

While the radiology staff was doing the procedure, she asked me, “Ma’am, wala kayong nakakapa?” I said, none. Two things were going inside my head at that time. Why did she ask that? One, she wasn’t seeing anything and it might help if I would tell her kung meron nga ako nakakapa, and kung saan, para dun sya magfocus. Or two, she’s indeed seeing something but was wondering why I wasn’t. Dear Lord, that was when I started to freak out. I couldn’t understand what was being shown on the screen, and what she was measuring. What if I indeed have a mass on my neck? What will happen and what does it mean? I felt so alone then, and scared out of my wits.

After an hour and a half, I went back to the radiology center to get the results. I sat down and braced myself. Reading the report, heavens fell as soon as I saw this:

Cystic, complex and solid thyroid masses. Complex mass in the left lower pole is worrisome for malignancy. Biopsy is suggested.

I felt more alone than ever. I started to text and send viber messages to my husband, siblings, and close friends. I was crying in the waiting lounge and I just wanted to stay there until God knows when.

I went back to the office to show the report to our company doctor. She consulted our Medical Director, who advised me to see a neck surgeon in Makati Med. She said surgery was the better option than biopsy. (To) surgically remove the masses because they might not be able to get sufficient smears for the latter. “Tanggalin na, yun na ang ipa-biopsy. Para isang procedure na lang if they turn out to be malignant.”

I felt it was too drastic as an option, surgery agad? Wala bang iba muna? I asked for other options and they asked me to see an endocrinologist. Which I said I would.

I didn’t realize it was difficult to see one at need. Each endo seems to be “by appointment only”. Available slots were already in November at that time, and I felt they were already too late. Parang ang dami nang pwedeng mangyari between then and the available dates, at wala pa kong kamalay-malay sa totoong condition ko.

Ms. Joh, a colleague, referred me to her co-parent who is an endo at Asian. I said I would check her out and call her clinic for appointment. In the meantime, I was looking for other doctors in a hospital near us. I found one who accommodates patients on a “first come, first served” basis, and has a Saturday clinic. When we came to see her, it was only then when we realized that doctors under the “Department of Endocrinology” were not necessarily endocrinologists. She was a diabetologist. But she checked my sonogram results and asked me to have additional blood tests – FT3, FT4, and TSH (thyroid function tests). She referred me to an endo also from the same hospital and she said those tests were the same ones he will ask me to have.

I was thinking if the blood tests were covered under our hospitalization insurance. But my husband decided that regardless if they were covered or not, the waiting period was too long, we might as well proceed that Saturday. Results were to be available after two days, the lab staff said the earliest was Monday. We managed somehow to suspend fears and other possible related emotions, and made it through that weekend. I wasn't telling my kids yet about it because I did not have anything concrete to tell them anyway. In the meantime, I tried to follow the diabetologist’s advice to avoid food giving me bad cholesterol, like fried stuff (eggs once a week only), and soya (there goes my weekly taho supply), dairy (milk, cheese), gata and the like. I tried to take it easy on myself, waking up later than the usual, and rest whenever I felt like it. My husband also brought up alternative medicine, which was recommended by a former officemate of his. We'll see, I said.

To the uninitiated like us, like me, the word “malignancy” is enough to kill you. If the cyst or mass or nodules are not malignant, the fear caused by it itself is enough to knock you dead. Believe me. The thought that something inside you is a killer would kill you. The thought that your days might be numbered. The thought that you might die. My God, I was praying. My children need me. Don’t let me die just yet. You may find this dramatic, but it’s true.  In the movie Doctor Strange, the Ancient One said, “No one is ever ready. We don't get to choose our time.”

“Death is what gives life meaning. To know your days are numbered and your time is short.“

To be reminded of your mortality, and that life is too short, time is not enough for the things you want to do and achieve, to be with the people you love.

Why thyroid? I was asking myself. All my life, I thought I was ok. I just had a most wonderful 45th birthday. How can I be sick? What a cruel joke. If there’s one thing that we dealt with, it’s myoma for my sisters, and hormonal imbalance. And kidney problems. Bladder stones. My daughter has scoliosis, Caehl has strabismus or lazy eye. But wait, my mom had goiter when she was younger. Eto pa yata ang magiging problema ko, I feared.

Alex came home with the thyroid function test results Monday evening, and reading them, I was again wondering, my FT3, FT4 and TSH were within normal range. So what was wrong with me then? By Wednesday, we went to the endocrinologist. I don’t have hyperthyroidism or hypothyroidism. Seeing the ultrasound results and again, after palpating my neck, the verdict was: surgery. And it wasn’t just to remove the masses on the left, but also the ones on the right, and…tada! Thyroidectomy or removal of my entire thyroid glands.

To be continued...
http://therealgoodgirl.blogspot.com/2016/11/thyroid-fever-part-2.html

Repost: And baby makes four!

REPOST FROM MY OLD JOURNAL http://pamski71.bravejournal.com/entry/15105

Happy 11th Birthday, my cutest boom!

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Is it already a week ago?

Last Thursday, October 13, at 11:19am, CAEHL ANDRE EUAN completed my family and my life. Caehl is quite big at 7.7lbs (3.5kgs) and 52 cms. He arrived earlier than we expected (his due date is actually Oct. 23) but I knew it was different when I had a brown discharge evening of Oct. 12. The night before, I think I was already having early labor pains. I hardly slept that night, in fact. I was in a bad mood after receiving a call from a father of one of Cae's classmates who accused my daughter of writing on his uniform. I didn't know the full story so I wasn't able to defend Cae, and I felt bad about it. I just told the father that I would replace the polo with a new one - end of the story.

Anyway, when I saw the discharge, I already alerted Alex and my sister Pinky. I said it might be a false alarm but I'm on my toes just in case. I managed to survive another 4 hours of pain, I could have managed more but I suddenly thought, what if it's already time and Alex is already in the office? At half past 12mn, I told my husband the pain wouldn't stop anymore. He suggested going to the doctor to have myself checked and then we'll just go home if it's not yet time. Ok, I said. We went to the bank first to get money and off we went to the ER. I was only 1cm dilated but the ER doctor said I had to stay because my cervix was already thin. I thought I was dreaming, Alex was asking, "Mommy, di na ba false alarm? Di na tayo papauwiin?" I even walked my way to my room at the 2nd floor and to the delivery room, can you beat that?

At the labor room, the clock ticked away oh-so slowly...2am, 3am, 4am...the pain was unbearable. 5am, 6am, 7am...two baby girls were delivered before Caehl. I could hear my OB-Gyne in the next room. I would doze off every now and then but would wake up each time the contractions came. I could still converse with the nurses, though. Then my OB said I was already 7-8 cms. I'll be sedated, she said, and she'll give something for the pain. But I don't think they ever did because the pain was everywhere. Two nurses were assisting my doctor and I could hardly understand what they're trying to tell me. They were all speaking at the same time and I didn't know whom to follow or to listen to. It was hard to push. When they said the baby was coming, all I could do was sob the pain away…All I wanted was to sleep, I didn’t even see Caehl coming out. I just…fell asleep! 

And the rest, as they say, is still making history…

#HappyAt45 (Birthday Blog)

September is coming to a close. In fact, today is the last day of my birth month. Like Christmas, it’s the most wonderful time of the year for me. My wishes are always granted and I get to spend it with people I love the most who make me feel special and appreciated.  And it’s not every day that I get to turn 45. 45 is a good number, in fact it is a great number. And I am happy and grateful for reaching this age.  To the millennials and Gen Z, I may seem old but hey, age is truly just a number. I can still give some younger women a run for their money.

Doors close and open, people come and go. And if one particular door hadn’t closed on me, I wouldn’t have known that I could be happier, I wouldn’t have known this kind of happiness, contentment and fulfillment.  I was looking the other way, when it was just right there all along.

Thank You Lord for all the blessings, even if I know I don’t deserve them all. Thank You for my family, friends, and loved ones. Thank You for all the love surrounding me. Thank You for sending people in my life who make me keep the faith that there’s still a lot of good in this world.

~

TheGoodGirl

Finding The One

Neo: What is happening to me?

Morpheus: You are the One, Neo. You see, you may have spent the last few years looking for me, but I have spent my entire life looking for you. 
The Matrix (1999)
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In an ordinary place, one can find the one person to make his life extraordinary.

I can’t recall which movie this tagline came from, but is it really difficult to find the one for you? And for the lucky ones who have found their partners in life, how was it? Was it easy for you? And how long did it take for you to find the one?

No offense meant to my colleagues, but it’s a running joke (half-meant, half-not) among us girls that in our workplace, it seems there is a dearth of prospects if you’re looking for a boyfriend. Wala kang mahahanap. And if there would be papa-bles or crushables, most of them are already taken. Abi, a dear friend, said she hoped to meet "him" when she went to graduate school kasi nga walang mahanap sa office LOL.

But where do you really go, or what do you really do in search for Mr. (or Ms.) Right. Do you look for him (her), or are you preparing or paving the way to be found? Are you just waiting to be found?

Most people find their partners in school or in the office. Sometimes, you don’t realize that The One is just there all along. Sometimes you  have to get out there to meet a lot of people. There’s really no single rule for everybody.  Maybe you’ve known each other for quite some time but the sparks came a little bit later. Or maybe you felt the chemistry as soon as you met each other. Either way, finding someone you like is one thing. And finding someone to whom you would invest your feelings, time and effort is another. Some people prefer the fast lane, falling in love in a flash; while others would prefer taking their time, wait a bit, taking it slow. Sometimes, you find The One when you are not looking. Finding a person you can be happy with (or who will be happy with you) is a challenge – one who will feel the same way you do, one who will spend time with you, accept you, and understand you. Sometimes your partner comes into your life unexpectedly and for no apparent reason. Sometimes, the stranger beside you would turn out to be the most important person in your life. Or perhaps, he’s always been a friend and you never knew he would be more than that in the end.

As a song goes, there are 8 billion people in this world, but there’s only one you will ever need.

~TheGoodGirl

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