the stillness after everything is blown away.

I didn't notice you at first, hidden behind the wooden door. You were doing the regular routine before coming into the house, removing your shoes to keep the dirt from coming in. I greeted your brother who was doing the same thing. Everything seemed normal to me. He smiled at my obliviousness, soon after I realized.
What was I to do first? Hold my scream in or let it out. I did both, one after the other. I stood there for a moment, wondering if things were real. I could feel my heart pumping through my chest. Much more than it ever had. Then I wrapped my arms around your neck and my legs around your waist and breathed in the new foreign, but fresh scent you had acquired over the years.
I couldn't let you go. 
It's been so long. I couldn't let you go if I tried. So you walked slowly into the kitchen, arms snaking around my back and supporting my weight on yours.
You put my down on the kitchen table and I placed my arms around your waist, my head on your chest. I stole every opportunity just to feel you and be with you again. Seemed almost endless, really. What's funny is that we never really had anything official, no. I don't know how to explain what we had. Maybe it was just 'special.' Almost non-existent but special. I'm just as confused as you are.
But I just stayed there, sitting on the kitchen table with my arms linked tightly around your waist, and yours (which had grown stronger since the last time I'd seen you) were placed gently around me.
We just stayed there.

Wow, that was a strange dream.

this time, we'll fade out tonight.

Think about it. What's the point of setting a goal if you aren't going to do anything to reach it?

I've been having a whole lot of self-discipline and self-control issues lately. Regarding a lot of things. It really isn't depressing me; it's all just very disappointing thinking about how much I could have accomplished over the months had I not been so complacent with myself. Way too relaxed, way too chill. And what's funny is that it doesn't even seem to matter how much I want to reach that goal. I never have enough in me to try to reach it. 

I have also been extremely lazy lately. I noticed how hard I work in school though. Is it possible because I know that people are watching me? Don't really know. But I get so frustrated with myself because I obviously do not want to suffer the consequences of sleeping late and getting sick and all that crap just because I feel lazy whenever there's a lot of free time. 

I seriously need to rewind and get myself together this weekend. 

I'd play a song that would never, ever end.

I remember when I was in grade school, I'd pass the upper years fearlessly. I wasn't intimidated by them in the least. They were all lined up for assembly, and I was late, so I pushed past everybody with my huge backpack and folder.
Being the visual person that I am, I remember scanning each and every one of their faces. I quickly studied the shape of their eyes, the sharpness of their noses, the perch of their lips, the amount of hair on their eyebrows. And the first thing I thought was, "they all look the same."
I barely saw any difference at all. Maybe a slight difference in the degree of roundness in their eyes, and the slight lightness and darkness of the shade of colour inside, and the way they smiled, each a little differently. But that was all. Everything else seemed pretty much the same.
And then I remember during one of my years in high school, I thought about it again. I remembered that moment in grade school. And I looked around at my new set of friends. I noticed the changes, the differences I had never seen in the people I looked at before. How different the eye shapes really are when you look at them up close, and how much of a change the shade of color the eyes can be, and how even the eyelids can alter the eye shape altogether; how different noses really are in the way they stretch down the face, the bridge, even the shape of the nostrils; how different smiles really are, how some lips are thin, others thick, others plump, and what each smile held, a different story.

just thinking.

I just got lost and slept right through the dawn.

One thing I am loving right now?

Coffee.

I don't know why. I mean, I've always been known to be the coffee addict among my friends, and even the family (or caffeine addict to be more general). Maybe it's this chilly weather that makes it so much more appealing, and the fact that I want to stay up late all the time. 

They've cancelled classes for the entire week. Isn't that crazy? Classes for me resume on Tuesday because UPD doesn't have regular lasses on Monday. It's insane but it's the only thing left to do right now. It's pretty much chaos left and right. 

Like I said, the rain is mocking us. For a few minutes, it's going to be complete silence, and then whoop, it's back again. And it's been like that for the past four days. Nonstop. I was lucky to get a small glimpse of sunlight when I woke up today at almost 12:30pm. 

Still praying.

and whiskers on kittens.

This rain, it doesn't stop. Almost every minute it gets louder and louder, pounding against the green rooftops outside.

We've all got our stories. Some are stranded, evacuating, saving as much things and people as they can. Others, sleeping, oblivious to the impending doom lashing out right outside their windows. Some, up, like me, in the wee hours of the morning, just listening and wondering. It's constant noise out there. I dare not open my window  to let the cold come in, maybe a few rain drops, or hear the deafening sound around me.

Schools are sleeping. Universities. And they will be until tomorrow. It's one of the rare times this has happened--uni being suspended. It never happens, not to us anyway. Things are really serious now. Beep beep. Another text from a friend who is stranded. Beep. Another one from a friend who's evacuating.

Crazy.

Crazy.

dream of ways to throw it all away.

You walk across the parquet flooring. Back hunched, mind lost, mouth dry, out of words, out of luck.

You just want the feel of soft fabric against your skin; material could never make you so happy. The way you seem to float on a light cloud of endless possibility. Dreaming; thinking about the conceivable patterns of such a perfectly inconceivable world.

You want the feel of your head sinking in your own thoughts. Your body, as tense as it is, to exhale; for everything to float up in the air enough for you to take a few breaths before stepping back into the world you have grown tired of.

Every single day needs a push. A push to love, to speak, to care, to walk, to run, to work, to do.

Your eyes failing you, covers falling faster than anything else; weight much more than what you can ever carry, multiplied. Everything is a blur, literally. Everything and everyone is passing by you and you can't see them, or focus. Numb.

You're a bit on the edge, a little of out of reach. Shadows being cast all around you. Whispers increasing, yet no matter how loud, you don't understand. You're in your own element, but you can't get out.

Save me, you call. I'm close to falling off.

I need sleep.

mental.

Guys. It's done. IT'S FINALLY DONE FGS
MY CHIPBOARD SCULPTURE IS FINALLY DONE


AFTER ONE WEEK OF SLACKING OFF
ONE WEEK OF HARD WORK
AND FIVE DAYS OF INTENSE NON-STOP WORK


I AM FINALLY DONE


I FEEL LIKE PARTYING


ALSO BECAUSE THE 23RD IS 1D'S ANNIVERSARY


AND I CAN'T TAKE OFF THE CAPS BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING MY LUNGS OUT WOOOOOOOOOOOT


AND I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE A 7AM MATH CLASS TMRW I AM GONNA STAY UP DOING ALL THE THINGS I WANT YEAH YEAH

stars turning high up above.

A few things I have learned these past two days:

• Coffee works. Made me super energetic and super productive. Been working legit nonstop today!!
• Coffee makes you pee a lot, unfortunately.
• Stress is helpful if you want to be thinner.
• Seriously.
• Unfortunately, you'll have to suffer but whatever. YOU GET THINNER js
• Never expect. never ever ever ever ever
• Even if you know you're not going to reach the top, and you're not being pessimistic at all, it's just really impossible, just don't stop trying. 
• Some things are really just impossible.
• And you can't fight that. 
• because that's life.
• Do not get a computer with spaces between the letters in the keyboard. Like, ugh. It is such a chore to clean because all kinds of little dust bunnies get stuck in between and underneath and it is so annoying.
• Keep away from social networking sites when you're working. 
• Because not only does it distract you with what it has, it also makes you think all sorts of things, depending on what you see. Like, if you see a certain status, you might get really frustrated and start to rant. Or if you see a tweet about your friends going over somewhere and having oodles of fun, you might just want to rip your head off. Or shoot yourself. 
• So.
• No social networking sites.
• Play movies or music on your laptop with speakers. It will keep your mind from drifting away into unnecessary things. And it's something to keep you entertained, in the least.
• Never underestimate any kind of project. I swear. It is horrible once you're there and you're wishing you never underestimated it. 

So yeah.


That's all. See ya'll. Still have a chipboard sculpture, a visual diary, and a toothpick sculpture to do! 

tired of drifting round and round.

This weekend's schedule:


TONIGHT/TMRW (Saturday)
11:30-12mn ;; stop chipboard sculpture. 
12mn-12:30am ;; visual diary research. 
12:30am-2:30am ;; charcoal plate. 
2:30am-3am ;; finalize visual diary research.
3am-3:30am ;; start visual diary draft.
3:30am-4:30 ;; chipboard sculpture.
4:30am-9am ;; sleep lol what is that

9am-12nn ;; chipboard sculpture.

12nn-1:30pm ;; finalize charcoal plate.

1:30pm-4pm ;; visual diary.

4pm-12mn ;; chipboard sculpture.

(Sunday)

12mn-2am ;; chipboard sculpture (SHOULD BE ALMOST DONE)

2am-3am ;; finalize visual diary.

3am-8am ;; sleep

[10am - 3pm ;; church]

4pm-6pm ;; chipboard sculpture (SHOULD BE DONE)

6pm-12mn ;; toothpick sculpture.

(Monday)

12mn-2am ;; toothpick sculpture.

2am-3am ;; finalize charcoal plate.

3am-10am ;; sleep

10am-12nn ;; toothpick sculpture

12nn-4pm ;; woodstain + plastic varnish chipboard sculpture

4pm-12mn ;; toothpick sculpture.

wish me luck.

rain turns the sand into mud.

Hey guys. 

I know I haven't been on here in ages because of school. Things have been pretty all over the places for me lately. The stress has finally gotten to me and I completely cracked the other day in front of my mom. I dunno, I just couldn't control anything. And completely broke down. Which is something I never do in front of my parents okay. My friends, yes, but never my parents, for some reason.
I was just so physically stressed, losing so many hours of sleep and my mind was running circles and I couldn't keep up. 
I stayed up late hours to finish at least four inches of the excruciating chipboard sculpture. Guys I swear. I underestimated this sculpture a whoooole lot. Like, you’ve been tracing and cutting and gluing for the past two hours and you think you’ve reached like five inches, when really it hasn’t even reached one inch. It sucks real bad, the feeling. Like, last night I was seriously going like, “this is impossible.” I did reach four inches though. Such a glorious moment. Imagine how much more glorious it’ll be when I reach fifteen! Haha.


I also have to do a toothpick sculpture which also excruciating. Everything, all these things test your patience. And I feel like I underestimated everything, you know? Not just the plates, but in fact, even the entire course. I came into this course thinking that I was good enough. I mean, you know, the fact that I passed the Talent Test gave me confidence that I could fulfil everything, but at the same time, I sort of became cocky, having the mindset that things are going to be pretty chill and easy. Especially because I don't have to work on papers for my GEs and stuff. 

But noooooo. Everything is much harder than that. It is so hard to find time to do what I want because a lot of the times in my spare time I still need to do FA-related things. 


I am in much need to sleep, relaxation, prayers, and bucket loads of coffee. 

songs of desperation; I played them for you.

It's just one of those days when I just want to rip myself to shreds, tear out the mass that rests on my body that keeps me from feeling the way I should be feeling. Every mirror stains my reflection and it mocks me. I don't dare look at the mirror, especially with glasses on to reveal what is actually standing in front of me that I can't see clearly.

It's one of those days that I just wish I could wish away, those traces of a horrible night and a bar of chocolate; the lack of willpower and self-control and discipline.

I haven't looked at my thinspo folder in pretty much months, maybe two, and flipping through the entire thing right now, there is nothing but disappointment washing over me. Complete and utter disgust at how much I have lost myself. I had gained so much confidence a few months back, I remember it clearly. Standing for what I wanted to do and working hard to achieve that goal. That goal is much higher up now than it used to be, almost unreachable.

And it's just one of those days when everything I seem to be rambling on and on about is irrelevant. My thoughts, my actions, my feelings. But they're not irrelevant to me.

I feel like I'm pushing myself and pushing myself through words and thoughts and feelings yet nothing really happens physically. And it just gets worse and worse when there are these pressure-point situations that get you stuck in the middle, you know, and there are people who create those situations; they make them the way they are. And they make you feel bad and horrible and almost worthless.

It's just one of those days when I don't want to be so hard on myself, when really that's the only thing that can get me by.

The biggest confusion right now is that I don't know what's going to happen. Or what's supposed to happen.

Is anything?

I just need to know. I need to have this assurance that things will be okay, that this little "thing" of mine will be okay. And that I'll be okay.

I feel like I am crying out for help here. The kind of help that will simply push me out of this rut, get me going, keep my head up high, despite everything else that is going on around me.

gosh

you're just in time to witness my first breakdown.

Okay, so.

I am not going to be all emotional and throw a little pity-party for myself. For once I am being serious about all of this.

The goal is to see how far I can go in f o u r  m o n t h s, aka the end of the semester.

I really don't know if this is going to turn into another obsession, but whatever. I honestly just want to get there this time. And I don't know if this time is going to be different either, but I have a little spark of hope that's assuring me that  this can happen.

So yet again, in comes the measuring tape. In comes my MyFitnessPal account. In comes my water therapy. In comes the everyday workout. And in comes my inner turmoil.

You ready?

I am. More than ever.

Four months starts.

Now.

there were stars, they burned my eyes.

I'd like to respond.
But I don't know how, without breaking just a little.
I want to thank you, though.
For the love and care that I never expected.

Thank you.

baby, just hold on.

OHMYGOSH GUYS TODAY IS THE DAAAAAAAY

I START S C H O O L TODAY

and by school I mean college okay

there is a big difference

because a lot of people think of elementary or high school when they hear the word school but S C H O O L omg

all my nerves right now. 

I cannot take control of it all. 

I think I'm nervous because out of a whole lot of my friends, I'm the only one starting actual classes (I think) after the orientation. omg

My biggest fear is getting lost. Within the FA area. like, not finding my classroom omg. And also terror profs. Please don't let there be any terror profs. And please let the first day/week be so kind to me that I'll get sick of it

please please please Lord

be with me tomorrow. And everyone else as well

Please don't let me panic

I am panicking inside so much right now hahaha

All the nerves omg

okay. I'm going to try to sleep. I told myself thirty minutes ago (actually an hour) that I'd sleep. Nightynight. 

A L L   T H E   N E R V E S

picture frames and country roads.

I want to dedicate this post to Kath!! It's her birthday today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KITTYKAT. You're finally sixteen!

-

I honestly didn't think we'd be friends like this. Seriously. When we were in first year, we weren't classmates. And I was sort of really reserved because I was a new student. I knew her as the girl who liked MCR, wore Converse and was good friends with Matthew. Haha. I knew very little about her. Although later on, I noticed she and I actually did have quite a lot in common.

We did connect through our friends. You know how you become friends with your friends' friends because of them? Haha, yeah. Exactly that. A n d  I  c o u l d n ' t  b e  m o r e  g r a t e f u l.

Come second year, we were actually already pretty close. We weren't classmates (again), so she'd often come by to our classroom and greet me. I still remember when she'd come down during lunch time and we'd spin around in the assembly area and get all dizzy and stuff and not give a care in the world about who saw us, including the security cameras.

Third year was o u r  y e a r. First time we were classmates, but daym, it was like we had been classmates and friends for years and years. We had the best time together. I know we brought class to our class. Haha! It was absolutely amazing doing all kinds of crazy stuff, and it was easier and more fun because we were classmates and we got to see each other everyday. It was also easier in terms of academics, because we helped each other out all the time. She was always one of my go-to people when it came to my (endless) questions. And we shared a whoooooole lot of similar issues that year, may it be our own personal issues, or issues with other people, or school, or anything, you know. We just related so much that year and clicked so much that year. Best.

I even remember how we'd always spend our lunch breaks by the window ledge that overlooked the road and all the buildings around our school. Third year was our year.

Fourth year, though. Nothing can ever compare to fourth year. Because yeah, third year was our year, but fourth year had something really different about it. Because everyone knew that this was the last year, the year that will drown us in goodbyes and nostalgia. We spent a whole lot of time together because we knew we wouldn't have much of it come college. Matthew and I would always go to her house and lounge around and watch movies and talk and laugh and just sort of waste away--together. A good sort of wasting away. Haha.

KATH LOOK AT OUR HAIR. BAGAY =))) 

We had a whoooole bunch of shopping trips together in fourth year. Like, I seriously do not remember how many times we have gone together to Forever21. She is one of the only people I can really do this routine with (as well as Karyn).

And we just related about movies, opinions, thoughts, fashion, celebrities, GUYS hahahaha, parents, school, college, e v e r y t h i n g. We shared thoughts and cries and frustrations and happiness and giddiness and rants.

When I look back at it now, I am amazed at how close we've gotten in four years. Especially having known nothing about her in the first year. And I never would have thought we'd be as close as we are now.

She can be my confidence rock sometimes. Especially when I'm feeling like ultimate crap, she always encourages me and helps relate to my situation.

I absolutely love her ugh. I am so grateful to God that I have such an amazing friend like her. She'll be one of those keeper friends, you know. Like, no matter how long you don't talk sometimes because of distance and time constraints, you'll still find a way to be like you've been talking to each other every single day. And I believe that friendship like that is rare, you know. You don't get a lot of people like that in your life. And they're keepers. I've learned, it took quite a number of lessons too, to treat them like priceless gems, because they'll be those little treasures you'll find in life.

Sixteen Sweet years to you, Kittykat! :*

Two of my favorite pictures of us: (it's also funny that our really good ones are always during HSNight hahaha)

HSN 2011.

HSN 2012.

and there's nothing I could do, I just gravitate on you.

So.

I have class in less than five hours and I'm still up, sorting my thoughts and wasting time like I always do. I really need to learn how to channel this sort of attitude and energy because once college starts, this laid-back attitude will be completely unacceptable.

I haven't finished my plate number two, and I just completely finished plate number one a couple of hours ago. And I'm talking two plates for one class here. I had a week to do it. I know. Crazy how lazy I am, haha! But yeah. Come college, there is a huge possibility (no exaggeration here; this is coming from straight up experience from a church friend) that I could have like ten plates for simply one class. And I have four majors. This is crazy.

Lately I have been working on a lot of photoshop things just to get a different feel of the art. I like to switch it up a lot of times because as many people know, I am very very indecisive. And also very restless. So I can't stay put on one thing. Including my art.

I have been able to sharpen my photoshop and digital-art skills, so yay. Also, I went on this crazy brush-downloading spree. So I have a bunch of brush sets under my presets right now hahaha.

Here are some of my latest works (and of course, I did work on One Direction because I was able to post them and add them to my edits haha):

One Direction journal background

Zayn Malik ;; watercolor splashes/paintbrush on paper effect

Zayn Malik ;; watercolor/air brush + portrait illusion effect

"blow a kiss, take it back." I Want by One Direction.
galaxy/80's text banner

One Direction watercolor brushes effect.

Harry Styles ;; pen scratches effect (THIS TOOK ME ABOUT TWO HOURS TO DO JS omg)

more edits: here.

M o r e  r a n d o m  n e w s :

I might not be able to go to Philippine Fashion Week anymore because of time and transpo problems. It's pretty far, and my cousin is going to be there the entire day, and I can't be there the entire day because I have camp the next day and have to prepare/rest. And no one can bring me there later, so.

Yeah it really pisses me off, you know. Because right now, I feel like there is so much being taken away from me due to this camp.

I mean, it isn't really the camp or the people that I'm frustrated with. It's time. I'd love to go to camp, sure, but the time makes everything just so crappy.

Like I was so mad and frustrated that I actually made a whole list of things that I'm going to miss:

1. The American Idol finale. A lot of people are frustrated, okay. Me, my brother, Abby, etc etc.
2. Fun Run in Philam. I was so psyched to join this one because it was in the neighborhood! And Philam never has fun runs, okay. So it sucks.
3. Batch run. Not a run like a fun run this time. Haha. But for CRS. I'm really really praying they have internet in the camp venue because I'm going to need to check if I got all my classes (and this doesn't just apply to me but to Kuya Josh and Hannah Port as well because they will also need to know their schedules).
4. One Direction Live DVD Tour Premiere (special screening) in Megamall. This. Ohmyfxckinggosh. I'm sorry but I cannot even explain how angry and sad and heartbroken and grief-stricken and sick-to-my-stomach I am when I think about missing this, okay. Like, no. This is just unacceptable. No. No. This is only one day. And I had to miss the one day. No. NO. I am swearing in my head rn
5. Philippine Fashion Week. So PHFW is in fact, week-long. Ugh.
6. Joe Jonas in Trinoma. My childhood boyfriend. Only feet away from my neighborhood. In my home-mall. And I'm not going to be there. ESKLFJDSKFKSDJLFIOSDFJIODSFJ OMFG
7. Possible chances of meeting Ian Somerhalder. Yes. He's going to be in PHFW (idk which day tho). And probably in the malls.
8. All possible time to meet up with friends for the last time before college starts. 

And okay. Let me explain. ALL OF THESE THINGS MEAN A LOT TO ME OKAY. This isn't just some stupid rant because I'm missing things I like and all that. No. Okay. I really genuinely wanted all of these things, to do all of these things. It literally breaks my heart to know that I can't attend them.

And I know that this camp is important. But ohmygosh, I'm sorry I can't help it. I am just so angry. It could have been ANY OTHER WEEK okay I did NOTHING this week

I am so angry and it's so lskjfksdfsdkfhsdfsdfhdksjflsjdfljsdkflsdfj

Okay I'm done. Rant over.

For now.

now the chase is on.

I kind of miss painting. It's funny because I got into CFA - PAINTING. Hahahaha. No but seriously, it always seems like such a chore.

To be honest, painting really is more challenging. Paint can be a harder medium than pens and colored pencils or pastels, sometimes.

I think it also seems like a chore to me because you need the palette, constantly clean your brushes, a water container, a canvas, patience to wait for the paint to dry.

Also the smell is an issue. Truthfully, it isn't that much of an issue to me. I breathe paint, lol not to get high or anything hahahaha. But you know, it's a familiar scent. Will always be. But my mother has this issue with it `cause it isn't good, you know. And I don't want to open my windows because lol spiders always enter ugh. And I detest spiders. So much. Just typing down the word gives me shivers. Ugh.

As much as I can, I'll try to get back to it before school starts. And I know that there will only be a few days left when I get back from Singapore, but it's always worth a try. I feel like I need to refresh myself as much as I can because I'm going to be starting my majors right when the first day comes.

It is quite intimidating, to be honest. I mean, I sort of feel like I'm going to be so amateur and so young to be taking majors immediately. They usually come in the second or third year, sometimes. And the fact that it's coming in my freshman year sort of intimidates me a bit. But I need to get rid of that intimidation as soon as possible because that is all that the college wants to do to you. Intimidate you and make you crack under the pressure. For a good reason, I presume. Haha! No, but seriously. I'm sure it's just to push the students to make them excel. They call themselves "iskolars ng bayan" for a reason.

Random thoughts.

But at least I'm updating.

TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE.

Talent Determination Test Qualifiers for the Department of Studio Arts (Painting)
Hihihihi

I don’t know how to thank anybody, really. I want to give EVERYONE the biggest hug I could ever give. Most epecially, You, Lord. For all the days of my life, ever since I was a little kid, this is was my college dream. I don’t know why I even deserve this (especially knowing how the test went HAHA).

thank you, thank You, SO MUCH. I cannot contain my happiness and the way my heart is racing and the way I can feel it booming out of my chest right now. Thank You. Thank You!!


*endless happy dance*

disregard the footsteps and we'll never tell a soul.

Haven't posted in a while. So here's like a quick update of things.

So it may be February 21 but it's still February 14 at our house. Church friends decorated our tree by cutting out hearts from a Red Ribbon cake box. And they got a heart shaped balloon and perched it on top. It's a really cute idea actually. The background story of this was that we started our holiday decorations late. We put up our tree and lights up real late, like a few days before actual Christmas, so we decided to have our decor stay longer. 

Tiramisu cake, Red Ribbon

At least I think this is a Tiramisu cake. My parents' Bible Study group brought this over in celebration of one of their members' birthday. It was really good. <3

Mom's special chocolate cake

No bias, but this is actually one of the only chocolate cakes I really like. Cause for some reason, I actually don't like chocolate cakes. No matter how famous the brand is or how much people say they like it. Anyway, Mom's has this coffee-butter filling inside and double chocolate icing on top. Mmmm

Ninong Ruben's despedida

My Ninong came back from the States. Before he had to leave again, we hosted a despedida for him at our house and also a 'happy birthday' celebration, hence the cake.

Sunken Garden, UP Diliman

We were actually stuck in the mud when I took this picture. We went to the UP fair last Friday, and we accidentally entered through the exit of the fair. It was so so so incredibly muddy, omg. Like that was the number one thing that ruined the entire fair. I tried not to let it get to me though. But I have to admit that it sucked big-time. The mud.

A few other pictures I took at the fair:

L-R: Whang, Me, Tan

Me and Tan!

Abby and I!

Nightynight, world.

I'll call you the real thing.

I guess every once in a while, everyone receives their share of wake-up calls. And I just received mine just today about f r i e n d s h i p. 
To value it more. To appreciate the people who will possess that friendship. Because they might be way more special than you think they already are.
There are so many sweet, precious people around me. Time to take care of them like they're silver and gold.