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To the mother who forces me to bring my eyeglasses to school lest some piece of dirt (or cat fur) fucks up the eye, putting the spectacle case on the ironing board to remind me.

To the friend who surprisingly texts me to bring those same glasses to school and cheers me on.

To the father who suddenly tells me he wants to make that 45-minute journey up to fetch me after my paper which ends at 7pm, the journey of which he hates. When he normally tells me to do everything myself.

To the friend who volunteers to wake up early, drive in from town, fetch me all the way to the uni's dilapidated location which is utterly inconvenient.

To the folks who spend and make me bird's nest and stock up the fridge with all the desserts Piggy would love; who suddenly offered to fetch me for today's afternoon paper; who have been more than generous in terms of concern; who think they ain't doing enough. Who accede to my bird nest requests even if it isn't for concentration or mental strengthening, "because it makes me happy".

To the friends who've been spreading well wishes and love, and utter concern.

To the people who've been making me laugh especially over the shit that has happened.

To the grandparents who used to insist on me drinking ginseng and brand's essence after I left their home; who used to brew them for me.

To the brother who cracks me up and refuses to print my stuff for me, speaking in his strange wonky British accent.

To the friend who bribes me with clothes so I'll study.

To the mother who comes up with a huge cup of honey because I was feeling sick.

To the friend who teases me non-stop, and gets me rolling on the floor in his matter-of-fact tone.

To the friends who excitedly plan what we're gonna do post-papers; who talk so much to keep me entertained when I feel too lazy to open my mouth.

To the cat who irritates me non-stop by waking me up earlier with the days by being the suicide bomber slamming her body against the door-- 430 am today to be exact-- but leaves me in great delight picking her up or waking up to see a panda-face sleeping on me.

To the friend who sent me the awesome Everything by Michael Bublé, that I can't help humming in delight; and to all in my Music People Network. Yay.

To the ones who go beyond mere formality.

To my Fantastic Four who keep me sane by retaining my insanity. To the Birdie who greets me with 'moos' and whom I 'cheep cheep' back to in the lamest of ways.

Tiny bits of concern that mean alot-- all my sweet fuggers in life. Who have our ties strengthened and make me believe in the beauty in life.

When you expect less, when you learn to live your life independently and more responsibly, the people surprise you. Leaving you incredibly touched.

And growing up has made me realize that all this time, I've been standing on the shoulders of very tall giants who bear with my stiletto heels poking into them. Those very same people whom I don't call my family, my loves, my friends. The people I call My People. The people, whether dead or alive.

Treasure the people around you-- i.e. the people who should be treasured.


This song is for them, by the Divine Better Midler, from the show that makes me tear like a sissy, Beaches.

Celebrating My People.