My sister...

I was reading my sisters blog.... (yes i actually read it) An it made me realise many many many things.

Firstly it reminded me of all our fights. The lift and Looking Tower one was the best....(btw its a lift). Its awesome, really. She is so right when it comes to the difference between buddies and friends and I am so touched that she thinks of me in that way. I mean, after 2 years I am actually reading that post. The memories came pouring back. We watched stardust together...(now I know why she went missing; she was in one of her philosophical moments)

Aahhh... Moments. A single one can change your whole life.Just like a few moments of mine spent with a real jackass has made me crazy about him.I wasted my time on that jackass. Well, we all make mistakes. My sister knew it was coming but didn't say anything. Why? Because she always wanted me to make my own mistakes. The problem is why should I when I could easily learn from hers? The beauty with being the youngest is that we learn from those around us.

Here is the reason to why I was so shy, and still is occasionally today. I used to watch people. Their attitudes and actions and how others reacted to them. I learned from people around me. I was terrified of making mistakes. This year, after learning that I had missed out so much socially by just watching, I changed. I learned to live life the way I should. I learned that I have to make mistakes to grow, to gain my own experiences.

Somebody once asked me, "Ah. You must be followin your sisters footsteps"
I simply replied "No. I am creating my own"

I am proud of my words. My sister thought me to be confident enough to say those words. I may complain or tell her off for something but the fact that she is really important to me will never change (no sis u can't take my blue blouse):P My presence is felt by others around me. I dont blend with the background. I stand out. Like the other day I was walking towards someone. He had his back turned. When I reached he said "I just knew it was you" I asked "how come?" He said "I just knew it."

After reading her blog, and her brief description of me, a lot of it has changed. I am bubbbly now, I am not afraid to show my sarcasm and dry wit. She gave me the encouragement. Now I cant live without going out with my friends. (Last record 5 Saturdays in a row.. mum was ballistic) I read more and write more. Proof is this blog. I am experimenting. I am CHANGING but I'm still that competitive nerd who loves harry potter. Somethings will never change. And I have a new found love for rock. (but chocolate, my sleep, games and cars are still my weaknesses)

I am who I am today after learning from my sister. People admire my confidence nowdays. I am so proud of myself that I have learned to become ME.

I am who I am... nothing more nothing else... I am my own person, my own identity. And no one can take that away from me.

I am no longer the sour faced little girl sitting at the back and always complaining. I am the crazy punk who blasts the stereo who lives life to the fullest.Thank you sis for making me a better person. Thank you for teaching me how to make mistakes and how to learn form them.

I LOVE YOU SIS.