inspirations

My very first and most important inspiration, my sister. When I was little, I used to watch my sister draw and sketch. She's quite the artist. I was maybe 5 years old...I used to think that when you draw a person, you need to draw EVERYTHING inside and outside that person: the bones, nerves, muscles, then the body, and then clothes on top of all that....seemed so complicated, so I never really drew anything more than stick figures. One day I saw my sister draw, and I realized that you really don't need the bones, nerves, and muscles...all you need to draw are the clothes and the person. Struggling start...but my sister has made me today an artist. An artist not just in art, but in thoughts as well. She's my start to a lot of things in life, of course the first sister, but also the first best friend. She is my first inspiration, my foundation. The first splash of color to my life, that which will forever remain. Embodiment of a sisterly care...I love it when she spoils me! :) What I learned from her is something no friend, no family could teach....something that can only be felt...an experience most real, but even more dream-like, a lesson of a lifetime.

My friends are my second most important inspirations. I learned how to care about people and see the other side of life through my friends. I learned to take risks in life, run after dreams, fight for what I believe in, and give, give, and give unconditionally. I realized my true identity and still continue today to find something new about myself every single day. They taught me how to appreciate the little things in life and go ahead and do the big ones ;) The difference between right and wrong, the difference between those who can show that they care and those who aren't able to show it--and to appreciate and love them both.

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I had a strange dream last night, I composed a whole song in my dream!! And when I woke up, I found myself humming this song! It was hilarious :D I was dancing in the park outside my nana-nani's house and I was swinging on gigantic swing! I wore a beautiful reddish pink ghagra/skirt, dressed like a princess, with the finest sparkling jewelery. But there was no one around. I was alone in the park and alone in the house.
Before that, I had another dream in which I was with someone I know and care about a lot. I was talking to this person's professor, and when I turned around, this person was gone :( The last thing I remember was that I just ran out of the building...and then I woke up to a tummy ache.