Around and Around The Frozen Fountain

Blwekk! I just came back from my mom's birthday dinner. My dad chose Cherating steak house. It was a beautiful place. We got the perfect seats. Eventhough it was a beautiful place, but the noise wasn't beautiful. There was a group of chinese ladies. and they were so damn noisy. Our perfect seating turned into a bad seating. Later on, we were getting annoyed by their noise. They sounded cheap when they laugh put loudly, screamed among them, joking out loud and as what have my grandma called them, 'no etiquette people', I ordered spaghetti bolognese. While we were waiting. Our patient were reaching to the max. In an expensive restaurant, they weren't suppose to do that. Suddenly, my dad called one of the waiter and said, "can we get other table, here is too noisy. Those girls are so loud". Then, the went to search for other tables but the other tables that can fit our numbers are full. Then my mom told us, she is so annoyed and she wanted to diss(if that's the word) those girls. I'm not the type who cared about this thing. If something foolish happens around me, I get embarassed fast. So I hate it everytime my mom scolds people. Luckily, there was a table at last. Thanks god, those bitches were far away.

I got my food. For god's sake! The spaghetti was a lot! I though twice if I could finish the food. I ate and i gave some to my maid. I finished my food early. I did not speak much because my stomach was bloated. Before I ate my spaghetti, I had mushroom soup. I hope I won't become fat tomorrow when I wake up. Seriously. I can swallow anything anymore tonight. Okay peeps, that's all for now. Later :)

Okay, here's the thing. I can't help myself from loving Taylor Swift. I found out that my expression in my 'about me' sucked! So, just now, I just read Taylor Swift's 'about me' and I can't stop myself from reading. It was great. I've been her fan and sometimes I thought if Taylor Swift could ever be my sister. I have no sisters blaaaa. So let me start off by, Hi I'm Balqish. I am 15 years old and I grow older every 15th of July and my lucky number is 15. I love my cardigan and my black flats but not as much as I love my family. Taylor Swift inspires me a lot and she gave me some ideas on how to write about myself because I was born to be speechless everytime i'm asked to tell about myslef. How do I begin. No, I don't know. Reading her essay gives me something to tell. I over-think things and sometimes i'm crazy. I can't miss telling you that I am talkative. I tell you, if you're in my shoe, you won't suit yourself because I am a totally different human. I hope God won't make any other human who is similar to me so that'll make me special. I love spaghetti that my mom cooks. It's a recipe from my grandmother. I make sure that my hands know how to use a pan. My junior years in High School sucks and from that, thank God I learn about boys. In every stories of a girl, there must be a chapter of her about guys or love and in most stories of the artists in Hollywood where i'm free to rock the stage, they were picked on in their junior high. Isn't that pathetic? Well, awesome for me that nobody in my life had ever tried to ruin my school years, and years to come I hope that won't happen because if that happens, I'll call my cats at home right away and scare the beejezus outta those b*****s. Yes, b*****s, most of them hates and scared of cats. See? Those things I said, I was out of the way. I am talkative. I don't want to talk much here but there's one more thing, I hate cowards. Me myself, I'm not that real tough but i'm pretty tough inside. No matter what I do, I always remind myself that life is just a piece of cake. You fail if you eat, but you're tough enough if you stand up, give a pissing stare at the cake and walk away. Singing is my obsession. Reading is my well, yeap, still a hobby. So thanks you to eeryone who viewed and spent your precious time reading this piece of whatever. I know that you probably have some other good stuffs to do. But anyway, Thank You. As Taylor Swift(probablyitsannoyingyesiknow) had wrote... I love like sparkles and having the last word. And that's real love. --Balqish :)