Around and Around The Frozen Fountain

Am I ready? Am I ready? I've asked myself this question like a billion times and the answer remains the same, I don't know. Well yeah, look at me, still stuck infront of the laptop. I just have to. I can't focus on the paper without looking on the screen. Because? I'll fall asleep. FAST. I am sleepy and I can't afford to pile up my homeworks. So I got to get it done. Back to the question, am I ready? That is a question that can just struck my heart with an arrow and it sticks there for a while. I don't want to talk much about Trial and the Big Exam. It's frustating and tension.

BTW, I worked the fishtail braid on my hair yesterday night for almost one hour. Gosh, my hands were so damn tired but, at last yeah I did the fishtail brais. I was so happy. I'm really into it. Yeah, well I'll consider about putting the pictures of the braid I took. Okay, homeworks calling ;) kay bye

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 :)