Ironic game

Tomorrow, I will once again start playing the sport-that-I-love-but-secretly-doesn't want-to-play....TENNIS! Yes, my love for this sport is really quite ironic. I always look forward to future trainings with my  gifted and understanding coach. Yet I'm always too tired to call him to arrange our sessions and thinking about the upcoming session...let's say...TOMORROW, doesn't make me feel any more enthusiastic about it -.-

But what's weird is that when I do arrive at the court and see that it's unfit for playing, (e.g.wet or being used) I feel downhearted T^T...

On the other hand, when we do start training and I finally start whacking some(around 30-40) balls, it feels great! Tiring, yes, but great!

I guess it's just lethargic-ness getting to me -.-

Well better hit the pink hay now >o<

~sheydilee~

I wanna play!

That's right I have classes this summer..well not the ones you're suppose to take when you fail a subject or two..Hell no! Just those classes that aside from keeping me busy, would help me develop my talents as well...

This year, I decided to take Tennis and English. 

Tennis to continue what I've started last year and well, I just love the game! Just like how boys love basketball (or somethin close to that >.<) But sadly, I still need to straighten my schedule with my instructor since our supposed session..he stood me up! Meaning, there wasn't any first session for this summer yet <_<...i>

~sheydilee~

*_*