My blog buddie!


Yes! I am very excited to announce you all, that my real friend Iman Syami, has joined WORDPRESS! YAY!  Okay, I always loved her work, but well, you all know I am not really in love with tumblr as much as I am with wordpress.

So to check her blog, which trust me, you will love click here.

Iman Syami, I am honored to welcome you to my world! The world that we shall be sharing from now on.

Love

Maria

I wanna be loved.


I wanna be loved
To feel the smile on my face
To not know the reason

I wanna be loved
Just like that
To love and be loved
To think of you for long

And lay to be there on my bed
With endless sleepless nights

I wanna cry
I wanna cry missing you
I want to feel love
Because you know you need it
Because you know its the core
The core of me and you

We need love to hold on to
We need love  to survive
Aren’t you gonna love?
Or wait…  don’t you want to survive?

To survive in your love


When I was so afraid to love again…
I saw you standing alone ,
And when I saw your eyes
It gave me give the strength
To go over anything and everything
To just be able to love you….

You paralize me, you mesmerize me,
Nothing in this world can describe
How hard it is for me to not…
To not lose my mind over you.

I wanna love you I wanna hug you
Just please give me the strength ,
Give me the strength to keep up,
To keep up with this world,

To not go crazy over your love,
And survive in your love…

Tournament cancelled.


Yes, ugh. As much as I hate to announce that, but my coach forgot to tell me that it was Masters, not Juniors. And to do masters, I was suppose to go for 8 tournaments minimum. And I just went for 1.

I was full of confidence and was so in the mood of tennis and this is how it ends… Ehh… its okay, we shall wait for the new season, the new Maria, and the better stamina ( gotta work for it! ) and tennis.

 

Tennis Tournament.


Alas, I have a tournament tomorrow. From noon till 6 pm I will be on the court working my butt off for every single shot. Since I didn’t work out today at all, and yesterday too, I will have a double problem. Wish me luck guys! Because really, I am sick of getting nervous or too excited and then blowing it all off knowing I can kick anyones ass with my experience of tennis and the un-girly power.

Today I had my report card for term two. Nope, I am not gonna brag about it and show you the picture of it. Okay, honestly I would have, but I am just too lazy to get up from my bed and stream the picture from my iPhone. I got 97% which was okay. All A’s but not A+ which I usually like to see in my report card….

Anyhow, please, don’t tell me I am smart, because I work just too hard to be called smart. I am just a girl who puts a lot of effort on doing things. Thats it. Hope you had a good day and a good weekend ahead! As you do know, my weekend already started, please please, again, wish me luck for my tournament 😦

Done with my daily life, I have a poem I wrote at school about tennis. -inserts heart next to tennis- Well you all know how much sickly in love I am with tennis. The adrenaline I get from it, from running, from hitting the ball and kicking the guys ass off by showing that women have a very good  power I just can’t stop loving it. And yes, I will stop now talking about tennis and share this poem with you:

The sound of the ball hitting the ground,
The sound of the strings after bouncing back the ball.
Running and wiring for each and every ball.
How is there nothing to like,
How is there nothing to yearn for?

The vibration of the strings,
The satisfaction of winning.
What can be there not to like in tennis,
What could be there to hate?

Looking at the ball, checking where the player is,
Oops, missed, lost.