Morning mind of the writer.


After playing yesterday tennis, and desperately needing to win, I was moving my best. Serving my best. Trying to know my mistake.

And my mistake was not in my movement not in my serve neither in my backhand. It was in my brain. Thinking too much about the previous ball while I was suppose to think forward. I was loosing. And on top of that, the way my enemy was playing was horrible. Too slow balls, too high balls. The once I despise. Because, if you play tennis you will now, that needs a lot of more concentration than the other fast sexy balls! Yes I call fast and low balls as sexy balls. Because they are sexy. Aren’t they?

Luckily I didn’t get any cramps this night,I was wearing a sweater and leg warmers in the heat of Dubai with no AC on and actually, it felt amazing. Even though I still feel my body ache. Sorry body, I know I didn’t take you to the gym for 2 days, but body, you know  how much your brain was functioning and not functioning on the quiz days. So please, forgive me! And stop aching…

So my point of this post? That our life becomes so miserable because of our brain. The way we think changes the result, no matter how good or bad we are in it. Example? Exams. I always get a few points minus because of those really really stupid mistakes. And I have realized today that, because I expect my self to make a mistake, because the inner me is still nervous I actually do make a mistake. So change your point of view guys, make it look like the most easiest thing you have ever done in your life. But don’t over do it please. Because we all know what happens when you open your book before the day of the exam and you are  like: ” Oh I know this!And this! Ehh so easy! ” And on the day of exam? ” Shit.”

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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.

The writer got a crush.


Okay, as much as I hate to admit it, it feels like I have a crush. I hate having a crush. Those cheesy moments when your thinking about that guy, and then thinking if he likes you back. I mean who the heck cares? Why can’t you just live your life with out any crushes? Why does it have to be me? 😦

The times when your friends tease you about that and you try to have a serious face… Oh god… this is torture! And I feel stupid about that. I mean its not that I don’t watch romantic movies or read about love, its just the fact that I don’t want to be in it. I find it too distracting. So my dear viewers, if the next few weeks you see really cheesy poems, I am sorry, because I think you will have to suffer with that! And if you are curious about the guy, I won’t tell you. All I can say is that I played tennis with him, and he is seriously good. Like I love his play, not how he looks like, or whatever, but his play! And its silly, I know. And I feel I am the most stupidest person for having feelings for him. I mean, why? Like I wish there wasn’t something like feelings. Well I will try not having that at least until I finish university, because the last thing I want to think about at nights is about some dude when in reality I should be worrying about my test!

What do you think about relationships? Comment please… maybe I will feel better seeing you having the same opinion! 😀

This is probably how I feel and look like at the moment.