My awesome days at tennis!!!

27th January, 2012

I'm positioning to be ready to hit the tennis ball.

I'm learning to do "backhand" with my coach

Me hitting the ball

It was fun learning tennis and i can't wait to learn more...

Tennis player's journal

27th of January, 2012...

Dear readers,

 This is the day that my dream is becoming true. The pain and suffering in the tennis court are now ending. The last few weeks have been the most difficult days of my life. I felt great pain when I accidentally hit my toe with the racket. It was like an elephant stepped on my toe. Three more lessons and I will become free as a bird. The coaches will make you do the same thing over and over until you get it right. This painful session is extremely long. It is a whole one hour. I know it is a long time, but I am managing to finish these extreme tasks of just hitting the ball and positioning my racket. It is the most hardest sport on Earth. Do you know how hard it is to hit that stupid yellow ball?
  Trust me, it is the hardest thing in your life. Please help me. I'm one of the victim that is about to taste the death of the tennis ball. After you master this technique, you'll become a zombie. This is because the last victim turned into a zombie and got addicted to tennis. Then he went to Zomberica and went to the zombie tennis court. Frighteningly he won a zombie tennis world cup. Scary right?? So never learn tennis.

What a lovely surprise!!!

It started as a normal day. No harm was done to our peaceful, quiet house, until peace was unfortunately broken by the enthusiastic sound by a boy. That was me of course >w< ...

 The silence was disturbed when my father gave me a fantastic present. It was a Centaurus (a kind of fighting beetles) it could carry 200 times his own weight. I gave him a house to live in and named him Samson. Samson enjoyed his life until he was caught by the guards of our condominium. There was a rule that there was to be no pets in the condominium. I felt miserable. I regreted that I took him out to decorate his house with soil and trees.

 Only chance to get my buggy back was to smuggle him back into my house. It was a hard thing to do. First we had to give it to one of our friend's dad which he passed it to my dad. Then my dad secretly put it in his laptop bag and smuggled it inside. Thank God he wasn't caught.

 So finally Samson was back to us....

He Was A Comeback BUG
It is so good to have him back in my house. I felt elated...