Ima 3rd place ass kicker

Another tournament for the year. First, our club members waited at the gym with a few other friends from Kedah and two girls they brought to show me. (Those tongue twisted-talkers found out I was still single and wanted to get me someone I'd be interested in. I'll get back to this later.) So we sped off to the sports arena at Bandar Sri Damansara, got our names registered, changed our outfit, practiced our techniques, went through our teacher's lecture and waited almost forever to get into the ring. I didn't really do so well for the patterns because -

1. No energy. I waited until I was starving not knowing when my turn would be and when I wanted to go eat, it was my turn.
2. Slippery Fall. They cellotaped a lousy old carpet to the floor that was given to them by a Surau. Made our jumps really unstable.
3.The judges suck.

Well I wasn't the only one in my club. Our turns for the patterns were over and we waited even longer to fight in the ring. I got third place in a knockout event. Again, I blame the carpets. They should've left the floor naked.

During those long hours waiting, I was teaching my friends english while they were teaching me the Kedah language. After that, they were like whispering to me how nice those two girls are. I shoved off their offer and said "either I wait till college to find my own or the nxt time they pay a visit, they should bring a bus full of choices." They shook my hand and said 'Alrite! will do!" They'll be leaving KL this monday. Too bad my father didn't go back to kampung, or else we'd be partying at my place! Well, alot of fun and teasing was kinda going between me and one of them. But who cares, the rest of my friends were teasing to the max. Oh yea, my clubs got a new website made by moi. Check it out here http://gymeman.bravehost.com

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