"Guys from Kazakhstan aren't bad looking."

And one of them smells like mint. *giggles*
It's true. I have photo's of them. (Not of them smelling like mint, silly, photo's of Kazakhstan boy's with me in the picture.)

*Ignore the fuzzy pictures and my squinty eyes. They were taken with a camera phone. And I'm sleep deprived.

Part of the Kazakhstan team. With my master, Yunne and a South Africa guy.

Kazakhstan.

Kazakhstan. He's the shyest among his friends but keeps giving me funny looks.

She's really awesome. Gold in sparring. Fights like a maiden warrior and sings like an angel. During the closing ceremony at night, she sang in front of everyone. Magical.

I can't remember which country but tough people.

South Africa

Ange is crazy over big, strong, muscular guys. She saw one playing with nun chucks and immediately swoon over him.

This is the guy that I mentioned about. Look at his muscles.

Today is the last day of the tournament. 17 countries participated. Included Malaysia.
Among the many few I remember is Canada, Scotland (I saw their kilt and macho guys in their traditional costume! Imagine a strong, tough man wearing skirt. Completely blows you're mind), Alaska, USA, Germany, South Africa, Pour ta De Asiago, and Kazakhstan.
I can't remember the others.

As I recall, while the judges were comparing heights for the 15-17 category, I was placed in the 'short' category.
Mum's exact words, "You looked so small among them!" she exclaimed to me when I got home.
Well, I felt small. Standing among everyone.
But being short has its benefits. One of the main reasons I got to win. Never underestimate shortness.

By the way, I just deleted my Friendster account. Got frustrated with the junk they keep sending. Laying off these social networks. For now.

I just got the email! It's going to arrive within 24 hours. So it's either today or tomorrow.
I can't wait for the package to arrive. Vick says I'm crazy saving up for it but that's her and this is me.

Oh, Nash, you are so wrong. I can't believe you said that. How did you even think of it is beyond me. Go and be all mushy and lovey dovey with you're girlfriend and leave me alone. Hmp.

It's late. I'm tired. Someone's in for a surprise later.
And I plan to be there. Got to sleep.
I'm talking in transitions again. Crap.

Till time brings us together again.
Ending it here.

P.S. The guy that smells like mint isn't in the picture above. =]