"Sov du hos en kille inatt eller? Du går ju så konstigt..."

No, but my legs hurt sooooo much..and so does my tush and my arms..But, ta-ta-ta-taa-taaaa-I´m lovin it! Ok so we have some trouble with the kickboxing skills, but I'm a hopeful rookie, and some lucky and sunny day, I will be able to kick your ass! You betcha! Kind of a hustle, though, getting in and out of Uppsala to work out. You see, my kickboxing place is in Stökholm, in a basement-like-and-stinking-of-human fluids-place. Smells so funky. "If sperm, spit and sweat needed a place to chill out, it´d be here..." this should be their slogan, as understood by me and my asskicker-sidekick Nadia. And of course, we don´t know the name of any of our instructurs (we only know Sami, the "headmaster"), so we call the rest "Elefantmannen" (does he ever wear underwear?), "Tomten" (=little elf, cos he always wears a bandana that makes him look like a killer-elf), "Pigelin" (=popcicle, as in ice-cream, he's so small and sweet)and then there is "the girl" (cos she´s a girl, simple as that). Any way, ask me again in a couple of months, if my kicking´s gotten any better!