Q: That's from the bottom of my heart.

Manners auntie, please. This old lady was pushing her way through the line at the Arena of Stars, not knowing that I was already sticking closely to my mom’s back. Let’s put it simply in these words; she wasn’t able to get pass me due to the narrow passage and also my stubborn self who refuses to acknowledge rude living beings. Unfortunately for the auntie, Pika called for an invitation to watch Spain and Italy duke it out together over the phone. We were doing some nasty talking, not quite so. I was just complaining to her that people can be so selfish. Age is really just a number at times. And like magic, the ah ma stopped putting pressure on me. Lifesaver!

Genting was surprisingly packed with people and even at 2am, a good majority was up partying and waiting for the final round of the UEFA Euro to begin. My dad wanted to experience the hall and the noise. I would have passed on it if not for those free sculpting balloons! It’s been awhile since I last held one. You should see how this female clown was amazed at work. Some other aunties were pestering me to make a lollipop for them. *sigh* The line wasn’t getting any shorter either.

The game ended in Spain’s favor. Four goals to none and I was delighted. Pika owes me RM200 and dad’s snoring like a lawnmower.

GOAL!!
Vonnie S.