Greetings Loves,

That was one hell of a weekend. The Red Devils were in town and I was lucky enough to watch the sexy players strut their stuff, in flesh. The Malaysian Team played rather proficiently, but the lack of teamwork was shameful. The score was 2-3, with the Red Devils as the eventual winners, without a doubt. It was rather stimulating having the whole stadium erupt in very loud cheers, be it when the Red Devils scored or even when the Malaysian team scored. Regardless of the fact that most of the spectators came in red, including me. Talk about showmanship, very nice. A dinner with the Lover followed soon after. One of the aunts was kind enough to have bought me a ticket to watch Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince on Sunday. Frankly, the movie wasn't as enticing as the book, enough said. How could they just add and minus scenes like that ? It's so annoying when they do that, ergh. Anywho, another aunt was kind enough to send me to Marcos Pizza after the movie for the D*Starz party. I seriously thought their pizzas were somehow or rather better than Pizza Hut and Dominos, thus explains the amount of pizza and pasta that I shoved down my throat. The desserts were scrumptious too. Later on, we made our way to AC to play a game or three of foosball. As we were all craving for ice cream, we headed to McD for their famous sundaes. We got to talking about things that brought us back to our friendship, three years back. Although we went separate ways, but sharing a same passion for cheer has always kept our bond strong until now. Last night has made me realized that the three of them are the ones that I can really talk to, relate to and really feel comfortable opening up to. Don't get me wrong here, all my other friends are equally as great and I love all of them dearly. But maybe sharing a same passion in life is the thing that made them easier for me to relate to.


Loves,
Aniss :)

Greetings Loves,

That was one hell of a weekend. The Red Devils were in town and I was lucky enough to watch the sexy players strut their stuff, in flesh. The Malaysian Team played rather proficiently, but the lack of teamwork was shameful. The score was 2-3, with the Red Devils as the eventual winners, without a doubt. It was rather stimulating having the whole stadium erupt in very loud cheers, be it when the Red Devils scored or even when the Malaysian team scored. Regardless of the fact that most of the spectators came in red, including me. Talk about showmanship, very nice. A dinner with the Lover followed soon after. One of the aunts was kind enough to have bought me a ticket to watch Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince on Sunday. Frankly, the movie wasn't as enticing as the book, enough said. How could they just add and minus scenes like that ? It's so annoying when they do that, ergh. Anywho, another aunt was kind enough to send me to Marcos Pizza after the movie for the D*Starz party. I seriously thought their pizzas were somehow or rather better than Pizza Hut and Dominos, thus explains the amount of pizza and pasta that I shoved down my throat. The desserts were scrumptious too. Later on, we made our way to AC to play a game or three of foosball. As we were all craving for ice cream, we headed to McD for their famous sundaes. We got to talking about things that brought us back to our friendship, three years back. Although we went separate ways, but sharing a same passion for cheer has always kept our bond strong until now. Last night has made me realized that the three of them are the ones that I can really talk to, relate to and really feel comfortable opening up to. Don't get me wrong here, all my other friends are equally as great and I love all of them dearly. But maybe sharing a same passion in life is the thing that made them easier for me to relate to.


Loves,
Aniss :)