when france missed the penalty, 3 faces darkened.
when italy succeeded its last penalty, woah! thunderstorm!

k, jan and i caught the match at east coast macs after much deliberation and plenty of driving around.
( to think that before the start of the match they bought lots of food as pre-celebration)

ah!

poor cute zidane.
his head butt looked childish. let's not go into whether it really is childish because you never know what happened on the field, you know, provocation etc etc etc.

but in that minute, he transformed into a little boy!
he should have thrown a punch. wayyyy cooler.

so the world cup is over. do you know the italian players received a cool USD21.5 million.

sigh. give me a miniscule fraction of that and i'd be one happy lark.

happiness is feeling superbly famished, and then you go to the kitchen and you find your favourite cintan spicy mee goreng, chicken in a biscuit, coke, and kinder bueno.

and you eat it in the dead of the night, when everyone else is sleeping, and you have all the quiet and peace to yourself.

and to top it off?

you've got a really great book to read while you are eating.

sighs.