5-3

we went to watch the finals at the Hilton over drinks, croissants (french) and tiramisu (italian). i was so smug when France scored the first goal, giggling at the complete buffooning of the Italian goalie. i’m so totally winning this game, i turned around to say to him, you sure you still wanna bet with me?! but then when Italy scored a header i wasnt so happy anymore. i panicked slightly when Vieira was exchanged .. but it was when Zidane was sent off that i knew i was doomed. i was so moody i couldnt bring myself to finish my cookie.

and then Italy had to win. 5-3 in penalty shootouts. omg.

i’m not usually this into football. but let me tell you why this match holds particular significance to me. this is what i could have won if France had won the Fifa World Cup Finals :

3 dinner dates
1 hugeeeeee box of Leonidas chocolates
1 mega ice cream excursion
1 dress from any label i want
1 rendezvous with a special someone

and

RM1000 worth of shoes.

HELLO?!?!?! damn pain okay!!!! i’m like so depressed now. there goes that BCBG dress i reeeeally wanted. and omg all the SHOES that could have been mine……

righto. so i’m going to go drown my sorrows in Tmn Connaught dim sum right now. i predict a lot of asian food for me in the next few weeks, because i am going on a pasta and pizza strike. and a latte strike. and cappucino strike, and a tiramisu strike. basically anything that’s Italian, i’m not going to eat.

:( :( :(

cry with me.

Comments July 10th, 2006