.hoolaalaa.

Last night was…

INTENSE!

HIDDINK MUST HAVE THOUGHT HE COULD BEAT ITALY ONCE AGAIN but the azzuri beat the aussies to make it for the quarter final! With some luck, Totti beat Schwarzer with a shot from the penalty spot. Thank God, they really needed that! They played quite well during the opening minutes, running harder against the Aussies but when Materazzi was sent off shortly after half time they began to panic. Oh well, so was I and the rest of the Azzuri’s fans. They looked pathetic and worn out, trying to liven up their attacking options with only ten players. The Azzuri seems to have quite a few good chances but the young players seem to let it go.

Jaws tighten, fist curled…I was actually holding my breath and pee the whole 90th minute of the game before letting out a silent scream. “GOAAAALLLLLLLL!!!” when the ball when through Aussie’s keeper. Gosh, it’s tragic to watch the game all by myself!!!! x_X

In between watching the match, I had to change my niece’s diapers and prepared them for bed. My sister was given a red card during her check up to which she had to be sent off to SJMC for an appendicitis surgery. So I was left with the three princesses…it was a bit hard to multitask during an important game. Ah, but I saw it as a good practise in case I got married in the next three to four years, before the next world cup. Hurhur.

I had my medical check up as well, for my back injury. Alhamdullilah, it’s nothing serious. Advice from the doctor: “Cik, janganlah lasak sangat ye? Awak tu dah la halus, kecik. Ni world cup sokong team mana?” Ceh.

Brisbane-born Geoff Letchford is having his work display until July 9th in Bangsar. I would love to go but hate the idea of going there by myself. Not that I’m a fan of this Aussie’s acclaimed photographer but I want to see how he can emblazon people’s faces onto any surface you want. He snaps a photo and transforms it into a giant montage for the wall, bedroom curtains and even shopping bags! One of the many many ideas I have for my ideal bedroom is to have my visage captured in black and white and mounted onto the wall. Instead of settling for other people’s paintings or sculptures, I want to be my own art in my own house (Ah, my face is already a unique piece of design, why use others!) And I want to see how Letchford did it.

As a photographer, either pro or amateur, it’s amazing how we can see the subtleties of personalities and the individual beauty of everyone. And to be able to portray it superbly in images is another gift.

While I was munching a bar of chocs…I realized this:

The magic of world cup and my itchy snappy fingers: they are both warmth and bond me with strangers, uniting them to be my friends and cohorts.

Tehehe.

To those who understand, you know what I mean.

Yeehaww.


.tired ib, with the sun light.


.the kids and their babysitter.




Living my life pathetically happy.
__Ib