Michael Phelps is the legend.
anyone who just turned on the television at around 10.10 am and switched to the olympics swimming channel would see the 100m butterfly men round. and if you watched the first fifty metres, you'd see that michael phelps couldn't win the gold for the round.
i thought that way too, because he wasn't even in the top 3 during the point in time when he turned back and swam.
Cavic, it seemed, would win the butterfly 100m.
until, when the last few strokes, my dad was like "look, he's catching up!" and then the gold was given to phelps. Cavic had lost to him by a hundredth of a second. Sucks when you could have won with another stroke. Cavic would have won if he didn't drift to the finish. Cavic would have won if phelps didn't make that last finishing stroke which propelled him to the line first, ahead of cavic. Still, he really is the legend. In such an intense 50 metres, he fought to the finish, and actually won the damn race. that's what i call an olympic champion. Good luck for that eighth gold medal, phelps! i'd be cheering for him.
So today wasn't just about the astonishing finish by michael phelps. i went to my grandmother's house in the afternoon. didn't go band, because i really didn't see the point of it. shouldn't we be stepping down soon? but no matter. i didn't really have a great time there anyways. Made me feel like going for band. it just sucked BIG TIME. my brother didn't go ("i'd rather stay at home"), my jie didn't go ("..." i think she needed to study.) so i went with my father. it contributed to the reasons why i didn't really enjoy my time there. not because of my dad, but because i was like, alone.
Although the time there was not-so-enjoyable, the ride there was superb. my dad just bought a new car, a Mazda MX5, and could only hold 2 people in there. my dad drove us there with that car, and i have to say, it really was an experience. the car is so low, it actually feels like your feet are nearing the ground. the speed seems faster too, maybe because you're nearer to the ground.
and when we went back home, he retracted the roof of the car, and made the windows go down. it really was shiok. the wind's slapping you on your face, and what ever. your hair would get messed up if you didn't gel it/tie it. my hair was short, so it didn't really get messed up =)
pictures, plus a few others i took this month.
