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If Zac Efron were Spanish

Meet Ricky Rubio, a 17-year-old basketball prodigy and member of the Spanish Olympic basketball team. The Spaniards put up a good fight, but the NBA stars (finally) showed why they are the best in the world. Well, there’s definitely no shame in this silver medal. In fact, going with Malaysia’s logic, they should all be made Datuks.

I think Ricky looks like Zac Efron. In fact, if a Spanish adaptation of High School Musical should ever be made, I reckon he should play Troy Bolton. He’s the right age, has the right looks and is actually really good at basketball. Someone give this boy a singing and dancing audition.

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Making a splash

So much has been said about Michael Phelps that I really won’t add to it. All you need to know is the man has become the greatest swimmer and most decorated Olympian of all time with a bunch of world records under his Speedos. And that he’s just 23 years old.

Like most everyone else, I rooted for the guy. And now that he’s succeeded, I wonder what it’s like to conquer the world and achieve your wildest dreams at just 23 years old. His maturity is stunning; his talent a potent combination of natural-born ability and unswerving dedication and perseverance. If I, the spectator, watch history being written in jawdropping disbelief and admiration, what does the view look like from the top of the world where Michael currently stands?

I believe everyone has something they’re born to do – an innate ability and passion that, if discovered and nurtured, can lead to great things in that chosen field. Michael Phelps found his. Not for the first time, I wonder if I’ve found mine.

Some people say our 20s are the years of self-discovery, where we sort of figure out what we’re about and what we want to do for the rest of our lives. Never has this rung so true for me than in the past six months or so. I have been giving ‘me’ a lot of thought, and while my early 20s were about making decisions with more gut instinct and less thought, I’m now ready to start consciously mapping my decisions and maybe start planning paths into the future. All while still listening to my instincts, of course; I’ve become a believer in them.

Years from now, when people talk about Michael Phelps and his historic Beijing Olympics outing, I will remind baby Reuben that he watched Michael receive his eighth gold medal, and that his mummy had pointed Michael out to him on television.

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Keeping with the spirit of Beijing:

The 5 Most Chill-Inducing Olympic Moments

And in pictures:

2008 Olympics Opening Ceremony

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Beijing: Day Two 10.30am

With swimming finals on one channel, artistic gymnastics preliminaries on another and tennis preliminaries on a third, I am truly spoilt for choice.

Michael Phelps took his first gold medal in the 400m Individual Medley earlier and I’m now so excited I can barely sit still. He did it in world record time, but I’m sure it’s only the first of many records to be rewritten. For Michael, the biggest record, of course, is the eight gold haul he’s hoping for.

President George Bush is in the stands with his wife Laura, daughter Barbara and his dad. He’s just as excited as everyone else. I like how the Olympics gives the world something good and different to obsess over for 16 days.

Korea just won their first ever Olympic gold medal in the pool – the hero is 18-year-old Park Tae-hwan in the men’s 400m Freestyle. I think the woman in pink sobbing tears of joy is his mother.

There are tears in Michael’s eyes as the American national anthem is played, his first Beijing gold medal around his neck. But the song stops abruptly before it ends and the Americans look around, wondering what is going on. Did someone in the audio room stuff up?

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I really heart the Olympic Games

Beijing 2008 has finally begun. The last time I watched the opening ceremony of a summer Olympic Games, I was still a university student. So much has happened since, naturally.

I love, love, love the Olympic Games. It’s the perfect melting pot of sporting excellence, thrills and spills, good-looking people, inspiration and miracles. Anything can happen at the Olympics. I love how the attention is on the athletes during the countries’ march-in during the opening ceremony, and how it is the heads of state who stand up and cheer and wave for their countrymen from the (VIP section of the) stands.

The athletes are the heroes for a change, the heads of state are proud fans, and even President George Bush manages to look popular because everyone is in such good spirits. As I type, he’s waving an American flag with a big grin on his face and the Americans look just as proud and happy to be waving to him.

I can’t wait to watch the action, hear the lesser-known stories of perseverance and inspiration, and just simply soak it all in. After all, it does come but just once every four years. And here’s a quick glance through of the Malaysian contingent; we’ve never won a gold medal at the Olympics before and hopes are high that this will be the year we take our first. I hope we do, we’ve got a friendly bet going on in the office that we’ll get a public holiday declared if Malaysia wins her first ever gold medal.

By the way, the opening ceremony was simply fabulous (well done, Beijing!) so try to catch a replay if you missed it. Gosh, I’m getting terribly excited watching all these athletes.

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Looking to Beijing.

I’ve been wanting to blog for the past couple of days. But suddenly, I find myself swamped with a ton of work I didn’t see coming, and the prospect of leaving Melbourne as early as the last day of semester (ie the last week of October). Just thinking about it overwhelms me. Will I be able to sell my stuff in time? And so, if anyone needs anything, watch this page. I’ll be putting up a list for sale soon, hopefully.

The Olympic Games have come to an end. Of course I’m sad. What else am I going to watch all day everyday whether I’m really looking at the screen or yet another of my readings for the week?

I was most interested to watch the promotional video for Beijing 2008. I thought they did a good job, though I did find it funny that there was a Chinese kid who was wearing a t-shirt that said “Boston”. But I’m sure it was deliberate. An effort perhaps, to thwart any notions people might have of China as completely “un-westernized”, though honestly, why should that matter? Unless of course the notion of “westernized” is still as closely associated with “civilized” today, as it was like three to four hundred years ago. Which is fertile ground for a massive debate I shall start but not continue. Hmm… maybe I’m reading too much into this. All because of a t-shirt.

I haven’t heard the song “mo li hua” (the only Chinese song they kept singing over and over and over, besides the national anthem) since my primary school days, whereby without fail, at least one person would sing it for the singing competition every year. But my reminiscing was rudely cut short when I saw the girls playing “er hu” (that small stringed instrument they play like a cello) in very, and I mean very, short “cheong sam”. Not to mention their swaying and dancing. Call me conservative – no one has ever called me that before – but was that really necessary? I thought it looked just a teeny bit weird, maybe because I’m used to seeing cheong sams which cover more than just the posterior, and maybe because I have a fleeting suspicion that not even the Singaporean government would allow that kind of attire on stage, never mind the Chinese one. And because I really know nothing about anything, I shall stifle my shouts of “Sell out!” and say, “perhaps it was an effort (again) to reflect open-ness on the part of the Chinese government.” You know, anything to bring the people to Beijing.

Having said all that, I am already excited about Beijing 2008. The emotion, the excitement, the inexplicable reason why I love these sporting events so much… Of course these will fade within the week, only to surface again somewhere closer to 2008, but the seed has been sown. 4 years is a heck of a long time. Who knows what we’ll all be doing in 2008? But when the Beijing Olympics finally come round, we will remember, or at least I will, what I was doing during Athens 2004 and gasp at how quickly time has flown and how much further on in life I’ve gotten.

And on a totally unrelated note, Selamat Belated Hari Merdeka. I remembered, though this blog entry comes a little late (read paragraph 1). I didn’t realize how long it’d been since I last heard our national anthem until I heard the Chinese one being played. I suspect it may have been high school, 1999.

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More highlights.

Athletics
If people were shocked to see a Caucasian winning the men’s 400m last week, they should have seen the women’s 10,000m. One athlete was quoted as saying after the 400m, “I’ve never seen a white man run so fast.” Well, I’ve never seen a Chinese win a running competition at the Olympics either. In an event dominated from the start by 3 Ethiopians and 1 Kenya-born Dutch, she sure stood out as she clung to the leading pack. When she surged forward with just half a lap to go, I near dropped my breakfast muffin. She won easily. I wish I could hear what the Ethiopians had to say after that race.

Diving
There is no question who was the star of the diving pool. For perhaps the first time in 2 Olympics, Malaysia is in the spotlight. Of course much of that probably had to do with the fact that Bryan Nickson is just 4 feet 6 inches tall, 14 years old, 30 kgs, and really cute. Like, in the small boy kinda way. But another major part of it was the fact that he missed qualifying for the semifinals of the 10m platform by just 1 position. 1?!! I was devastated. And how do I know he’s finally made it? Channel 7 not only showed his dives, the studio commentator actually mentioned him. For like, 2 whole sentences. If you’ve been watching Channel 7′s coverage of the Olympics, you’ll know what a great achievement that is.

I miss Astro.

Other breakfast highlights:

The pole-vaulter who well, pole-vaulted over the bar and missed the landing cushion or whatever you call that thingamajig completely. I mean, completely. The poor man could still walk after that, but that has got to hurt something awful.

Rhythmic gymnastics. It takes a special kind of person to be able to bend herself into all kinds of absolutely the weirdest positions, while constantly twirling a 6 metre long ribbon, and with a smile on her face. And the choreography is so, so creative. Ya, it needs a special kind of person to be able to come up with all that too.

The women’s 4x100m relay. The US won so convincingly in the semifinals, I can’t believe they didn’t manage to pass the baton in time.

Did I mention that I really miss Astro?

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She.

No one knew her name, indeed no one had even heard of her before this. She stood among the rest, inconspicuous and yet outstanding at the same time.

She was comparatively small, and her young face had none of the competitiveness and ferocity of the faces around her. She didn’t have the fancy tank tops the others had. No nail polish, definitely no sunnies. Her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail. She wore a plain white baby-T. She looked like a schoolgirl.

No one knew how she came to be there. She doubted anyone really cared. They were all too busy looking at the others. But when she heard the gun, she did what she came to do – she ran.

Arms pumping as hard as she could, it didn’t matter that all eyes were on those ahead. It didn’t matter that she was falling behind, that she would be lucky to finish second-last. She just ran, earnestly, calmly, almost innocently.

While others grimaced, veins straining from the effort, she had a faint smile on her face. Because she knew that she could never hope to outrun them, and because she knew that she had already won.

She was Robina, 18 years old, one of only two women representing Afghanistan at the Olympic Games for the first time, and she finished her race in a national record time of 14.14.

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Aussie, Aussie, Aussie!

The Aussie Olympic spirit is getting to me. Was most surprised to realize I was unconsciously rooting for the Australian Men’s 4×200 freestyle relay, as evidenced by the fact that I was totally disappointed when they lost by hundredths of a second. True, the dismay wasn’t exactly long-lived, but hey, for one who has previously never shown any patriotic dispositions, it’s a good start, even if it’s for the wrong country. To my defence though, I’ve yet to see a single Malaysian in action. I was hoping to catch some of our swimmers in action, but I guess I’m going to have to settle for the divers instead. I am so totally rooting for our 14 year old flag-bearer, even if he’s nowhere near a whiff of a medal.

Speaking of diving though, did anyone catch the shocking stuff-up by the Chinese and the Russians in the 3 metre springboard synchronized diving? Both gold medal contenders, one Chinese diver landed on his back/bum, whilst a Russian diver hit the springboard midway through his somersault. Ouch. And the Greeks won gold. And Australia made the bronze.

These Olympics are proving to be quite a surprise. In true Greece-won-the-Euro (in other words, “OMG I can’t believe it!”) fashion, other shocks include:

1. The US basketball Dream Team were beaten by Puerto Rico.

2. A US women’s tennis doubles pair, one-half of whom was the all-intimidating Venus Williams, were beaten by a pair from China.

3. Tennis great (and cutie) Juan Carlos Ferrero was beaten by some unheard-of American.

Patriotism is a mighty force indeed. This is by no means a conclusive list – I’m sure I’ve missed out many more – but breakfast awaits.

I can’t wait for the athletics to start.

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The Games of the XXVIII Olympiad

Finally. After all the predictions of disaster, accusations of incompetence and all round general hoo-ha, I’m glad Athens pulled off an amazing opening ceremony. The effects were awesome, my personal favourites being the mask that splits into a dozen pieces, the torch-bearers running through the air, and the exquisitely detailed, supremely creative parade through Greek history. Absolutely beautiful.

Even my distinctly unexcited sister sat through all 4 hours of it, though I have to admit her interests lay more in the parade of nations. I suppose she does have a point. Where else will you get a parade of potentially exotic men from all over the world? And many of them being pretty good-looking athletes at that.

And so the eagerly-anticipated opening ceremony is over. Glitch-free. Unless of course you’re thinking of the rather painful pause during the athlete’s vow. I swear half the world stopped breathing when the poor girl forgot her lines for 5 long seconds. Anyway, for those who missed out, here’re some of my personal highlights from the opening ceremony, few of which will ever be mentioned in any repeat.

The commentator is talking about a female athlete from a country I forget, going, “Watch out for her, she has a real chance of making the finals of the 100 metres,” when he realizes the camera has zoomed in on a erm…rather unathletic woman. “No, not her,” he quickly adds, “the woman who was in front of her.”

Our 14 year old Malaysian flag-bearer. I hope I get to watch him in action. Does anyone know why he got to hold the flag?

Seeing Chinese marching in practically every single country in the parade. I’m not exaggerating. Apparently our ancestors were rather adventurous, travel bug-bitten people, and that is why we are the most widely-spread race in the world. Now I know where I got my traveling urges from.

Noticing how the camera, upon being swarmed by a crowd of particularly over-excited athletes, all eager to attach their noses to the camera lens, promptly rose up and away from the screaming mass to give us a birds-eye-view of the parade instead.

All the representatives from 202 nations, complete with names of countries I’d never heard of in my life. Special mention goes to East Timor, who are marching as an independent nation for the first time (definite highlight), and Saudi Arabia, who didn’t have a single female representative – and I don’t think it’s because their female athletes suck (definitely not a highlight). Interesting also to note that “Hong Kong” is now referred to as “Hong Kong, China”, but “Nepal” remains, deceivingly, “Nepal”.

The special message from astronauts in space (were they Greek?), who even attempted an astral version of a 100 metre float.

The Olympic flag being carried around the track by a runner who broke through “finishing lines” that symbolized every Olympic Games since 1896. There were even two pauses to represent the two world wars.

Let the Games begin.

I can’t believe so few people are excited.

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