my favourite item at the olympics is the men's synchronised springboard event. it's one of those events where i can watch the competitors up close, unlike swimming and soccer which i can hardly make out who's who. besides ogling at the hot bods which will make most girls will go ooh over the underwear muscles, i find it amazing how the guys manage somersaults and various stunts within that few seconds in the air, what's more, in a synchronised manner. i can hardly imagine the amount of training that has gone behind those beautifully coordinated moves, the number of times they jump off the springboard every day practising the same thing over and over again.

looking at the olympics, there are times i wish i were more athletic and had the determination to stick it out with a sport back in secondary school, to have something to be passionate about, something i'd be willing to do work hard for. i remember backing out of track and field after one training because i felt that it was too tough, which is why i admire athletes who can put up with hours of grueling training each day, even if it was swimming the same distance over and over again just to improve the timing by a mere split second (correct me if i'm wrong) or practising the same move over and over again just to perfect that angle. they have that look of immense concentration on their faces when they're out on the competition ground, as though nothing else in the world mattered but for that moment which they've all been waiting for and even though some may end up with no medal in hand, i should think that they're gratified for they've tried.

i think i've been living my life pretty aimlessly all these years. i don't remember wanting anything very badly or working real hard for anything. i've been pretty much taking life as it is, accepting whatever comes my way. not to say that i'm not happy with the current situation, i guess it'll be good to have something worth fighting for.