Saturday, August 16, 2008.
and like a bolt, he took the world by storm. electrified the audience. and the world too.nine point six nine. without any tailwind.
"THE announcer's voice boomed around the Birds' Nest. "Now, the final of the men's 100 metres final." He could have just said, "Showtime"." FOX SPORTS
yeah. imagine if he didn't spread his arms and pound his chest (i didn't like his actions too much.).
sub 9.6?
that would be madness.
but still. from a relative unknown, running few 100m races, to
THE FASTEST MAN IN THE WORLD.
usain bolt runs faster than you. just like how michael phelps swims faster than you.
(unless it's the breaststroke and you are somehow called kosuke kitajima.)
Labels: Life
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narcissism.
lumpy.
4B '08, RISE
RJCE, Alchemy
materialist.
oh am I? *scratches head*
music.
shostakovich. mahler. brahms. rachmaninoff. vaughan williams. bruckner. bach. tchaikovsky.
はなせ.
でぐち.
4B '08!
RISE!
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memories.
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