gymnastics fever

my current desktop wallpaper serves of an inspiration for me to exeed the humanely impossible. to do more,to strive for that vertical second,contracting every ounce of my muscles either physically and mentally to better myself.

that being said it was all bullshit,gymnastics does inspires me to achieve more and yeah,this vertical handstand on a parallel bar looks good as a wallpaper.

p/s: i wont let ramadhan stop me from exercising, booyah! and btw,ignore my digital post its.holiday projects.tehehe

olympians

"what is sumo but a dance between giants"
"the way to beat a man is to shake his confidence" 


both of quotes from memoirs of a geisha.

well it seems to me that the above snips from the memoirs suits the Olympics very well. though they called it competitions and medals were given the only thing i think about were performances. the control and contraction of muscle from the gymnasts, the tango between competitors and lastly choreography of strategies that differ between teams.

confidence,being the core energy of performances, illustrated a significant effect on thier repertoire. with confidence away from your grasp, your solid ground became a quicksand. pulling you slowly down. "should i do this, will that happen to me " will be recurring in the players mind. overcalculating and overthinking things made you loose the grasp of that shining gold medal.


but what do i know,im just an observer.


stay strong dear olympians.

a present

sorry for abandoning you blogger,so yeah,the new banner is a present from me to you.miehehe ;))

quotes

“Pictures could not be accessories to the story -- evidence -- they had to contain the story within the frame; the best picture contained a whole war within one frame.” 
“This is what happened when one left one's home - pieces of oneself scattered all over the world, no one place ever completely satisfied, always a nostalgia for the place left behind. Pieces of her in Vietnam, some in this place of bone. She brought the letter to her nose. The smell of Vietnam: a mix of jungle and wetness and spices and rot. A smell she hadn't realized she missed.”
"An older woman from the group, a mother or aunt, screamed and ran forward toward the alcove, and one of the soldiers shot her. Captured on film. The curse of photojournalism was that a good picture necessitated the subject getting hurt or killed."
"if the pictures were no good,that means your not close enough"

 all by Tatjana Soli in the book lotus eaters