Saturday, February 25, 2012

An Interesting Story

Just recently, I came across an enlightening story from this blog...still thinking. This is how the story goes:

Only One Move :: Awesome Short Story

A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.

The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn't understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move.

"Sensei,"(Teacher in Japanese) the boy finally said, "Shouldn't I be learning more moves?" "This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you'll ever need to know," the sensei replied.

Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament.

Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.

This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out.

He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened. "No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue." Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament.

He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

"Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"

"You won for two reasons," the sensei answered. "First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm."

The boy's biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Al-Fatihah...Goodbye, My Beloved Grandma

My grandmother passed away at 8.20 am, 8 Feb 2012 after being bedridden for about four months at the age of 86. She was the woman who took care of my father after the death of her sister who was my father's mother. My real grandmother, that is, my father's real mother passed away when he was only 7 at a very young age. After that, my grandfather married the younger sister. So, as far as we are concerned, she was our grandmother.

She was a very healthy woman in her better days which spanned from birth up to four months ago. She very seldom got sick, not even having common cold like we often do. Never once was she warded, even during her childbirths which were 6 times. She was a very energetic lady. She would be the person calling the shots in almost every family events such as weddings, kenduri, or any other family gatherings.

Her cooking, yess, her masak lemak and gulai tempoyak is simply unparalled. What I remember most is her masak lemak cili api maman with ikan bilis...hmmmmm

Thursday, February 09, 2012


The best line of defense in a war within yourself in the battle of emotions is NOT TO CARE. When you succeed in finetuning your system into an "I COULDN'T CARE LESS" attitude, you have actually installed a strong solid shield against the feeling of helplessness when it comes to matters of the heart....