Too Much of You Made Me Sick

I have a bad character of impulse impatience. When I like something, I want it, I want it now and I want as much as I want. I know it is a bad habit, but like other bad habits, it’s been very hard to change.

From many bad habit experiences, I remember one that I consider as my “first” act of impulse impatience:

One day my father bought me a pack of Cheetos – Roasted Corn flavour, I think I was in 4th grade of elementary school. It tastes so nice that I keep thinking of it. The next day, I managed to make my employee to take me to buy the same Cheetos. I forgot how I got the money, but I bought a box of it (20 or 24 pack/box). Once I got back home, I kept eating Cheetos, but guess what! I couldn’t take it after 3rd pack… it’s just too much. I end up giving the rest away.

The fear of roasted corn flavour actually lasts a long time, until I worked in snack industry. Believe it or not, I seriously cannot take any corn flavour anymore, even the smell of it makes me nausea.

So, Ming, you should have learned the lesson!!!

Why did you buy 10kg of PEMPEK in one-go??!!!

So sick of it now…. Too much, Ming…. Too much!!!

*guilty - holding a plate of unfinished pempek *

*sob…sob… sorry*

Note:

Pempek is a kind of fish-cake, a local-specialty of Palembang, South Sumatra.

Happy Vesakh Day

Were you happy? For a split-second, I was not. Here’s why…

A day before V-day I came to present some flowers offering, at temple I was greeted by V-day committee who quickly requested my flower to be used on Puja (kinda like a procession ceremony). I don’t mind.

On the exact V-day, I didn’t question much when I couldn’t find my flower on altar, which make sense cos they said it will be used for Puja, right? But on Puja, it was not my flower that was presented. I was still OK, thinking my flower is really way too heavy to be carried on procession.

After the whole praying-session, I found my flower neglected on meditation room"s floor (sadly, looks more like a abandoned storage room). I was quite pissed about that, esp. when my mom question why it is there. I picked those flowers up and put on altar.

Lucky I have a piece of Porkchop on hand to nibble on, all anger ceased. Case closed for me. I am happy again.

At night, I received a phone call from V-day committee who apologize for the incident, blaming some old auntie, who wanted her flower to be presented for Puja, so she can get extra V-day blessing, so she “throwed away” my flower in exchange of hers.

I have no problem if my flower was not used for Puja. Seriously!!! But it is totally rude to dispose someone’s offering on floor.

And the worst thing about this event is showed the poor understanding of the real blessing. Sadly this trend is quite saturated among those who swarm around temple.  Blessing doesn’t come from flowers or food or incense or talisman or heaps of money-paper burned. Please check Maha Manggala Sutta about it

Thanks to Porkchop who remind me about the meaning of offerings

Thanks to Bhante who remind me about the sutta

I am truly happy

Happy Vesakh Day

May all being be happy

Salted Fish ...

One day, someone asked me “What is your favourite food, Ming? I quickly answer: “Nasi Padang”.

And he also asked a girl sitting beside me, "What is your favourite food?" She answered:” I can't take anything but Japanese and Korean food", then she list down 5-star hotels where she usually had those food (or so she said)

What the girl answered is a typical answer I heard when someone asked an Indonesian, "What is your favourite food"

- I can't take anything but dimsum

- I can't take anything but sushi

- I can't take anything but korean bimbimbab

- I can't take anything but burgers

- etc

All these answer I got from those people who was born in Indonesia, live in Indonesia, but may (or may not) been to those places they mention where they serve their favourite food.

Favourite food is a personal choice. It would be very wrong if I said it is a bullcrap that it is their favourite food.

But trust me, the reason why I wrote this writing is because I am totally against those people who look down on Indonesian food and praise foreign food.

I like Japanese food. I like Italian food. In fact, I like all kind of food...

I can just chuck any countries' food to my mouth

BUT I will still say

"Padang food is the best"

"Salted fish on hot-steamed rice is my all-time favourite"

"Salted egg on porridge always put a grin on my face"

Ahhhh.....I am drooling