Cooking = Food = Drug

I love cooking. I think I’ve inherited the love from my mom. My mom has a daughter and four sons. All her four sons, like her are good cook. My sister, being the eldest, on the other hand excels in management. I think she inherits that from my dad.

I started cooking seriously when I was in Australia. I had to call my mom getting the right steps and guidance to prepare several dishes. Several friends also taught me on techniques and recipes on several dishes. In order to gain extra money, I had to work as a kitchen helper in a Chinese restaurant. I even had to cook pork. Sweet sour pork. Chicken rolls with ham. Pork spring rolls. Chinese chicken rice with ham.

I had the entire icky ness of holding pork that most Muslim Malays have blown away for money, then. Being a student with small monthly allowance from my sponsor, I had to gain extra money to survive. I remember kicking the grass under the lemon tree in front of my house to get some dirt for samak every time returning home from work.

I thing cooking is fun, as the end result = food. Food makes people happy and calm. Some people even use food as drugs. Imagine the power and goodness of preparing food, i.e. ‘the drug’ that can calm people, making them happy?

The question is how good is the food or drug that you cook? If there is a rating, it should be measured by the reaction of the person eating your food. If it makes people vomit, then its bad and you should never be allowed to cook anymore. If it makes you cringe, get someone to teach you how to cook. If yours makes people smile, happy and content, then get into the kitchen more often. You make people happy. You are the drug pusher.
Sometimes, a cooking / food so good, it makes people horny. Such skilled chef should be celebrated, because he has managed to build a food drug lab in the kitchen.

However, the ultimate food master is a person that can cook so good, anyone eating his food will find it so enjoying that they reach orgasmic state of mind while eating the food. I have seen that, I have experience that. I think it’s funny to see a person from hungry turn to Meg Ryan’s character in “When Harry met Sally.”

Enjoy your food. Get a life.

The Big 30!

Today I turn 30. Somebody said that I must be sad, for not being 20plus, and becoming old, of turning 30.
I beg to differ. 30 is just a number. It is just the same of last year, when I was 29, or even when I was 21, nine years ago. Although, nine years ago I celebrated them in a club in a small town called Wagga Wagga, receiving hugs and birthday kisses from many, including some drunken Aussie classmates.

What matter most is how you look at your life, and how you appreciate of what you have. Most importantly, are you happy? Not for being 30, but for being yourself.

Although, being thirty but receiving the shocked face and remarks like
“You? Thirty? But you look like 26!!” is like a big fat bonus too! Hahaha

I am thankful with what I have, (although I am a true believer of “wanting more”).

I would like to thank my family for being there. Thank you guys.
To my wife that has been a great partner, and a great companion. I love you.

To my friends, especially the Bukit Antarabangsa gang, thank you for the support and friendship. Thanks for being the ears and support through the drama of 2001-2002. That was a tragic moment but you guys stuck like glue, supporting me strong.

As I view my life, after 30 years, I may not have the salary that I dreamt of, but at least I have a monthly income.
I may not live in the house that I wanted but God willing, but at least I have a roof over my head.
I may not have the money and wealth that glitter but I am rich for having my family and my good friends.

That’s my life. It may not be that enticing to you but, duh.. its not your life.
Get your own life.

Happy 30th Birthday to Liza Kecik and my friend Gee in Sabah. To all my friends that turn 30 this year.. proceed your life with grace and happiness.

Get a life. A 30 years life!

Batu Belah Batu Bertangkup, a Malay horror legend.

When I was a kid, my late grandmother used to tell me folk/fairy tales. One of my favourite was "Batu Belah Batu Bertangkup", where the pregnant mother frustrated by her son, who has eaten the tembakul fish roe that she craved, plunged herself into the man-eating rock/cave mouth. It used to scare me for years, of the idea of my mom would plunge herself if we(me and my brothers) finish any food without leaving some for her.

But my mom came to the rescue. "Why would I kill myself for not able to eat some food if my children could be well fed?" said mom. And my mom, in her humourous way stated that the mother of Batu Belah was the example of the worst mother any human being could be, highlighting that some Malay folkstories are just pure bullshit.

Why would you kill yourself, leaving two helpless children for some stupid fish roe? Aren't the kids hers? If they really meant the world for her, would she be contended that her five year old son ate that roe. And be happy with it.
Go murtad, living in hell for eternity (for killing herself) for some stupid fish roe? Stupid bitch. Get a live. If you are so frustrated with the world, don't eat tembakul fish roe. Eat mariguana or cocca roots. Plain and simple. She was just one crazy drama queen gone wacko.

Think of that situation in the current environment. The two kids would be sent to foster family. The girl could be having a had time getting hitched as the society would label her as the daughter of a suicide lady aka crazy drama queen bitch who couldn't live with tembakul fishroe.
"Marry her and she'll kill herself for not getting a ticket for Ramlah Ram dangdut's concert, just like her mother!"
Thats a hard label stamped in the daughter's face.

That's just one scenario. Giving that as an example, I think it is wise if the government would ban or label Batu Belah Batu Bertangkup as SX18, filter it as unIslamic and morally degrading plus raise awareness for mothers to enhance the love and giving more to the children.

Thats all. I may not elaborate more. My blog is suppose to be catchy. So to the original author of Batu Belah Batu Bertangkup, a spoilt child is not an excuse to commit suicide. And please, you really need the mother to commit suicide, let her die in a more glamourous ways, like being stamped by elephant, knocked by kereta lembu or eaten by tembakul fish that's actually the Malay version of piranha.

Cool huh?