When food lost it's life
At this point of time, I have some very serious confessions to do. I don't blame God for what is happening to myself. For the most part of my teenage life, church is only a tool for me to meet young girls, have fun and gain some audience while I turn church songs into heavy metal tune.
My previous job sucked, so I decided to change jobs and get myself into an even worse position now. Not that I want to complain, who am I to complain as I already gave up all hope in my previous job. I just wanted to change my working environment in the hope shit will improve. Well, shit is shit, I can improve it and spray perfume on it, it's still a piece of shit.
My Sunday lunch after fetching kids from Sunday school, actually triggered me to think about my life. My dad's condition isn't getting any better, he's suffering a lot of pain. The picture of he died and I am there holding on to his cold and stiff dead body keep going through my mind.
Soon as the bowl of Yakiniku Don and another bowl of Unagi(eel) don is served, I have this instant electric shock feeling. What's the cows name? wasn't the cow once someone's child? Someone's siblings? And that eel, somehow the picture of a dead snake came through my mind.
I don't know how to undo them. I proceed to chaw down the two bowls of rice and can't stop staring at the conveyor belt sushi as if looking at the morgue processing of dead bodies.
Later in the evening, me and the home minister went for dinner. We only ordered a small fish and a plate of egg omelette. I'm ok with the egg, but the fish tasted like mud. No I haven't eat mud before, but that feeling keep hitting my mind.
Once again I'm not promoting religion nor vegetarian lifestyle. I'm merely sharing with you the kinda shitty situation I'm in literally changed my taste bud. I wonder if @justinparke feels the same as I do now.
Today's lunch, I decided to go vege. Fried cabbage is alright, curry cabbage is nice too, the curry "mutton" I don't dislike. But then again, the strange thing crossed my mind was, why would somebody fake a dead body and put it inside their mouth?
Sorry for the mind fuck sharing, but I have to document this 😅
見到最尾個張相, 諗起係NY 食個個街邊chicken over rice
咖喱斋羊肉。炒包菜，咖喱杂菜，其实几好味。
I haven't had those kinds of thoughts before I eat or while I'm eating a nice food like that. But I must say that it is kind of a scary thought to have, especially for a food lover like me hehehe.
I didn't know during that time my mind was all about my very ill dad.
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That sucks that things didn't improve for you buddy, sorry to hear that.
On occasion I will go veggie for a while, it can be kind of nice. I didn't do it because I feel bad for the animals though, I did it because I don't get enough vegetables on my life.
Good that you know how to control. I never really like veggies. But now, I feel like seeing dead bodies everywhere on dinning tables 😅
of the non combative vegans that I know, this is their primary reason for choosing that life and I can respect that.
Yes my friend very nice choice of food. I like small fish and eggs very much. My respect and love to you and your family always. Also, thank you so much for posting these wonderful food scenes.
Thanks buddy
welcome sir
hahahaha, I wouldn't eat eel, hahaha, I didn't even eat mud, you make me laugh, thank you, I needed to smile
Well, I don't find it funny that point of time. I'm just feeling sick looking at the food on the table.
Hmmm, well I think you already know I am not one to judge what another person calls food, and I almost see my vegetarianism as a hinderance or burden on people or cultures who don't know how to hang out with me. In Cambodia I make people feel uncomfortable because a good time involves BBQ, cigarettes, and alcohol. If only I could smoke my spliff among them without being judged 🤔😆
Well, the only advice I have is that Indian food is already adapted to vegetarian dishes, and for me it's perfect because I don't necessarily miss the taste or texture of meat. I think for those that miss meat, Chinese/Vietnamese food is best because there are so many mock meats to choose from. Of course down there in Malaysia you have easy access to all these cuisines and more, but cooking at home can be a challenge if the family is on two different diets, more time spent in the kitchen, etc.
As far as the feeling goes, I hate to admit I do feel a bit uncomfortable in the presence of meat and people eating it. I never ever mention it though, this is my problem and I try to prevent myself from getting into these situations. I kind of feel in a sense that everything enjoys it's miserable life, even a cockroach will fight for their life harder than some large mammals. I feel I am too stupid to know which animal deserves to live or not, be food or not, I am no guru.
As a Rastafari, although I don't like labels, that is what I call myself when a term is necessary. As you have a Christian background, I sometimes refer to myself as a Nazarite, as Samson was. Many Rastas follow the Nazarite vow/rules, and this includes being vegan. Rastas for the most part have no physical temples, and most see the human body as our temple, so therefore eating flesh is like making the temple become a graveyard. I hope that explains my view a bit. Another Rasta proverb though is "It is more important what comes out of the mouth than what goes in it."
At that time, I didn't really think of religion. it's neither due to the fact that I suddenly had the realization of animal cruelty. Now that I think about it, I probably have the uneasy mind knowing my dad was seriously ill and he's gonna be gone very soon.