Hi. my name is Devanie Khoo Tat Ting. I am a Malaysian. a crustacean sympathizer, a procrastinator by night and come broad daylight I cook in a kitchen restaurant located in The Fullerton Water Boat House somewhere around Fullerton road, Singapore. I’ve always keep myself busy doing things that should be done way half step earlier than it should’ve already be. Hence, I find everything that could be pre-done or pre-fixed are rather erm intriguing. Like, a news that could be printed in the newspaper on the next day.
I know my teeth will fall out one day for over-consumption of sneaker bars. I’ve just lost my family’s pet dog. it’s a schnauzer. I sleep lengthwise if I have a company, but since I’m single, I sleep diagonally, with bolster placed somewhere down below. I have a weak left shoulder as a result of a freak futsal accident, happens to twisted many times. My mind starts to deactivate only after about 3am, if I keep myself awake with foods, I multiply. So it’s hard not to think about food during that period.
my name, Devanie \d(e)-va-nie\ as a girl's name is a variant of Devany (Irish), and the meaning of Devanie is "dark-haired". which I find very interestingly feminine. There’s no reason why I’m not using the name, I recalled my mates calls me ‘Deva’ back when I was a kid then. My chinese name when translated, 达Dá as in, pertaining of, 顶 pronounce dǐng literally means top. Pronounce whole as in Dá ding, means UP TOP. This I find horrifyingly bemusing. Everyone just calls me Ting, it’s simpler that way, like, fingers snap Ting I come.
I used to live in a village, I used to live in a suburban area, I used to live with a bunch of bangladeshi folks. I'm currently lives in a flat, with a family of three and a roommate, who happens to be my childhood friend ever since we’ve met back then when we were just boys. Err too obvious? I’m allergic to seafood and so I’ve never experience a lobster party. There’s certain things I wear will always once belonged to someone else, with the specific exception of socks and underwear. I’d like the idea of naming both my hand scratchy & scratcho as they keep scratching me whenever I feel itchy. Once they’ve start they’ll never shut up.
My first piece of art I can remember is actually on the process of being redone from scratch. It’s a random piece about a taxi driver and a motorcyclist waving with each other, not arguing on traffics but signaling with each other to give way, with a girl flying a kite in the background. It’s about the warmth. I find it fascinating that, 17-19 years ago, the whole concept and ideas comes from a boy who are approximately age between 7-9 and that boy happens to be me. Okay okay I heard an ominous voice that says ‘’STFU’’
I’ve started to cook since I took part in a culinary course somewhere back in 2008. That being said, I have no idea what triggers me to be, or to cook “professionally”, if this is what you calls it. pursuing a career in culinary, is not what I’ve expected as like that of a carousel, merry-go-round happy-happy riding thingy. Nothing of the sorts on what you’ve watch on a foods channel programs which often the likes of Jamie oliver or Robert Rainford or Michael Smith or Laura Caulder or other “celebrity” chef that happily cooks up a meal and intriguingly enough to make one tries out a couple of dish and stirred out a cooking session at home.
I remembered once I tried out a failed palette d’ail doux [pardon the name, it’s basically a garlic mousse-like batter that meant to freeze and pan-seared for it crustiness] or so, as it is demonstrated based on Charlie Trotter’s kitchen sessions show. It’s an epic fail, a disaster. I ended up whooping all my mums garlic and messed up the entire kitchen. I think what inspired me most to be involve in this culinary world is, the results of watching too much of these fancy cooking shows.
Not that I’m complaining, I have since been scaling up exponentially, not in a good way though, which makes me feel doubt sometimes but not most of the time. I think it’s common to feel that way in an early stage. My mum used to pester me to cook at home whenever I’m at home ever since I step into a cooking school on the very first day of my life. and I never practice to cook an omelet ever since I’ve shifted to work here in Singapore. Only instant noodle in a cup.
Right, now what? I can’t remember the purpose of writing about myself in this tiny note thing, maybe I was lost within myself, or maybe while in the midst of updating my personal resume, one thing hits me in my mind is I can’t recall what hobbies that particularly interests me. putting cooking aside, apart from kite-flying,day-gazing, internet-surfing, procrastinating, cycling-cycling, tv-watching blablahs.. I started scribbling in very small pads with very small pencils as a child In medium, content and size.
Fascinated in all thing art as it is as my mind grows, so do my sights on what is possible creatively. the kinds of art that have stood out to me have never really patterned. I guess my eyes and my heart gravitate towards unusual, dark, absurd, sincere and beautiful works. I obsess over line work and flow and a female form, body and the lips and an Asian looks, like that of a Korean.
I enjoyed staring at people too. Be it in the toilet, shopping malls, bus stands, taxi stands, amusement park, bank, restaurants, in the bus, hawker stalls, at the club, in the kitchen, at your doorstep, cd shops, post office, queuing for foods, in the mrt.. specially the latter, very interesting, it’s always nice to see those who sat on the reserved sits, chances are, you’re likely to see their sulky facial reactions whenever they gave up their sits to senior a folks or a handicapped person. But things like this doesn’t happen all the time so, that’s the art of observing people for you.
I have in and about like now what no wait.. I just did a quick proofread of this whole communication, and I am struck by how often I used the word, "I." To my count, it is repeated 46 times in this glorified personals ad. Chicken and rice! With soy! You'd think I was a fucking porn star with these levels of self-absorption. Fuck it.
I think that'll do for now. If anybody has anymore questions beyond shity art, kite-flying, female sketches, relevance, Korean girls, used clothes, tiny pencils on tiny pads of paper, fast-cooked-food, procrastination, disillusionment, love, death, addiction, man-united, lactose intolerance, the future, optimism, nihilism, idealism, plagiarism, environmentalism and eating.. please don't be bothered at all.
You can call me at your girlfriend's house, or your boyfriend’s house, I'll be there having a lobster party. If I’m ever allowed.
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