[everything is, because..even a blog title requires thinking]

drafts overdue

2011-11-12T04:08:00.002+08:00

what if, writing would make everything make sense, or maybe the best solution of all is to shut the fuck up. there's no need to know everything. yes?

note to self : keep potentially upsetting toughts to self, especially when high

time and tide : strange mysterious conveyor of thoughts and [ideas]? give me a break

i need to work better with ~~probabil~~..no possibilities, let's make friends with the odds

i can only think of one thing right now, written in two thousand nine, or eight, or so

it's been in my drafts for so long that the whats and wheres and whys and hows and what fucks does not matter any longer

what comes to mind in this context is how i once thought that, even if i would jump in the river naked to catch fish, i probably won't get one. alive. i'll get crap.

no gym no worries

2011-07-06T01:39:00.002+08:00

i've no any sorts of gym's equipment at home, nor do i could afford to the gym on my precious time allowances. it's very limited, so this might be the great workout.

Figure

2011-07-04T00:10:00.004+08:00

www.henryyanart.com

distracting thoughts no. 2

2011-07-02T01:52:00.002+08:00

i know. i know i had the chance to know it but that's not the case, cuz something caught me when i sat on a public chair near to a drainage yesterday and noticed a huge gap between the sewage lids and its perforated pipe are not properly attached and both sides of screws are loose and it leaked with waters and so i messed with it a lil bit with a stick and with people staring but knowing to not knowing what i'm doing, i stop in a midst and make myself to a to nearby 7-eleven to buy me a drink that reminds me something i think i want to keep myself to be reminds at but has no clue what's all about.

and so after having a late night session of supper with a bunch of cool people , i went back home and eagerly to googled it out but has no idea where to start or how to begin cuz i've no clue what's the fuss this is all about.

know what i'm sayin sia?

bathroom chat

2011-06-24T02:57:00.002+08:00

ms shampoo : guys please save me.. i think he's trying to drain me out..

mr toothbrush : fuck sia, you think you're the only one? everyday gotta brush his teeth, completly worn sia

mr toilet roll : as if it's getting any better than wiping his arse.. dick

mr toilet bowl : not, like eating his shits everyday *sob *sob i'm such a disgrace

mr mirror : i wish i could fart crack seeing his freakin face knn

mr towel : i like his butt though

mr bar soap : ya like, wriggling me through his armpit siao eh..

ms shampoo : my days are numbered wish i could stays longer *sob *sob

mr toilet roll : i wish so shampoo girl.. i'm fucked too

mr bar soap : im gonna fucked soon too. soooner the better! to Hell!

mr toilet bowl : does that mean i'm gonna stay here forever? without you guys? *bohooo

mr mirror : pardon me, if i don't crack i'll be here with you enduring all these.. all these..oh please earthquake shattered me to pieces whatever muaaaarrgghhh

mr toothbrush : we're all fucked.

ms shampoo : ........................

mr toilet bowl : fucked for eternity

mr towel : i'm not fucked haha.. haha.. haha.. haha.. :D

Mr Ting : you're all FUCKED up.

untitled

2011-06-20T01:49:00.001+08:00

looking at the stuffs that comes out from a blender is part of the daily routine as a cook. while it seems to be a norm for most, i find myself pretty amazed that every time i turn this thingy on, there will be nothing left to hold. not even a single piece of fruit chunks or an intact lumps or whatever shit that you threw in, left you into this sinking feeling that it'll be too late as soon as you hit the button. [not the panic button]

there's something very dismal about how everything just comes out so clean and so smooth and so well put together. in a very odd kind of my own apprehension, i try, to associate it with all things surrounds me. like, people. human's behavior.
i wonder sometimes have i ever met people who are like blenders, especially those that are closed to me.. you know like, ones that ruthlessly chop and cut and dice and slice and whirl and swirl and every shits that goes in comes out into a sorts of unrecognizable puree.
but one big question is, am i one of them? i'm very afraid.
i'm afraid i'll turned out to be among those 'blenders'.

About What Ting

2011-05-02T01:38:00.003+08:00

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.

Lyrics In Texts : Right Now

2011-04-03T18:57:00.004+08:00

Someone right now is leaving their apartment
Looking down at the street, wondering where there car went
Someone in the car sitting at a signal
In front of a restaurant, staring through the window
at someone right now with their finger in their teeth
Who could use a little floss right across the street
there's somebody on the curb who really needs a jacket
spent half the rent at a bar getting plastered
Now he gotta walk fourteen blocks
to work at a shop where he's about to get fired.

Someone right now is looking pretty tired
Staring at a laptop trying to get inspired
Somebody living right across the street
She wrote the best things she's written all week
but her best friends coughing up blood in the sink
Can't even think what happened, feeling so confused
And he knows it looks bad but there's nothing he can do
I wonder what it's like to be right there in his shoes

[Chorus]

But no I'm just taking it in
Out the window of a hotel bedroom again
Tomorrow I'll be gone I don't know when I'll be back
But in this world everything can change just like that,
Like that

Yo somebody right now is dropping his vote inside a box
And trying not to get shot in his throat
For the act of freedom right now somebody is stuck in Iraq
Hoping that he gets shipped back breathing
in a war that he's not really sure of the reasons
So we show our support when the press mislead them
Though we more then remain proud and salute the troops
get some I know you boys got some work to do

Meanwhile right now someones 25 to life
And is standing on the corner with their thumb up hitchhiking
Stretching off a lotto ticket hoping for a real winner
Sneaking through the border just to work and to eat a real dinner

Right now someone wishes they were you and I
instead of second guessing freedom thoughts of quiet suicide
But right now I'm staring at the window at a frame
with holes in his arm and holes in his jeans
he pulled out his cigarette sparked the light
And walked right around the corner just outta my sight

But yo I'm just taking it in
From the second story hotel window again,
The TV's on, and my bags are packed,
But in this world everything can change just like that,
Like that

[Repeat]

Ya right now somebody sitting in the darkness
Trying to figure out how to put some heat in their apartment
But they got a little mattress and a little carpet
And they appreciate it 'cause some people on a park bench
You see them when you rushing to get to the office
wife robbed blind when she coming from the market

Right now somebody coming out from the pocket
Trying to dump that rock they run around the block with at
The same time the cops is raising the clock with aim
To fill your legs and back with some hot shit
Right now somebody struggling to stop this man
Who's kick and punching and cussing at the doctors
Down the hall the child taking his first breath
The doctors ain't even passed him to the nurse yet yo
I wonder if he understands what it's worth yet
Like the time spent while we here on the earth yet
The answer to the question that we all seek
can be found depend on how free y'all think

Right now it's somebody who ain't eat all week
That would kill for the shit that you throw away in the street
I guess one man's trash is the next man's treasure
One mans pain is the next mans pleasure
one say infinity the next say forever
right now everybody got to get it together man

I'm just taking it in another strange hotel lobby again
Put my luggage on my back I don't know where I'm at
I'm in world where we all change just like that,
Like that, like that, just like that, like that, just like that

Just like that, Just like that

Words by Fort Minor

of the self-centered and the such

2011-03-07T02:12:00.003+08:00

again, i feel dragged. not that i did not comprehend the whole sigificance of being as such. it's just pointless for not able to show.

do not talk the talk if you know i'ts time to act.

Barricade. yes my friends, barricade.

2011-03-07T02:04:00.003+08:00

re-post [last posted on facebook, march 3rd 2011]

if i have like, a dumping area for [Dump_any_distracting_thoughts_here] as in, POOF! a dump literally.. i'll be more than a very happy person to take note on the others, be more attentive to others, rather than whining my, my own, whatever issues that i'm making a big fuss with..

be it how important the matters is or how shallow the problem is, like.. seeking the possibilities from the impossible and want it to be happen as soon as possible, has an interest in things you don't particularly being fond of , thinking how to make money without money, starts to imagining things you think you could do in reality, kept thinking about a girl you don't even know while in the midst of a busy operation, to mention a few.. these are all distracting thoughts.. a stupid barricade, especially the latter that i've mentioned, THAT one, is very dangerous and risky.

so what's the big fuss with all these? you don't run away with it. yes i know. you've planned, plotted and you want to foresee everything and anything goes accordingly to YOUR WAY. yes. according to MY WAY, i'll be a nasa trainee or probably the second malaysian to flies up to space if if if if everything i've planned will work out MY WAY. okay cut out the bollocks, see all these creates an unnecessary, distracting, shallowwmellow how to say this in english? thoughts that i'm too focus with i don't even give a damn on others, friends or relatives erm problem.. because i think way too much for myself. way too much.

i mean, what the f[censored] it's 5 am, i wouldn't write this if i wasn't serious. 3 and half hours left to work. go figure..

2010-10-17T18:43:00.002+08:00

'I am an empty doorway, I am a vacant alley, I am nothing.
eyes will not see me, glances slip over me.'

....

'be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind
Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,
now slip, now slide, now move unseen,
Above, beneath, betwixt, between.'

fade ting! fade!

tuesday funnies.

2010-09-21T20:32:00.003+08:00

sometimes, funny things does trigger your sense of nostalgia that hit you in a certain way that you are proudly being part of it. i'm talking about malaysian, being a malaysian.

i'm off early at work today, and so i've got myself comfortably post out something i find amusing that i thought it was too funny not put up here for those of who might missed it. below was a video ad by digi and the concept was literally signifying we malaysian might be different,but we are all still the same, as the title suggested. i think it was shot for the malaysia's independence day back month ago.

i thought, using sambal belacan as a plot for the whole ad was quite ingenuously funny.. cleverly inventive :D

earfood for the soul.. oh please.

2010-09-14T22:38:00.006+08:00

for some reason, my music playlist are.. kinda shit! i've spent much time skipping track by track rather than listening to a piece as a whole, if skipping far too often is a kind of a norm, then i'd preffered to spent that valuable little time doing things like, file my nails or some sort.. good music are hard to come by, or so rather.. i think, depending on individual prefference. my playlist are mostly consist of shitty music and it is far outnumbered the good ones.

[good] as in my definition, is for a well written piece, pure, honest, cool composition, music that could reflect/deflect your inner insanity depending on your mood or, the six piece elements as some would describe it; happy, anger, sad, nuts, fear, worry.

yes i'm no shit when i mentioned the latter two, some music does gives you a slight hint of worries like.. as if it could related to you by any sorts of means, depending on how deep the lyricist could penned down the whole story. the best way to uncover a music is by through the words of the songwriter afterall anyway. be it punk or pop or hip-hop, classical or metal, rnb and countless more shit stuffs.

but i need help! no, my mp3 needs help. i need a recommendation! i'd say i fairly listens to wide range of stuffs, so i'm not that hard to please. the only thing i can't stand is boybands-rocsktar wannabe.. old school techno; aqua/vengaboys, kylie minogue.. or that chinese new year songs you played the whole entire occasion for fuck sake.

here's my current addicts.. some might be old but it's my reccomendation anyway.

Matt Pond PA - so much troubles.
if a band would played a cello or violin, i'll dig espacialy this
very GardenState-esque. good for chill-out or a hideaway on the roof top of nowhere.

Fiona Apple - across the universe
originally by the beatles, various bands does a cover versions over it but sounds nothing much sensible like fiona does. paper bags and partinng gifts are some of her songs i would plucked out worth mentioning for.

Nirvana - something in the way [acoustic unplugged]
this is an examples of song that intrigues me in the not amusing way. dark, eerie, melancholy tones that sets the classic kurt cobain's suicidal persona.

John Mayer - heart of life [acoustic version]
i always wanted to learn a finger tapping guitar skills, with a little blues licks into it. this song however, better to ignore than learn to play it. can't afford to slit my finger while aggresively pressing down the fretboard sliding and tapping.

Avenged Sevenfold - buried alive
ever since i listened to a7x through the influenced by my brothers, i thought metal-core are perpetually out of sync, guitar-driven pieces that juxtaposed in a complicated sequence, complicated solos.. fry screaming, death chord screaming. i think this open doors to many current metal-core bands that i thought i've already knew about it. buried alive is sort of.. pardon if i would say, a medium ballad at first and fiery angsty by the end. lyrically wise, it's something the grim reaper would proud of, not mentioning the probably coolest guitar solos and riffs by a7x. best listening to when you wanna rip someone's soul out. seriously.

Powderfinger - My Happiness
reminds me of my childhood days listening to it on the fm radios. i'm a bit nostalgic sometimes.

Elliot Smith - between the bars
a lullaby? i would love to think so. it puts me into sleeps. simple-wise lyrics it's somehow has that very much similiarity to 'i'll follow you into the dark'' by death cab for cuties.

Lifehouse - learn you inside out
jason wade, mark wilkerson, gavin rossdale.. why do they sound alike? anyway, out of that matter, lifehouse produce some of the best lovey-dovey songs that i could only listening to. no fret that most of lifehouse songs does somehow make sense to me like, as if you're trying to or hoping to patch up your ruin relationship with your love-partner. best listening when you could'nt understand her or you could'nt understand him. or maybe you both should do.

The Fray - you found me
oh yeah.. refer up.

Marina and the Diamonds - Hollywood (Acoustic)
i'd preffer the acoustic version better than the original, it has that circus effect, the bass note i mean :D

Soulfly - bleed
the collabration with fred durst doesn't make it justice to nu-metal however, old ones. try munch your mouth full of rice and scream "bleed!! bleed!! bleed!!" to have that max cavalera gorgly screams. and oh his guitar.. fuckinout.

Incubus - a certain shade of green
incubus fans! i know this is old. i just love the adrenaline rush of it, like being chased by a bunch of stray dogs.
listening to when : being chased by a bunch of stray dogs.

Strays Don't Sleep – For Blue Skies
reallllllllyyy slow moving, dont listen to it if you’re looking for something upbeat. this one is like The Shins meets The Nothing Song by Sigur Ros.

Now, please help me!! recommends me!!! your turn!!!

my days are numbered..

2010-05-18T02:37:00.009+08:00

swissotel, the stamford. singapore. i'll be levitating my ass way up somewhere on the 70th level of this building soon..

the definition of anxiety somehow pulls the trigger that bounds to cause a stir in my blood circulation, it'll went wild that i hope it'll not.

i'll certainly dig this, noted by the way it's assembled. structurally neat.

Beef, green pea, onion, bacon, and potato "re-visit" oh please..

bye bye andre? i'll hope not.. unfortunately, i'm not here to eat.

7 days to go.

*picture images are courtesy from blog.yam.com/peray

nostalgic II

2010-05-17T01:56:00.025+08:00

spending my time watching cooking shows on tv and being fascinated by the "oh so glamorous chefs" had instilled me the curiosity of opting a career in a food industries. i was never a kitchen boy, neither i was being fond of, nor liked the idea of meddling all things associate to kitchen when all i know i'd have food ready on the table once my mum or dad yells for having a decent family meals together. i was born to eat, needless to say.

it's been two years since i've enrolled to this particular field, culinary art course that is, swaggering around wearing that hideous tall chef hat and kitchen uniform, life in school was pretty great. storming out ideas day in day out for a menu planning and groceries shopping, daily mise en plas, being a total noobsies here and there.. i tell myself i've begin to love cooking, maybe i've found my niche on enabling to establish myself in the cooking world after all, like all those chefs appeared in a cooking shows on afc, highly acclaimed, glamorous and all.

I was holding an empty food can meant to hold as a mould for a food presentation purposes, which never really accomplish.

class trip to Malacca I.

class trip to Malacca II. pardon the behavioural, it's such a distasteful manner.

practical test. Sugarcraft Baking & Culinary art Academy. circa 2008. we were bored.

during my three month internship at mandarin oriental hotel kl, everyone there was sceptical about my culinary academy, first, it was unknown to mostly. second, they often mis-heard the word sugarcraft to sugarclub. they thought i was from a nightclub or something. my first day there was, DISASTROUS. yeah being a newbie in a REAL kitchen, it was a far cry from that being in a school's kitchen, where you pampered yourself more than actually cooking. i've screwed up on my first assignment of washing the kitchen utensils. using machine, i fucked up on the machine real good.

emmanuel stroobant of afc chef in black. i have the opportunity to assist him with fellow colleague for the guinness promotion. first thing that ever came out of his mouth when he says to me is "dude, you're holding the knife all wrong". oh great, words of wisdom.

when the chefs says snap a pic, you gotta snap the pic yo.

prior to that, i was looking for a permanent job elsewhere somewhere. knowing that they wouldn't hire a biatch like me. outlet covered so far during my training there was the ever, seafood redefining haven pacifica, the main western banquet kitchen and malay. i liked working in both western banquet and malay, it's very de flexible geh.

so, i waved goodbye to MO and found myself heading here.

to work here.

with them bunch of clowns.

japanese cuisine did brought a whole new experience for me. i am amazed on some of the unique way of food preparation, apart from learning to identify some of the rarest ingredients that japanese has to offer, which is unlikely, could be found in this restaurant. but learning the basic was crucial enough at least for me, that's the foundation for a better understanding on both their cuisine and their culture.

preps for the migf gala launch.

this is mr alfred. i'm gonna salute his chicken for that tender, juicy meat.. crispy skin.. fried to perfection it looks exactly glossy like that of a roasting peking duck. but it's chicken.

when we do nothing, it's pretty much obviously nothing that we do about.

2010 new year celebration at the hotel.

i've worked there for approximately 7 months. no make that 7 months accurately, my daily preps were quite mediocre. i was expecting to a more reliable task that i could actually be capabled on and somehow, some sort of expectation i was expecting doesn't meet my criteria to carve on for my future as a succesfull culinarian[whalau le talk big] but hey, lets face it, who doesn't? the least comparism i could compare between this kitchen and say, pacifica of MO, which i gained my 1 month training previously, was way far different in terms of food qualities and genuine cuisine. fine-dining, was just tottaly different.

i'm not an opportunist but an offer for landing an experience for one of the highly acclaimed restaurant in kl, helmed by chef takashi kimura. i just couldn't resist.

cigar lounge, where we rest our heads during split-shift hours on these nice comfy sofas. :/

Cold Angel hair pasta, tossed with truffle oil. slices of Akagai(Giant Heart Cockles) and Mirugai(Geoduck) Garnished with hand-picked Rucola cress.

Unagi & Foie Gras, Port wine sauce.

Foie gras, sandwiched between 2 slices unagi. shapes into a compact squares. breaded, deep-fried to perfection. i've never touch such exquisite and expensive product as foie gras but here in cilantro, we "played" them like kids playing a playdoh. pretty much mash into a semi-fine texture to mould the unagi centerpiece. other rare expensive stuffs that we could lay our hands on are black perigord truffles and wide range of japanese fish.

kitchen environment is intense when things starts to get busy during dinner. we would shuffle-dance on the kitchen dancefloor if everything goes out of control, heck.. the words "matilah" "die lah" is common to every staff who works there. even our chef takashi would tunggang-langgang lari sana sini to get things done. unfortunately, i don't have much picture or images snapping out of cilantro's kitchen, cause i have a brief time there.

the only image i snapped from the kitchen.

yeah, i've quit. again. that was like superfast, 3 months 2 weeks of my employment there. everyone was like, what the fuck? but soon they understood my decision and even encourage me to go for it. a new place to work, a new challenge. and i can't wait.

but i'm jobless for the time being, so..

IT'S FUCKING BORED FOR NOT BEING IN THE KITCHEN!!

Nostalgia.

2010-05-13T15:15:00.004+08:00

I might try this moves in a club.. or something.

I can't believe he C[censored] on his A[censored]!! even with his pants on!

we must been smoke something to figured out something as silly as this..

yeah i know, choreography sucks. next.

Ermm.. one of the.. solo act.

all videos taken circa 2008.

regards to my dad.

2010-02-09T03:00:00.001+08:00

the warmth, the funny moments, the eating-out surprises, the tv shows that he made a sarcastic jokes out of it, the nagging, the disciplinary that's been sets upon us siblings. boyish, very approaching, prudent, the brevity of his quotes, dorky yet sometimes annoying.

his absence however, seems to triggered to the point that lacks of certain something, at home. something that i've never thought of truly appreciates or valued when he's around, it's been approximately six months since my dad last spent a short vacation with us. short yet memorable, [i've even lost his USD 100 when he asked me to change his cash at the money-changing counter] his presence however, i've been dearly missed.

i wish to tell him that I'm doing good, though i've never took the initiative to call him, there are many things that i really would love to share. i'm writing this not to please by any means, or showing how reflectively thoughtful i am. that, is rather insipid.

i only want to express how dearly i miss my dad, and i miss him so much.

Ting, the great.

2010-02-09T02:50:00.001+08:00

re-post [Last posted on facebook, september 23rd 2009]

Went sightseeing in an unknown forest located within the heavily tropical area of east java, stumbled upon an old leprechaun with a capuchin on his head, told me there’s a hidden treasure located in a lava dome underneath mount kelud.

Off I went without hesitation, 3 days 2 night, found myself middle of nowhere. that old crook fooled me, no treasure no food no beer but a glow in the dark caught my attention, there’s light in one of the caves ahead of me, it is.. funky, with mish-mashed of red & green laser like lightnings flashes all around me.

As I draw nearer, music beats are getting louder, they played retro? what the fuck and to my findings, there’s a rave party going on in the cave. I managed to get in, no bouncers, no ushers, no counters, no stamping on arms! and local folks dances with their buttocks off, estimated approximately around few hundreds of crowds, I went in the nearby bar to get myself a drinks, what the fuck no bartenders fuck it there's a bottle of milo so i just grab 'em. being entertained by the music, i decided to check around who's spinning that night.

What the fuck? none? no DJ's, no emcees?? how the hell/who/ where did the music came about? I asked around but all the crowd were..as if in mute mode? all of them, never mutter a single word, i just can't believe it but no ones seems to talk, nobody talks. just music, its seems like i'm the only idiot talking, what is this? Mute themed party? and i'm aware this will probably last all night long..

anyway, suddenly I was surrounded by a group of hot chicks, all of four [4] of them, clad in a very tight parisian corset, dragged me in a v.i.p room, pushes me in a corner where even a cockroach can't even turn its head.

one of them grope my behind & the other one licking my ears like red bean paste on dorayaki pancakes, the rest do their thang wisely below & suddenly the blonde one whispered something in my ears as i sniffed her curly hair[she looks like taylor swift btw]and she whisper in a luscious manner, with her wet lips pouting.. “mr. Ting, you had enough.” I'm glad she's the first person that talks.. to me at least.

"what is this? a mute party?" i asked. "no, you are the odd one, you should get out" she whispered again. what odd one *khaakz nevermind, but i replied furiously “eh HELLO? what the fuck? i've just got here, and i'm not drunk! [points towards my bottle of milo] you didn't even take my pants off?? I want more!” this however, triggered to the point that she commands all of them girls get the verge of having to undress in a sudden manner, that i've no idea nor have a clue on what the fuck are they up to but it, amazed me.

It is surprising and i like surprises, they begin to unlock their daisies.. [whoa try not to act so excited] in very slow process, stripping very slowly.. it freaked me out though, they manage to strip simultaneously in precision. all of four [4] of them, lead by the blonde taylor swift lookalike.. and one by one.. stripping very slowly..

very very slowly.. stripp.. stri.. str

[It's getting late, pardon for my bullshitting, thanks for reading, anyway. it's 4am, and i can't sleep. yet. fuck.]

Sappy

2010-01-24T21:15:00.001+08:00

what is this whole definition of “Dating” is all about? I’m probably a dumbfuck to doubt that you wouldn’t find seriousness on either both you and you partner, at the early stage of that, engaging relationship of yours. dating is a way to test and gauge a relationship’s romantic potential. It has a low level of commitment, or so at least, to me. it is temporal.

When you date someone, you’re expressing an interest to be their lover; when you date someone, you act like a “couple”, with the awareness that there is nothing definite in the relationship that entails a serious commitment.

Time itself, is just as important, so, what’s the rush? What’s the desperation is all about? I might figuring out a potential break-up plan if I lingered this to be happen on a rushed/empty/unfruitful relationship, or else I would be branded as toying someone’s feelings, depending on how long i might drag. toying is a fun thing to plot but toying, is cheating. So let me be clear with this, patience do play a big role on both partners to foresee their relationship for a potential commitments, both needed time, to learn each other inside out.