robot chicken meal

I have done downloading the whole season so far.

To know more about robot chicken go to:

1>> Cartoon Network

2>> Wired News

I should not need to tell you how to download them all... right?

capital letters

I just realised that capital letters was invented for a reason. Now, I can see that an article can actually look a lot better with proper capitalisation.

From this day forth, i am gonna ride the capitalising alphabet wave.

i am jack's scared shitless guts that are missing since day one

I am gutless, scared shitless of things in life.

Always wondering what I can do better after certain things had already transpired.

Inside me, I am screaming: Let me be free.

Yes, release the tyler durden in me. Let me grab Chance on the neck and strangle the air out of it. Let Chance be afraid of me. Let Chance run away from me.

Inside me, I am screaming: Where are my guts?

Inside me, I have imploded, sucking the life out of other people.

Inside me, I have released some melancholy.

dumb ass

I am such a dumb ass.

my blog address was spelt wrongly!

ablogodyESSY? damn.

anyway, i tried changing it but the address was not available. double damn.

guess i have to live with it.

out processed

i arrived home from my four and a half days ICT this friday afternoon.

Here are some of the major events that occurred during my ICT:

1>> the new platoon mate: Space man Ah Tan.
He is crazy. yes! i mean it. he is really crazy!

apparently, he was released from the Institute of Mental Health a few weeks ago. He also have a pas F status; meaning he is exempted from all army training.

my first and last interaction with him was outside the signal storeroom where we were drawing some signal sets. I asked him whether he knew how assemble a signal set and he replied, while smiling, by nodding, then shaking, then, again, nodding his head.

That sent shiver down my spine, maaan! thaijames tried introducing himself before that and it was worst: There wasn't any response at all!

the following evening, we had a run. we finished at the parade square and he stood there all by himself after we all left for the bunk! lester, as a sergeant, went to persuade him to go up and he did, however, he went to stand by the water cooler for 4 freaking hours! during that time, he didnt move much and did not talk at all.

that was the last straw. ah lai, the csm, went to investigate and found out that he was crazy with history of violence and that there was a cock up somewhere during the call up.

ah!!! history of violence! inside me, i am screaming: dun kill me because i wanted you to assemble the signal sets!

luckily, he was loaded up into an ambulance and that was the last time we seen of spaceman ah tan... right?

He was nicknamed spaceman ah tan by either afro jj or mogan. we knew his surname from the uniform he was wearing. although, up til now, we aint 100% sure if that was his uniform at all.

2<< I passed my IPPT!
yeah!!!

3>> paintball
we had a very very short game of paintball at FIBUA (fighting in built up area).

4<< we are best unit for 3rd Div!
who really care anyway.

the final highlight was probably there wasnt anymore cock ups after the spaceman ah tan's fiasco for the rest of the ICT. well, that was pretty fun. sonovabitch.

in-camp training

no more blogging until at least the 25th. as if i have been consistently blogging at all.

my fucking camp is damn far. sonovabitch. Tanjong Gul. NO. Not that fancy condo district Tanjong Rhu. GUL. Somewhere in between Tuas and Hell. Heck, i don't even really know how to pronounce the word gul.

anyway, i get to see some old friends... waitaminute... i see them almost every week for the past few months! sonovabitch.

worst is i have to miss at least one class out of two. but i do hope i can manage to attend the friday's lesson. i would really hate it if i miss the friday's class, if you know what i mean. wink.

see u on the outside soon!

madagascar sucks, people

...but coldplay's and blackeyepeas' new albums are okie

***

went to catch madagascar last sunday with mr and mrs gabby. it sucked.

if not for the dancing lemurs (~physically fit, physically fit, physically, physically, physically fit!~) and the english monkeys i would have slept thru it. mrs gabby slept for most part of it.

dreamworks animations sucks. remember sucks tales...- shudder - shrek wasn't great either.

meaning: go download it.

***

bought both coldplay's xy and black eye peas'(BEP) monkey business.

BEP album is phunky but sounded much like their first album. excellent blending of other kinds of music though.

coldplay is sounding a bit like u2 on some of the tracks on top of sounding like radiohead on this new release. overall, it is still extremely listenable.

both albums worth the money...

meaning: get your hand off the mouse and your ass off the chair and plunk down 20 bucks you cheapos!

Revised/Added post(s)

if you care:

i added a post for June 11 after i discovered i can actually turn back time in blogger!

also, i revised some posts on the 7th to include more details.

enjoy!

hamSTAR* pix

to nullify the naughty condom pix previously, i present you another cute and decent hammie pix that is the true representation of this blog:


©2005 lee wee leong.

RIP: Badass Moth

the badass moth is dead.

the body is still unretrievable. deep behind my desk it rest in peace. and now, so will i.

i don't mean i will die! what meant was: i can sleep in peace now.

my sunday (non) sports diary

there was no match this weekend so it was off the gambling den again. it was at okx's (host count=3) place again. It was the original brady bunch (thaijames, okx, bigboss sam and moi) again. I lost again.

Before we arrived at okx's place, we were harrassed by two desperate single ladies outside century square.

okay, i dunno whether were they single or not. however, they indeed harrassed us to get a AC Nielson's johnny walker's survey done. bigboss sam and i declined but they managed to rope in thaijames. in the end, he got a $5 starbucks voucher.

after that, we headed over to shop n save to aquire some supplies for the night. here are some of the items we bought:

1>> 03 times nissin cup noodles (two crab and satu chicken)
2>> 01 times frito lay pretzel (yuk... too salty)
3>> 03 times mentos
4>> bigboss sam bought some condoms
5>> bigboss sam bought some condoms
6>> oh... did i mention bigboss sam bought some condoms and it was the unique raised dots for enhanced pleasure and intensity kind? (see below for digram)

courtesy of durex

he told us he was planning something after the session. us not included.

anyway, we went over to shihlin's, got snacks and proceeded to okx house.

the whole family was there this time round. okx's parents and his two bros.

we, of course, like all polite young adults, exchanged some pleasantries. it went something like this:

us: so sorry to bother you all every weekend. huh..

okx parents: oh, it's okay. no bother, no bother. we are glad you guys come and accompany okx or else he wouldn't know what to do anyway... hee hee.

okx bros: - silent -

us: ha ha yeah yeah. thanks, thanks...

during the game, we noticed thaijames was not himself. in terms of the game and the number of insults to okx. he was losing and the insults were few and far in between. okx ventured to ask what was wrong but got nothing.

later, when we were having noodle break, he informed us that his gf lost a thousand over tag heuer earlier in the day.

i am guessing that was what was bothering thaijames. maybe, he felt guilty that he wasn't with his gf to console her. yes, like all typical human being that we all are, he choose mahjong over love.

the session was very smooth and quick. two rounds, four and half hours and we were done. bigboss sam went on to do what he was suppose to do and the rest of us went home.

me. not. man. yet...

i have a spidey doll, 3 tiny stuff toys and a porcelin pug in my room.

i am still collecting spidey comics (they only cost +/-5 bucks each so i thought: why not?).

i am downloading robot chicken.

i am not yet a man.

son of a bitch.

robot chicken

please! for the love of ribenas! go download robot chicken!

robot chicken is an animated series created and starring actor seth Green and internet animator matthew Senreich. it is only a 15 minutes show. i managed to see a bit of it on a totally unrelated video clip.

they made use of the stop-motion animation technique on those wonderful toys that we used to (some of us still do) own and added some demented twist into it.

they have a scene called "kill bunny". in it jesus (yes, jesus christ) was an action doll out to kill a bunny (yes, easter bunny) doll. it was in the likeness of kill bill and the japanese yazukas were replaced by rabbies. plus, Ishii (lucy liu) was replace by santa claus! gawdamn funny.

here's a screenshot of jesus cutting up one of the rabbis:

i would like to download it meself, however, i believe i screwed up my bitcomet/portforwarding configurations. now, i only get an average of 1-20kbps download rate. i am no longer the geek i used to be.

:(

big. badass. moth.

ah, what a surprise.

apparently, it flew into my ceiling fan in the wee hours of the morning. body parts just spewed across my room like the columbia space shuttle.

on the floor. on some part of the wall. nothing on me and my bed though. thank the gods of the winged insects.

but now, where is the "main" body?

oh, on my desk. nice. although huge but only half a moth now. pretty sure it was dead.

i went over with a tissue intenting to pick it when it almost flew into my face! Luckily, it took a u-turn and fell into an inaccessible part behind the desk.

Great, now i have a big badass half of a moth living with me. my nights are going to be sooo peaceful.

sleep. dry. hair. shower.

experiment. looking. new. way. write.

i. miss. you. is. truth. the.
play. cold. warning. sign. playing. currently.

hungry. still. sucks. sakura.

0000. hours. home. tired.

showered. waiting. hair. dry. sleep.

- ahem -

okie, much better.

today, i hanged out with o'kieffty today. (I repeat "today" twice. I found out about it weeks later. I could have edited it out but its soooo stupid i think i will just leave it so i can feel embarrass for the rest of my life.)

he asked me to pick the place for makan (as usual) when he appeared in his jammies. man, and i was gonna try out the steak restaurant at cathay.

so, in the end he suggested the sakura buffet restaurant at, of all places, tampines safra.

he patronise sakura frequently he said. the food was great he said.

let me tell you this: sakura sucks.

the sashimi, not fresh. the oysters, not fresh. the range of food, not wide enough. the lambchop, not fresh. durian puffs, limited. the sharks fins, my ass!

definitely not worth 20 over dollars. no more sakura for me again in a long time. i am gonna hate sakura for a long time.

probably, if i pay another 10 to 15 bucks i could be dining at olive tree!

let me tell another thing: there is nothing to do at tampines.

the malls at tampines are alway fucking crowded. and it just seems like the whole horde of people are just passing thru the malls and it is endless. endless, i tell you, endless!

therefore, we opted to drive down town into borders. we spent sometime reading magazine for free and, later, chilled at the coffeebean outside with my favourite coffeebean beverage malibu dream (its on the kids' menu), talked about vil kilmer (of all people) for the rest of the evening.

the incredible hock

i made this. its not me by the way. its hock from work. a bit tacky but it is all fun.

my sunday sports diary

due to the change in schedule for this weekend's overnight mahjong session, i have decided to nix this weeks soccer game.

the mahjong game was moved to sat night instead of the usual sun. that change caused thaijames ("mahjong is my life!") to miss the session too. however, he did drop by to unleash his customary repertoire of insults to okx (host count=2).

besides that, i, also, made an assessment of my workout activites for the whole week:

>> Jogging- check. twice.
>> Abs workout- ditto.
>> Sprints- once. while chasing for bus 70.

not as much as wrt before pulling my hamstring. but it is picking up.

chasing the phantom bus

just exited the mrt station and saw a couple of ladies running. using me telepathy ability, i could sense that they were chasing after a bus that was leaving the interchange.

thinking that it could be my bus, i, unconventionally, sprinted too.

time out.

you see, i could only take two buses to my place and the interval for these two services could take from 15 mins to 25 fuckin' mins. its damn long! it should be like 10 to 15 max.

furthermore, the distance between the boarding place is fuckin' far. perhaps i will show the map of the location next time.

back to where i was:

it was almost 2300hrs. i simply could not take that chance of missing the bus.

alas, my telepathy ability failed me.

when i reached the interchange (which was just underneath the mrt station), my bus havent arrive and the two ladies proceeded to queue* up in another bus lane which, incidentally, also have NOT arrive.

WTF? why were they running? exercise? are we chasing a phantom bus?

i believe the pressure of missing the bus is too high. people, including yours truly, are starting to do crazy things.

I have written a number of emails to TIBS complaining about my old feeder service waiting time before. i am thinking of writing to SBS this time round. maybe i should start some sort of petition.

i am not saying complaining is the most effective but at certain level it works. and, also, isnt that what singaporeans do best?

as long as we dont keep the public transport companies in check, they can continue to play mind games with commuters. we will all be chasing the phantom bus.

san antonio spurs are in the finals

yesssss!!! after the stupid scare at SBC centre on tuesday finally they are in the finals!

to top off the week, it would be wonderful if tottenham hotspur manage to enter uefa cup through fairplay.

ps also i am waiting to for an email that may not come. it would be nice too, if i get that.

late

was sooo late for work this morning. my handphone alarm (tone: spongebob squarepants theme song) failed me.

damn sleepy... lucky got listerine to wake me up.

mouthwash

yuck! it taste horrible. how does one use it twice everyday?

day out with the old folks

i went to hougang mall with the old fogies today. The old fogies being my parents of course.

we pretty much went our own way: they to NTUC. I to get my hair cut.

i have never been to hougang mall in my life. but i felt, deep inside, that i have shopped here before. strange. the only unfamiliar sight about the mall was that almost every floor there were shops owned by NTUC or one of its subsidaries.

anyway, i got my hair done at jantzen by a plump lady named annie. Everytime she cuts from my back, i could feel boobs at the back of my head!

no, it not a funky experience. annie was not that desirable.

annie, i am sorry. you wont get my 22 bucks anymore.

after my hair was done, i went over to watson to get a few items.

1>> dettol shower foam. The one at home was about to finished.

2>> listerine. i had swallowed some when i was young. Bad experience. But decide to give a go again. the cool citrus flavah.

3>> gatsby solid. Wild & Dry. got 5 stars for styling power and 3 stars for shine. Its a gel-wax hybrid. Wooo, sounds scientific. this the 3rd gatsby wax i owned.

4>> glico almond chocolate. mmmmm....

meet up with mom and dad after that. they gave the "look" again.

"aiyo! why didnt u ask the hairdresser to cut shorter?!"

"aiya. very short already lah."

"like dat might as well as dont cut."

went home after that.

nothink

i got nothing in my head right now. not even a titty image.

wait wait... no. right now.

damn. okay. no thoughts. riiiiiiiight now!

blast it! a titty image came from nowhere.

i wonder is it possible to have no thoughts?

i think therefore i am.

so if i don't think at all, what will become of me?