drill this into yer heads

totally believable. singapore was hot like hell today.

music for the dissertation ears

not the coolest band in the world but they somehow managed to make me feel better when writing my much dreaded paper. i think there is something about them, especially so when i am not a fan of indie.



never thought i would like such a typical indie video! never thought i could still listen to ska. :O !

for the tech geek in you (lemming-r doesnt have one!)

Clips that will take u less than a minute !

http://www.kotoc-produccions.com/cuatrobots/





Nowadays i wanna start playing pc games again. But no time no time :'(

not huggable

take a look at this shit load:

..Lindsay Lohan dares to wear second-hand! Yup it's true. The reformed party girl wants to be ‘clean’ and ‘green.’ She’s kicked her habit (at least for the moment) of buying new designer duds for a more eco-statement with vintage threads. The actress is spotlighting recycled fashion as part of the UK’s Visa Swap campaign. The idea is to get folks to trade in their unwanted clothes and cutdown on future fashion purchases by buying second-hand.

i have half the mind to boycott treehugger for this piece of bullshit. it has wasted 5 minutes of my life reading it, and another 5 blogging it.

busy lemming reporting live! from cactus land

sorry guys for missing out on many things. calico, i'm not offline on purpose! i'm just not at my computer most of the time! i just met hon and jj last night, they popped by my house when i was just about to go to sleep (at 1030pm, i was so worn). hon was happy of course, now that jayers is back! he didn't look very different. we sat in jj's car and chatted for quite a while, before i could take it no longer. he said he played perkish d'lite vol. 1 at a friend's party (i presume, was a very hot newyawk party)! i am so grateful for such air-time, says the dj bay-b. :D! hon passed me my extremely belated birthday presents, which were 1. hello kitty terrycloth pencil case. 2. metallic pink hello kitty girlie pursebag. :) thank you hon, you are a darling!

Tomatoes in Immaculate Conception Shocker

my garden is being consumed by tomatoes. they grow in the pots, in the troughs/ on the window sill. Everywhere we spread the compost the tomatoes start growing. This morning I pulled up at least 100 shoots. As far as we know we hardly ever put tomatoes in the compost heap (you always eat the seeds - unless youre a total freak). There is no explanation for where they are coming from. I don't want to encourage you, but it is basically a miracle.

I can't decide whether this is good or bad

:O

http://www.interactivearchitecture.org/eco-dance-floor.html
http://www.club4climate.com/

How big is this currently in the UK?

the director Charlie Tims :D!

Videos to bring cheer to any day !


Video for the Duloks - this is a good song :D!


That significant video in your flat in Toa Payoh, Charlie


In Other News..
Death Cab, the original emo is coming to Singapore and i won't go cos its expensive. CRIES Ben Gibbard. Will u go, R-sy?

wank pop

These are my awesome friends The Duloks on spanish TV. You can hear the lead singer Mira talking about the difficulty of masturbating in your parent's house (a predicament i'm sure many young singaporeans can relate to), which even at the age 28, I still find pretty amusing. I'm not sure they would be let in to Singapore.

bringing in back some good vibes on lemmings

i hope this picture will put some rest and peace in your hearts after being traumatised by my atrocious writing!

Big Ginormous Apology!

I had to take down my last post because it caused so much trauma in people's lives. I re-read it to find out why since I could not understand the situation. and it only took me one extra read to figure out the reason! Boy, I sounded like a freaking dictator, shoving doctrines down people's throats. I am soooooooo sorry! I really didn't mean to sound pushy/arrogant/smarter than everyone else! It is really just bad writing? I have to admit that I wrote like this because ... this is how I talk to myself. I need stern dictatorship in order to get a grip on anything in life - this is how my stubborn personality works and I forgot that not everyone on earth is as stubborn as I am and so, this 'method' of talking doesn't work for everyone! My goodness, I have been -THIS- dense, I am so embarassed! Pleeeeeeeeease give me the benefit of the doubt since some of you knew how I barely passed my communication module in 2nd year of university. Boo. I'm sorry. I need to learn to be more gentle, even to myself. I am probably the hardest person I know on myself and this side of me is leaking out of my pores and affecting everyone around me, and it has got to stop! I'm soooooooo sorry that you were scared to death after reading my last post, you should be, it was scary. I am really feeling terrible for putting you all through so much distress! It was really not my intention, and I can understand why some of you felt it was the ultimate bad news and not good news. Because I made it bad, and gave everyone such a horrible impression of God! Thank you everyone for waking my ideas up. Last night when rolling about in bed, asking God to explain why people felt this way after they read my post, God just slapped me right in my face with His response: "Rachelle, you had good intentions but no empathy."

I am so sorry for being such an asshole in my writing. Please forgive me?

ps. God slapped me cos He knows I needed it. Please don't think that He slaps everyone, only stubborn mules like myself.

london

If you hook your head out of the little window in the bathroom here you can see all this crap. if you look carefully you can see norman foster's gerkin, st paul's cathedral and st pancras station which is where the trains go to France from. in london there are people everywhere. that's because most people live in substandard accomodation which isn't worth spending time in. Our house is cool, so we never leave. I don't think i left it at all this weekend. You can't put notes on here, but I'll put one on my flickr with notes about the meaningless rubbish in my house.

Byebye Nan Station :'(

Nan Station has closed down :0 Has it? Cries. http://shimokitareviews.blogspot.com/2007/03/cafe-review-nan-station.html

PS. I think the Indian Gentleman she spoke of is actually the Malysian Chinese owner. He's Chinese right?

inward joy

12:26am and my parents are in bed.
the house is quiet.
my windows are open.

i lay still,
and smile
like a girl in love.

for this i know -
Jesus Christ holds my hand
for all the days of my life.

The pop band of today

When i woke up this morning I had this strange urge to search on a band called The Feeling.

But when i went to read on them, i realised i didn't know anything about them and i couldnt recognise the name of their singles and i was wondering why i even thought about them. I guess the name was just hanging around in my head in some sort of subconscious.

Anyway i decided to give them a listen, and then i realised that ALL the pop songs that i found catchy/acceptable in the past year were actually by this same British band - who looks like a simplified evolved version of franz ferdinand, but sounded like the american boybands of today. (i totally thought they were american yesyesss despite the brit accent and i imagined these songs were by different singers :O)

My favourite is this one:


I thought it was over

Here are some others:

Sewn


Never be lonely


Fill my little world


Love it when you call

I know they are the type of music that ALL u lemmings might dislike though not as much as u all might dislike Maroon5 and the likes HEE

BUT I just wanted to tell u guys about this cos i find them (and their innoncence) quite a positive phenomenon amongst the cluttering of "packaged punk"- emopop bands on radio today. Is it really innocence or (is the reason for their difference) a result of poor marketing though? Since actually they were formed in 1995 :O

I hope im not taking this too far but they give me the same ironic feeling as Chromeo HEHE. What is this genre? Is it considered Power Pop? If it is.. then such is my new favourite type of music! I'm going to go research more on this :)

Signing off,
the Pop Music Ambassador O' Lemmings

my brains are leaking out of my ears

Went to see Maurice Fulton last night at The End. He played a slowed down version of Mu's let's get sick, three times. I danced like an idiot. Maurice it turns out, is also Mu's husband. I think you know Mu because I think she's on that Annie DJ Kicks you gave me that got stolen with my laptop. I spoke to the great man before he stepped up to the decks, but i don't think he could hear much as he was leaning against the speaker stack - the legend. I know including photos from my flickr is really lame, but I have included this one as it's the best I've managed for a while. I took it about 15 minutes ago. I think I need to sleep.

brontos are my favourite of the lot just because they like vegetables like i do

i wanted to make a dinosaur shirt tonight, but i just received a very angry email from lilian. she scared the hell out of me! :( cheryl once said that she feels lilian is like a volcano waiting to erupt. i think she just erupted. so much for a dinosaur saturday night.

which dino cutie is your favourite?

(the sloth type is an interesting fella. pudgy! :) )

100% crushable

i dont care if they were early 2008 and we're into the 2nd half now. mgmt has the best hair ever. all guys on earth should have curly hair. and all girls on earth should like guys with curly hair. curly people are the creme of the crop.

calling all culturejammers!

who's up for this? join me. :)

i hope this is a breakthrough

less than 2 months till august people! let's all work hard now so that we won't die of panic in july.

joan of arc wears chanel plus other tidbits

† says:
how about tendrils

† says:
thats quite delightful?

Calicocali studio calico says:
its like nostrils !

† says:
lentils?

Calicocali studio calico says:
sian ah

Calicocali studio calico says:
okok la

† says:
ok to which one?

Calicocali studio calico says:
u choose yr favourite

Calicocali studio calico says:
both will irritate me.. but i guess thats yr point..

Calicocali studio calico says:
!!!!!!

† says:
im afriad it has to be tendrils

Calicocali studio calico says:
if they dont.. then it wont be fun for u already huh !

Calicocali studio calico says:
i guess u would choose that !

† says:
ok gdnight from me and tendi

Calicocali studio calico says:
photosynthesis is a little gross as i remember

Calicocali studio calico says:
plants making food

Calicocali studio calico says:
ok byebye !

† says:
chlorophyll coming back with power power

Calicocali studio calico says:
i wish it wouldnt..

C. S. Lewis explains

You know that in space you can move in three ways - to left or right, backwards or forwards, up or down. Every direction is either one of these three or a compromise between them. They are called the three Dimensions. Now notice this. If you are using only one dimension, you could draw only a straight line. If you are using two; you could draw a figure: say, a square. And a square is made up of four straight lines. Now a step further. If you have three dimensions, you can then build what we call a solid body: say, a cube - a thing like a dice or a lump of sugar. And a cube is made up of six squares.

Do you see the point? A world of one dimension would be a straight line. In a two-dimensional world, you still get straight lines, but many lines make one figure. In a three-dimensional world, you still get figures but many figures make one solid body. In other words, as you advance to more real and more complicated levels, you do not leave behind you the things you found on the simpler levels: you still have them, but combined in new ways - in ways you could not imagine if you knew only the simpler levels.

Now the Christian account of God involves just the same principle. The human level is a simple and rather empty level. On the human level one person is one being, and any two persons are two separate beings - just as, in two dimensions (say on a flat sheet of paper) one square is one figure, and any two squares are two separate figures. On the Divine level you still find personalities; but up there you find them combined in new ways which we, who do not live on that level, cannot imagine. In God's dimension, so to speak, you find a being who is three Persons while remaining one Being, just as a cube is six squares while remaining one cube. Of course we cannot fully conceive a Being like that: just as, if we were so made that we perceived only two dimensions in space we could never properly imagine a cube. But we can get a sort of faint notion of it. And when we do, we are then, for the first time in our lives, getting some positive idea, however faint, of something super-personal - something more than a person. It is something we could never have guessed, and yet, once we have been told, one almost feels one ought to have been able to guess it because it fits in so well with all the things we know already.

You may ask, 'if we cannot imagine a three-personal Being, what is the good of talking about Him?' Well, there isn't any good talking about Him. The thing that matters is being actually drawn into that three-personal life, and that may begin any time - tonight, if you like.

What I mean is this. An ordinary simple Christian kneels down to say his prayers. He is trying to get into touch with God. But if he is a Christian he knows that what is prompting him to pray is also God: God, so to speak, inside him. But he also knows that all his real knowledge of God comes through Christ, the Man who was God - that Christ is standing beside him, helping him to pray, praying for him. You see what is happening. God is the thing to which he is praying the goal he is trying to reach. God is also the thing inside him which is pushing him on - the motive power. God is also the road or bridge along which he is being pushed to that goal. So that the whole threefold life of the three-personal Being is actually going on in that ordinary little bedroom where an ordinary man is saying his prayers. The man is being caught up into the higher kinds of life - what I called Zoe or spiritual life: he is being pulled into God, by God, while still remaining himself.

And that is how Theology started. People already knew about God in a vague way. Then came a man who claimed to be God; and yet He was not the sort of man you could dismiss as a lunatic. He made them believe Him. They met Him again after they had seen Him killed. And then, after they had been formed into a little society or community, they found God somehow inside them as well: directing them, making them able to do things they could not do before. And when they worked it all out they found they had arrived at the Christian definition of the three-personal God.

This definition is not something we have made up; Theology is, in a sense, an experimental science. It is simple religions that are the made-up ones. When I say it is an experimental science 'in a sense,' I mean that it is like the other experimental sciences in some ways, but not in all. If you are a geologist studying rocks, you have to go and find the rocks. They will not come to you, and if you go to them they cannot run away. The initiative lies all on your side. They cannot either help or hinder. But suppose you are a zoologist and want to take photos of wild animals in their native haunts. That is a bit different from studying rocks. The wild animals will not come to you: but they can run away from you. Unless you keep very quiet, they will. There is beginning to be a tiny little trace of initiative on their side.

Now a stage higher; suppose you want to get to know a human person. If he is determined not to let you, you will not get to know him. You have to win his confidence. In this case the initiative is equally divided-it takes two to make a friendship.

When you come to knowing God, the initiative lies on His side. If He does not show Himself, nothing you can do will enable you to find Him. And, in fact, He shows much more of Himself to some people than to others - not because He has favourites, but because it is impossible for Him to show Himself to a man whose whole mind and character are in the wrong condition. Just as sunlight, though it has no favourites, cannot be reflected in a dusty mirror as clearly as in a clean one.

You can put this another way by saying that while in other sciences the instruments you use are things external to yourself (things like microscopes and telescopes), the instrument through which you see God is your whole self. And if a man's self is not kept clean and bright, his glimpse of God will be blurred - like the Moon seen through a dirty telescope. That is why horrible nations have horrible religions: they have been looking at God through a dirty lens.

God can show Himself as He really is only to real men. And that means not simply to men who are individually good, but to men who are united together in a body, loving one another, helping one another, showing Him to one another. For that is what God meant humanity to be like: like players in one band, or organs in one body.

Consequently, the one really adequate instrument for learning about God is the whole Christian community, waiting for Him together. Christian brotherhood is, so to speak, the technical equipment for this science - the laboratory outfit. That is why all these people who turn up every few years with some patent simplified religion of their own as a substitute for the Christian tradition are really wasting time. Like a man who has no instrument but an old pair of field glasses setting out to put all the real astronomers right. He may be a clever chap - he may be cleverer than some of the real astronomers, but he is not giving himself a chance. And two years later everyone has forgotten all about him, but the real science is still going on.

If Christianity was something we were making up, of course we could make it easier. But it is not. We cannot compete, in simplicity, with people who are inventing religions. How could we? We are dealing with Fact. Of course anyone can be simple if he has no facts to bother about.

i saw pants in the waiting room/1

I wake at 8.30 to the patter of rain. A new act in the Bank Holiday weekend has begun. Feeling whoozy with last night's home-brews i climb up two flights of stairs to the bathroom at the top of the house.

The roof slopes up over the bath, making a stand up shower impossible. I turn the tap on and count to six as the water works it's way up through the old pipes. A hot trickle arrives and I kneel, splashing water over my naked unwashed body.

I have allowed 2 hours to pull my things together and one hour to get to Paddington for a train that leaves at 11.27.

Somehow i find myself at 10.33 with a toothbrush hanging out of my mouth, sloshing water over the seedlings with an over-riding feeling that all is not where it should be. I've wrapped the presents, but they don't have any name cards. I've stuffed an envelope with card and paper to make them on the train, but do i have the scissors? Pete might want to make the Elderlfower wine today, but have i found the yeast? Have i charged the battery in my computer? should I take my charger. Why has the drying up cloth I put over the cordial i made yesterday fallen into the dish? Should I be wearing my suit? Why is it raining? What time is it...?

At 10.40 I cut my losses, pick up the presents grab the large golf umbrella. I ride the 27 through the sodden streets of Camden, sitting in the front seat on the top deck. I will it forward, doing my best to out-psyche each set of traffic lights down the Euston Road.

I realise that the panic is completely self-induced when I arrive at Paddington with fifteen minutes to spare. I tell myself that believing that I am going to miss the train is the only way I can be sure that I will make it. Then I think of my grey hair and the heart condition that took my grandfather in 1986 two weeks before the bombing of Libya.

The journey is unproductive – i remembered the scissors, but I forgot the Pritstick.

The track is being taken up between Swindon and Bristol. I am given the choice of an immediate bus trip to Bristol Parkway or a a forty minute wait for a train to Bristol temple Meades. The soggy man with the clipboard by the bus stop advises me to wait for the train.

I turn from the wet and follow the smell of coffee along the upstairs corridor. Shortly before I reach the kiosk the passage opens up to my right making room for an open plan waiting room. As I walk, my eyes wander along the lines of empty fixed seats. Will I have a late? I can't hold babies. Why didn't I drink some water before I went to bed last night? I hope Alison's train hasn't been delayed....I am looking directly into a girl's eyes. Huge black olives, pressing the flesh back on my face. I breath her in – the unkept hair that suggests a night on a sofa at a London party last night, the studenty white hoody under a tight green anorak, the sun tan and pixie boots that complement parentally financed Summer holidays in Antibe. She looks straight back at me and smiles. She definitely smiles. She's looking directly at me and I can see her teeth. She is smiling at me. She is definitely smiling at me.

God at starbucks :)

I was sitting alone in a starbucks yesterday. I had intended to spend the afternoon reading this before going for dance class but I ended up finishing up this instead. I could not concentrate on my dissertation literature because there was no peace in my heart. I was panicky and nervous and I desperately needed to read the word of God. I was thankful that despite leaving my bible at home, I did have 'Battlefield of the Mind' with me - seems like my mind was in a battle most definitely.

I later realised that there was no peace in my heart because before I left the house, I was nasty to my parents. I was annoyed at my dad for bothering me to help him fix his computer (asking me the IT idiot of all people) and my mom was being moody for no reason. This situation made me lose my cool because I was already stressed out by my dissertation.

Anyway, as I read Meyer's book, I was reminded of what Jesus Christ said in the bible, from John 16:33 :

In the world you have tribulation and trials and distress and frustration; but be of good cheer (take courage; be confident, certain, undaunted)! For I have overcome the world. (I have deprived it of power to harm you and have conquered it for you.)
- from the amplified bible version

or

I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world.
-from new living translations

(Sometimes I like to read different version of a particular scripture to understand the bible better, hee.)

Anyway, reading this made me realised that I had allowed my emotions to overwhelm me (in the way I responded to my parents). In such situations, there were simply 2 choices: 1. Be patient with them. 2. Be irritated at them. And I had chose to be irritated - which was why I lost the peace in me. The bible prompts all of us to follow in the footsteps of Jesus C. and always overcome bad circumstances with a cheerful heart. Because bad circumstances are inevitable but we can still have peace despite of it. And God's peace transcends all human understanding. I cannot imagine living in this world without His peace - there is just no other way to keep my sanity.

While this transformation was taking place in my mind, I noticed that my ipod was playing this:

"I will enter His gates with thanksgiving in my heart,
I will enter His courts with praise,
I will say this is the day that the Lord has made,
I will rejoice for He has made me glad!"

Suddenly, I was compelled to send out short smses to all my christian friends to encouragement them. I don't know what it was about, but God has asked me to do it. I must have sent out to like 10 people or more, and strangely one of them was Benjamin (from archi sch). I hardly ever talk to him in school, the last time I saw him was with calico and grace at another starbucks, and we didn't say anything to each other beyond a hello.

Benjamin replied, "Hee. So sorry for the blunder. I recently lost my phone and your contact, so didn't know it was you. Really appreciate that! Thanks for the word! But its interesting why the sudden thought to sms this, can I ask?"

I replied, "Compelled by God's love :)"

Benjamin responded, "I am sure God didn't tell you that I am really drained of strength from preparing for mission trip and really needed encouragement. Thanks a lot."

Many times, God has asked me to do strange things, but everytime as I obey Him, I see His wonderful power manifested before my eyes.

Indeed, such is a wonderful day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice for He has made me glad. :)

Quick Question

How are u doing these days Charlie ! Are u hanging about London.. or?
Please update us about you!

goody-2-su

my brother is off to the army on thursday. the house is going to be a lot quieter and i have one less person to laugh and be foolish with. my dad just told me that he and my mom might be going over to shanghai for a period of time due to his work. if this happens, the house will be all mine. and so is my dad's m benz. i'm not particularly pumped. it feels like i'm on an exchange program or doing my stint - but in singapore. things will be so weird.

the time is now, you could be dead tomorrow

2 simple ways to see God in this world

1. Buy a few seeds, plant them in a pot of soil. Water the plant, add some fertilizers to it if you wish. But you can never make it grow. The plant just grows. Who does the growing? It's God.

2. Watch a sunrise. Who makes the earth rotate? It's God.

Truth is, God is everywhere if only we would just decide to remove all the shit thats blinding us from it and just look.

ps> when i say God, i refer to the One who sent His Son Jesus Christ to die for all our sins. He's the real deal.

a good read

Hello lovelies,

A book that i'm currently reading. here's a snippet from it:

"I once knew a woman whose husband was a very wealthy businessman. He was generally very quiet, and she wanted him to talk more. He knew a great deal about a lot of things. She would get angry at him when they were in a group of people and someone would start a conversation on a subject about which her husband could have knowledgeably contributed much insight. He could have told them everything he knew, but he wouldn't.

One evening after he and his wife had returned home from a party, she chastised him, saying, 'Why didn't you speak up and tell people what you knew about what they were talking about? You just sat there and acted as if you didn't know anything at all!'

'I already know what I know,' he replied. 'I try to be quiet and listen so I can find out what others know.'

I would imagine that this was precisely why he was wealthy. He was also wise! Few people gain wealth without wisdom. And few people have friends without using wisdom in relationships."

Meyer is addressing the judgmental, critical and suspicious mind in this chapter - one of the greatest strongholds that keeps us from using our minds the way God intended. I am very guilty of it, I am probably critical about everything under the sun and I should so stop it. Time to wise up and stop throwing my mind to the dogs. It is a vital necessity to consciously win the battles in our minds because our thoughts affect our actions. We just cannot have a positive life and a negative mind.

Solomon wrote in the book of Proverbs (where God teaches true wisdom):

For as he thinks in his heart, so is he.
-Proverbs 23:7

What amazes me when I read this scripture is that I did not notice how simultaneous this reaction is. What a person thinks will determine what he becomes. This scripture reveals that a person is not what his mouth speaks or declares him to be, but rather what his heart thinks - which is discovered by his actions. And by this he is to be judged of, and not by his word.

A teenage mixtape! , heart calico

:D its done!! and
i'm quite proud of it :)
But i'm in a hurry now, will be out this weekend!

PS. ive read all your posts, will reply in a bit!

Hot band: MGMT

I came across this band while wondering about in a cd shop this week. Don't know if you guys know them, but these fellas are all I'm listening to lately.


I love the beginning part to both the song and the video.

Tasty.

5th june 2008: world environmental day special

"The only other place that's brought bees to such heights is the Paris opera house," Royal York spokeswoman Melanie Coates told Anthony Reinhart of the Globe and Mail. He writes that Chef Garcelon came up with the idea last summer, when he noticed a multitude of bees buzzing around the herbs, vegetables and edible flowers in the raised wooden beds of the hotel's 10-year-old rooftop garden. He evidently has "visions of fresh honey dripping into his salad dressings, soups, pastries and countless other creations."

i love maurice fulton

Been in Amsterdam, where oddly it was very hard to access the internet. You know the average height of women in Amsterdam is 5ft 10in? They are whoppas. When I was there I was talking with my friend Pete about our favorite current DJ Maurice Fulton. He is what the Disco was is made for. He makes very good house music - which is strange as that's almost an oxymoron. He has this podcast to promote himself (episode no.34 is my favourite). He says that to receive a tracklisting you have to leave a comment on his i-tunes page - which I have and he still hasn't sent me one. It made me think that for DJs this kind of makes sense - don't tell anyone what you're music is - so that it's impossible for people to find it and then people will have to come and see you. Meanwhile, no other DJs can pinch your sound. Maybe it's accidental, but I can't understand any reason why he would make/mix such awesome music and not tell anyone what it is. Restricting supply is so not how things are done these days, but it seems to work for him. Here he is dropping sister sledge's - i'm thinking of you somewhere in the dark. what an absolute legend.



I have stuck the business card rrr sent me on my computer, next to the badge - worn-face-photo side out. I wonder if it will be annoying the girlfriend's of singapore. If I found this in my boyfriends wallet i would definitely think he was doing someone else.

This is the tune that got me into the man maurice nearly 2 years ago. if you don't like it after a minute shoot forward to 3 minutes and listen to the bass break. if that doesn't induce a shakedown you're pelvis must be made of lead.

love of my life

He is a lemming too (because I insist)!

Reporting LIVE! from Cactus Drive

Lithops are my favourite of the lot :)