<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777</id><updated>2011-09-29T05:46:09.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing up- a process</title><subtitle type='html'>"But because my servant Caleb has a different spirit and follows me wholeheartedly, I will bring him into the land he went to, and his descendants will inherit it."            -«ŅÜmße®§ ₁4:₂4 »™-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>578</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-8630320175226134895</id><published>2010-12-30T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:21:33.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Its just been a wonderful few months. Last semester results had been thankfully good for the amount of work that i managed to understand. Praise God for that, since I spent alot of time outside school, trying to lead a normal life with friends and also ministry.The weekend that passed was one of the most wonderful weekends that I've ever had in recent months (minus the fact that I dint get to see</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8630320175226134895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8630320175226134895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#8630320175226134895' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-9069508635870667530</id><published>2010-12-11T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T17:27:06.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><summary type='text'>Dont focus on the small things and miss out the big things Right now, I'm kind of feeling quite down after my chemistry paper. Its not because it was difficult. The questions were not that difficult, but completing it in 2 hours is the difficult part. And the main reason for all the mourning was because of a 5 marks question that I did wrong. But the working was still relevent.Walked out of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/9069508635870667530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/9069508635870667530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html#9069508635870667530' title='Focus'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/TQNDjOWtEjI/AAAAAAAAAho/rrzcyYsUp9g/s72-c/imagesCARGZEH8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-6612755738086899250</id><published>2010-11-05T15:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T16:05:40.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Talk with Boon Hao; Lesson From Noah's Ark</title><summary type='text'>One of the first few stories in the bible, and naturally the first few bible stories I recall learning. That faithful day when God closed the ark, Noah and 7 other members of his family were with him too, and that included his wife, 3 sons and 3 daughter-in-law. Its been one of the most famous stories ever told, even inspiring a movie recently; "Evan Almighty". I had the opportunity to talk to a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6612755738086899250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6612755738086899250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html#6612755738086899250' title='A Talk with Boon Hao; Lesson From Noah&apos;s Ark'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/TNO0IzsO-NI/AAAAAAAAAhg/yt8v613R4aI/s72-c/NoahsArk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-5879641528103214584</id><published>2010-10-09T20:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T20:53:02.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before the Morning</title><summary type='text'>Been going on YouTube during study intervals to listen to some contemporary christian music and also christian radio, namely Spirit 105.3 FM. Found this song, and its ministered to me in a way that tells me that; no matter what pain I am going through or will go through, it cant compare with the joy that's coming. I also found the story behind the creation of this song, and its amazing. I'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5879641528103214584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5879641528103214584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#5879641528103214584' title='Before the Morning'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/TLBeB_UDu6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/OnAdIgQaGYA/s72-c/Jumpshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4200923976827844739</id><published>2010-10-01T16:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T17:03:51.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Children's Day, and the not-so-young shall continue to study...</title><summary type='text'>Having a season of closeness with God now, and its really refreshing. Naturally cos of such seasons, been praying abit more lately.The Word of God is really true; the more I pray, I have many more temptations coming into my mind. From time to time, my thoughts start to stray, but its so much easier to stand up against all these temptation with God's strength.Been a bit more active in Campus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4200923976827844739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4200923976827844739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_10_01_archive.html#4200923976827844739' title='Happy Children&apos;s Day, and the not-so-young shall continue to study...'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-1601092008169612195</id><published>2010-09-23T15:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T16:02:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Into Year 2 Sem 1</title><summary type='text'>It seems that I've once again become busy. Too busy for my own good I guess. Need to make a conscious effort to plan my daily schedule to ensure that I have the minimal rest of 7 hrs of sleep and a substantial time of being refreshed by God's word and through prayer.Many things I've committed to lately, generally things in Crusade and Family. Spent a seemingly uneventful summer break doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1601092008169612195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1601092008169612195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_09_01_archive.html#1601092008169612195' title='One Month Into Year 2 Sem 1'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/TJsIkk5EtzI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0AxQ2wBCktE/s72-c/DSC_1973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-6820846376758973753</id><published>2010-05-21T00:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:36:46.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last of Hall 7 and Ming En's ORD</title><summary type='text'>This is my hall. LOL. I entitled this picture "Heaven and Hell" on facebook. HAHABest friend for exams; TYS.Me and Jem.There was this night i woke up scratching and trying to find the culprit, but gave up after a few minutes. I woke up to realise that I had squashed it against the wall. hahaI killed this with my finger. I pointed at it and it died. LOL. just joking. more like I did a quick 'poke'</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6820846376758973753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6820846376758973753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#6820846376758973753' title='Last of Hall 7 and Ming En&apos;s ORD'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/TAkl_OPjMuI/AAAAAAAAAgY/_vC-XZU_QCc/s72-c/Heaven+and+Hell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2513383070457281027</id><published>2010-05-19T17:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T00:56:09.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm up to lately</title><summary type='text'>The NS Book ProjectExams have ended and there are many things for me to accomplish this summer! Of course, one of the most pressing things that has to be done is the NS Book project that me, TY and Jeshua decided to do.Basically, when it first started out, I wanted it to be a source of encouragement to those going into NS, or are already in NS, but most importantly, to my younger brother. As an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2513383070457281027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2513383070457281027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#2513383070457281027' title='What I&apos;m up to lately'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/S_OwGrb-p5I/AAAAAAAAAfA/fxfB4E25uZ4/s72-c/NSbookPROJECTpostcards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-276142409111570555</id><published>2010-04-21T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:05:40.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick one b4 Exams</title><summary type='text'>14 hours before the start of my Exams. So here is my exam schedule.*Legend: FE1007 - Mathematics II    MS1002 - Physics II       FE1008 - Computing     FE1003 - ChemistryIts not my first time taking exams, but I am still nervous to a little extent. Just normal. Before coming to university, I keep telling myself that I am going to make it into the 1st class honors, I'm gonna mug and mug non stop, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/276142409111570555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/276142409111570555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#276142409111570555' title='Just a quick one b4 Exams'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/S88RSrPznII/AAAAAAAAAew/rmtj_PEwjBY/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-7885887636129512564</id><published>2010-04-04T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:02:11.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midweek Adventure</title><summary type='text'>A picture speaks a thousand words. Thats 3000 words up there. haha.This is probably the most interesting thing that happened. Not even pain cos there was a blood clot below the nail since last week. hahaEnjoy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7885887636129512564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7885887636129512564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#7885887636129512564' title='Midweek Adventure'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/S7dzu77MotI/AAAAAAAAAeY/n4qslYsz5hQ/s72-c/Photo+54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-3645420558070714938</id><published>2010-03-25T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:31:57.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Busy Week Passed</title><summary type='text'>(this post was meant for last week, but i dint had time to complete it too. haha. So while I chase up on tutorials last week, I'll finish this last bit of blog post this week :D. FYI, the title for this blog post was supposed to be "A Busy Week Ahead", but since the week passed, I had to change my title as well as some of the way i phrased stuff, e.g. "I have to meet one deadline" became "I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3645420558070714938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3645420558070714938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3645420558070714938' title='A Busy Week Passed'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-3103662325670042085</id><published>2010-03-22T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:01:27.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Born Plant</title><summary type='text'>(This post was mean for 1 and a half month ago, but only managed to complete it today. haha)I recall last august, when I first watered the seeds of the chilli plants, nothing grew. For 21 days, I continued watering it, hoping to see a tint of green rising up from beneath the soil. Still, nothing happened. I was at the verge of giving up, but for ritual sake, I continued watering, without much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3103662325670042085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3103662325670042085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#3103662325670042085' title='1st Born Plant'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/S3KG57fSc7I/AAAAAAAAAd4/a0o9xg6T_mk/s72-c/Photo+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4520653571422909510</id><published>2010-02-23T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:23:28.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The NS Book Project</title><summary type='text'>             Dear brothers,We’re working on a NS book project. It’s going to be a compilation of our Church of Singapore NS testimonies. The purposes are threefold. Firstly, to thank God for bringing us through those dark and dreary days. Secondly, to encourage those who are about to enlist or are still serving the nation. Thirdly, it’s to give our sisters-in-Christ a better understanding of NS. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4520653571422909510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4520653571422909510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#4520653571422909510' title='The NS Book Project'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/S4N0NqUVaSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/E-7OS09-Rxc/s72-c/soldiers3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4010424909001478243</id><published>2010-02-11T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T17:36:09.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God and NS, God in NS</title><summary type='text'>Just want to put this up here for friends who visit this blog but who I haven't talked to for a while. Taiyong, Jesh and I are in the formative stages of coming up with a book. The key idea is for those who've been in uniform to share who God was to them inside of NS. The plan for now is to compile testimonies from church members regarding their experiences and how God was involved in those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4010424909001478243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4010424909001478243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#4010424909001478243' title='God and NS, God in NS'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-290051890146032022</id><published>2010-01-27T21:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:52:41.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam's Story</title><summary type='text'>Adam alighted the school bus and walked toward his home, dreading every step. It had been a long day at school, and so much had happened. Earlier during recess time, a classmate whom he did not fancy had walked up to him and hit him on the back to irritate him. Adam, in his fury, turned back and scolded a vulgarity at him, which resulted in a heated exchange of vulgar superlatives, and ended up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/290051890146032022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/290051890146032022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#290051890146032022' title='Adam&apos;s Story'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-7403165957283548688</id><published>2010-01-13T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:13:09.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith - About a Dog</title><summary type='text'>When I first realised that Faith was supposed to be the name of a dog, I was like, 'Why is someone making fun of such a wonderful name?' I was in for a pleasant surprise. Please enjoy the following link.If my memory served me right, the family was going through some crisis and this dog came about, hence the name.Its been the 3rd day since school had started, and incidentally I realised that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7403165957283548688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7403165957283548688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#7403165957283548688' title='Faith - About a Dog'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4326984648545682893</id><published>2010-01-07T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:27:11.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting the Quota</title><summary type='text'>Yup, if you are wondering why am i blogging the third time this week, its obviously because i want to hit the quota. According to reliable sources, my blog lacks serious updates, and only a certain friend who pursues nursing is able to say proudly that she definitely blogs lesser than me. HAHA. oh wells.And if you, my dear readers, observe, I put in a title for this post. I think it looks more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4326984648545682893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4326984648545682893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4326984648545682893' title='Hitting the Quota'/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/S0X-efnoSdI/AAAAAAAAAdA/fa-AhNv6Ulo/s72-c/first_pig_on_spit_042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-6161471215604053804</id><published>2010-01-06T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T01:35:11.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some of the nicer shots(which i had edited) taken on my uncle's Nikon eD70 while on the Mission Trip to Cambodia last december.On the plane to Cambodia. Dexter busy reading a book with Michelle sneaking a peak.Yvonne walking to our shuttle bus.The Cambodian Ice-cream Man.At the church in the settlement. The girls preparing for a dance.The Pastor's kid. Reminds me of a kid i took last year in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6161471215604053804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6161471215604053804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#6161471215604053804' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/S0TGNQXUXPI/AAAAAAAAAc4/5dUlfVOhzuM/s72-c/Edited_9919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-7649873126557850063</id><published>2009-12-28T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:35:10.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year 2010I found this picture online while looking at nice pictures of trees. I've never seen such a whitish tree before, and its either winter, or it is photoshoped (just like the family potrait of a certain close friend hung on his living room wall). Either way, its a sight to behold. A tree like this would likely require constant watering(rain) and sunshine. Nice.The first post of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7649873126557850063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7649873126557850063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7649873126557850063' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/S0NYVFtnxBI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pxK55wlSdvU/s72-c/fruit_tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-3465242579982759531</id><published>2009-11-23T20:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:11:18.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just finished my Cyber Security Paper less than 2 hours ago. For brothers and sisters out there who are praying for me, I'll do a bit of updating on my exams.Last friday was the first paper, and it was maths. For the whole week each morning, I made it a point to spend some time with my God before starting the rest of the studying, and God had been true to His word. I've been able to complete more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3465242579982759531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3465242579982759531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3465242579982759531' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-6939074059023188071</id><published>2009-11-16T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:26:54.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Took a day off yesterday from the studying, even though exams is so near. Spent the day in church till a good part of the afternoon is gone, catching up with churchies, and playing table tennis with my bro. Had the liberty of using the car since my dad was in malaysia over the weekend. Sped things up alot, and thanks to the convenience of it, i was able to visit my grandma for the first time in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6939074059023188071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6939074059023188071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#6939074059023188071' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-577364419777080263</id><published>2009-11-10T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:24:42.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friends are one of the things in life that God bless me with, and may faithful friends abound around the faithful.The last weekend had been one of the most pleasant weekends ever, since the start of school. Friday was Cheryl's birthday, and we had a feast at Tony Roma at Suntec. They sell THE best ribs in Singapore. And more importantly, tony roma tasted so nice because of the Buy-2-Meals-Get-1-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/577364419777080263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/577364419777080263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#577364419777080263' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/SvmRRx56U3I/AAAAAAAAAbM/VcteFpk7S1w/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-5641431868089544598</id><published>2009-10-30T12:23:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:12:23.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh heart, oh heartWhy are you so downcast?You've lost all hopeand need a place to cryGreat joy comes before immense setbacksLike a calm before a great stormMen can predict the weatherBut who are they to say they're in control?I refuse to walk in the assemblies of the wicked."I cheated justice, and am not found.I murdered integrity, and still roam free."With this they boast, and walk away.How </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5641431868089544598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5641431868089544598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5641431868089544598' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/SvBhHfEiJzI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ENIoAikYqMU/s72-c/Photo+32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-5702217340416144784</id><published>2009-10-25T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:15:23.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a blink of an eye, my first uni sem is going to come to an end with just a little less than a month to my examinations. I wonder in this last months, how much of the things i do ard in school really please my maker? Sure I tried hard to keep away from ungodly friendship and commitment, but i seem to be struggling with my studies. When i look myself in the mirror, i cant remember a time when i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5702217340416144784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5702217340416144784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5702217340416144784' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-8762993978871885361</id><published>2009-10-17T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:09:02.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Struggle is when people plan to cheat in a test, and you try to convince yourself not to partake in their fellowship.I had a test on monday, people sitting shoulder to shoulder.Cheating was not an issue, the real test was not to.I told God that 'I lift it up to you', and found out I answered at least 2 questions wrong the minute it ended.Smiled to myself and sigh, oh what ill-fortunes for those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8762993978871885361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8762993978871885361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#8762993978871885361' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2691825258840062239</id><published>2009-10-08T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:19:55.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yups, its me again in my brown army shirt. You might ask, 'Whats up with the many updates recently?' Honestly, i dont know, but feel like recording this important moment of my life.'What's so important?', you might ask. Well, the rosemary plant that i had been nurturing since it was a seed, just dried up over the weekend.See how sad I was. if you look closely at the pot, there no longer is any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2691825258840062239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2691825258840062239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2691825258840062239' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/Ss26Sfpa5SI/AAAAAAAAAak/vrUBaJggCzY/s72-c/Photo+28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-67500843517047192</id><published>2009-10-05T03:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T04:02:27.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleep.I've been struggling to sleep recently. Actually, only for 2 consecutive nights, but the feeling of a tired body but an awake mind really left my thoughts and body confused. Its like my brain is in the south pole and my body is in the north. First night, I struggled for 7 hours to sleep, and at least only managed something close to 40 winks. Second night at TY's house, my already very tired</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/67500843517047192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/67500843517047192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#67500843517047192' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-8283389402944244396</id><published>2009-09-30T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T00:45:35.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How I wish I were a fly that a chameleon would swallow,A fish that a cat could eat, bone that dog may chew on.At least then, my existence would have served a purposeWhen studying don't yield the results which others reap from theirsI find myself asking, 'God, why like that?"Maybe, just maybe, God made me without study-discipline,so that i might learn it on earth.Maybe, only maybe, God made me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8283389402944244396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8283389402944244396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#8283389402944244396' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-5111004201761436282</id><published>2009-09-28T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:49:29.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprises of surprises, its my second post in 1 hr when i can forget about for the last 2 weeks. Yeah i was too preoccupied studying(or at least like to think so), so now since its my recess week, i thought i'll clock abit of entries. haha.Finally, its time for me to explore PhotoBooth. Its such a delight.See those green eyes? They turn green when i am thinking about my hometown in Mars.Lol, just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5111004201761436282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5111004201761436282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#5111004201761436282' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/SsCuXocE8LI/AAAAAAAAAaU/kE019HrpqqM/s72-c/Photo+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-3520099760620624358</id><published>2009-09-28T20:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:17:12.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There, cheers to the blogger team which finally make it seem as though my blogger's picture update icon is working. I shall henceforth introduce you all to.. my dear plants...Here's my chilli plant, the right one being the 3rd-borned, while the left one is the youngest-4th.Arent they pretty? I figured so.This is my second borned. The eldest is also like it. I think its because i transplanted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3520099760620624358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3520099760620624358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3520099760620624358' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/SsCn7C8xFKI/AAAAAAAAAZk/OB1mdRjtxfs/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-3591946556553598659</id><published>2009-09-14T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:36:32.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The chilli plants are growing quite fine now. Theres an average of like 6~7 leaves per plant, whichis rather healthy. They are all in the green of health. lol. My firstborn chilli plant and second born, which i had transplanted, dont seems to be growing as fast as the 3rd and the 4th. In fact, though the 3rd and 4th grew 1 week later, they are like rapidly catching up. Boy, i'm so gonna get a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3591946556553598659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3591946556553598659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3591946556553598659' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-3626986423820699634</id><published>2009-09-03T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:10:06.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, now to do a little update on my chilli plant.Just last week, when i thought that there would only be 1 chilli plant per 'can' of soil thingie i bought from taiwan, out grew 2 more, and they were both competing for sunlight and nutrients. So, over the weekend, i braved the heavy rain to go to a nursery near church to buy 2 more pots and some soil, along with some fertilizers. Thought that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3626986423820699634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3626986423820699634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_09_01_archive.html#3626986423820699634' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4246935943274377101</id><published>2009-08-24T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:02:33.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! Finally, after almost 2 long weeks, my chilli plant had finally shown its first leaves. I was seriously near the point of giving up on the plant, since the instruction manual said that it should sprout in 5 days, yet it took about 2 weeks for my case.We can easily translate this into the spiritual realm and use it as an analogy, and rightfully so, since Jesus had compared christians to seed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4246935943274377101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4246935943274377101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#4246935943274377101' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4946708089921378579</id><published>2009-08-21T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:39:57.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Due to one of the modules in school, I've been led to change my BSF from the monday class at Telok Ayer Methodist Church, to the class at Novena on tuesday. It's God's grace that the transfer was effected and within a week, i was allocated a class. Of course, this would mean that i had to leave my BSF group mates whom i had grown comfortable with, and start all over again in a new environtment. A</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4946708089921378579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4946708089921378579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#4946708089921378579' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2565140548625082363</id><published>2009-08-18T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:11:45.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TVM ( TV Mobile ) quote of the day: To conquer all fear is the beginning of wisdom.I was looking at the above quote and it looked uncomfortably familiar, which was when i realised that the second part was actually from the bible in the book of proverbs(if i'm not wrong), but the first part is reads differently. The bible actually says that 'The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom'.Its all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2565140548625082363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2565140548625082363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2565140548625082363' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2409651637698623272</id><published>2009-08-14T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T00:58:13.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uni have started, though not the tutorials. Bunking with a dear bro in Christ, Jem. He's majoring in maths and he showed me the following maths theory.Let   a = b    &lt;--- Equation 1  Hence, a2 = aba2 - b2 = ab - b2( a - b )( a + b ) = ( a - b ) ba + b = bHence, subbing Equation 1 into the above equation, we get the following;2b = band hence, 2 = 1So, my conclusion is, why study maths? hahaOn a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2409651637698623272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2409651637698623272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2409651637698623272' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2524085945710664895</id><published>2009-08-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T23:20:50.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NTU, here i come!!!! :(Oh, whats with the sad face?I'm being overwhelmed by a certain uncertainty. Looking at the list of things i have to lug to the hostel, i'm kinda apprehensive at how is Hall 7 gonna be a home away from home (though i was the one who asked for hall).I'm gonna miss my NEW kitchen, my NEW bed, the NEW table, the NEWly painted ceiling fans, the...... etc, and lastly, the NOT SO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2524085945710664895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2524085945710664895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2524085945710664895' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2419244631011694734</id><published>2009-08-03T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:05:12.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so, i'm here to attempt to make people think that i am trying to revive my blog, though i am not in the mood to blog. haha. Its been a sickening(pun intended) period, as it had also been a busy and overwhelming period. Spiritually, its like i just realised that i havent been getting a reception from up there since ages, even though i've been charging up daily(with very few exceptions).Not really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2419244631011694734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2419244631011694734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html#2419244631011694734' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-7608155396601338112</id><published>2009-07-20T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:38:25.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Man In the Mirror It was not been long ago when I last saw the man in the mirror.He was slimmer, a tad more good looking, and definately much more disciplined.That includes his exercise regime, his daily walk with God, and accountability.Time was at his disposal, and he enjoyed most good days which the Almighty had given him.He used to have this really o-biang black-framed army spectacles; oh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7608155396601338112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7608155396601338112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#7608155396601338112' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-8552921627441021479</id><published>2009-07-02T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:27:49.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On a more serious note, I'm here to jot down some of my processed thoughts.To date, I've lived 21 years and 3 months less 7 days. How have I been using this time, mentally? Besides the time when i am sleeping, doing work, struggling with various devious thoughts, i guess alot of time had been spent on thinking about my place with God.Not that it isnt good. It is good, thinking about my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8552921627441021479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8552921627441021479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8552921627441021479' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-7161592344826090107</id><published>2009-07-02T19:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:33:20.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looks like Taiyong is right when he tagged in the tagboard to tell me that it was cockroach genes which they were using. With the help of my computer whiz brother, i've managed to hack into the archives and looked into the project in which our friend was a human guinea pig. Managed to extract one interesting picture. Incidentally, the scientists in charge of this project actually came up with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7161592344826090107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7161592344826090107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#7161592344826090107' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/Skyn-ehEDjI/AAAAAAAAAY8/TK5CBdSEiTs/s72-c/Mutated+Jeshua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-5023425166591273386</id><published>2009-06-29T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T00:29:22.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back in Singapore at last. I'm not suppose to mention this, but for the sake of those who had been praying for my safety, i have to inform. In the last month, i have successfully passed Jeshua 2 of his shirts, and gone through a hastened commandos course in thailand. However, to keep all these training a secret, my commander had given us USD 5000 each to spend on food in 5 days, so that we will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5023425166591273386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5023425166591273386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html#5023425166591273386' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-5318795891298734116</id><published>2009-05-07T22:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:57:20.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time to wipe some cobwebs off my blog. wow, its been more than half a month since I typed and typed and typed and typed and typed.... ok i shall stop here for the time being.Was watching this movie just now and found it really interesting.Another excellent production by ALEX KENDRICK, better known as the director of 'FACING THE GIANTS'.The plot summary revolves around a fireman named Caleb(  &lt;-- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5318795891298734116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5318795891298734116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_05_01_archive.html#5318795891298734116' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-6647116313914734349</id><published>2009-04-16T01:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:11:13.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One thing i learn abt blogging is that, if you have nth better to blog, if you have nth better to say, then just dont say. Because, blogging, just like writing a song or even a master art piece, requires the 'mood' and the 'feel'. Without it, the post will probably be just blend, just like this post. The reason why i typed this post is because, i just feel like typing out a blog post. However, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6647116313914734349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6647116313914734349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#6647116313914734349' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-1006293057666842162</id><published>2009-04-13T15:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:33:16.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alrighty, for those who were not invited to the dinner at my place last wed, who did not heard my birthday speech. For your sake, I'm pasting the speech here, according to the actual script. Its very lengthy and wordy, but here goes: Hi my dear brothers and sisters in Christ. First, i have to thank you all for coming down for dinner. Hope the dinner was to your taste.  For the more obedient ones,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1006293057666842162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1006293057666842162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1006293057666842162' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-1193002552448952075</id><published>2009-04-02T01:28:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:11:29.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The HAMMOCK PARTY II PostAlright, this post as usual, took quite long to develope. Now, let me try to tell you the story while trying my best to recollect. Now, there was supposed to be 5 main people who were supposed to make it. Me, Taiyong, James, Jeshua and Lowell, but ended up only 4 turned up. For those who had read Taiyong's post about this, you should have known that the person who failed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1193002552448952075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1193002552448952075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#1193002552448952075' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/SdOofhNbWfI/AAAAAAAAAYE/feEbdCzX6SI/s72-c/nanny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4219633853306020068</id><published>2009-03-30T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:16:21.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This post will be one without pictures. Awww, BUT i'll tell u more about MY GOD. So, to those interested in internal bliss while living it out on earth, here goes...Last week mark the first week into me slacking physically, not any running at all except the IPPT on wed. Reason being, i had this flu bug which will evolve big time if i do not take care of my body. Right now, still having it, so i'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4219633853306020068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4219633853306020068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4219633853306020068' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-3854482184554747125</id><published>2009-03-27T17:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:17:40.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FISHING TRIP POSTOk, finally the long overdued post about my most recent yet not so recent fishing trip.So, early in the morning, we set off by walking to East Coast Park where we see this...(Walk from behind Parkway, turn left when you see the beach) To guide you, my dear readers, i've put in a simple map. Just follow the way(marked in red) and you will arrive at Pasir Ris Farmway 2 (marked with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3854482184554747125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3854482184554747125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#3854482184554747125' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/Scynp74RosI/AAAAAAAAAU0/8dchpl5oVBA/s72-c/pasir+ris+farmway2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-5625165158940489036</id><published>2009-03-04T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:29:29.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been going about my own relaxed life for the past 3 weeks. Indeed, its been a really really good time of rest, just the pure knowledge that i am not required to wake up early the next morning, this is just a revolutionary truth. Anyhow, I managed to spend quite abit of time with the Word. Man, I've never realised the beauty of Psalms even though I had read through it more than once. So, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5625165158940489036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5625165158940489036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#5625165158940489036' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4042094180016055011</id><published>2009-02-27T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:05:52.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SPOILER ALERT - NARUTO CHAPTER 437oH sick sick sick sick sick!!!!! My gosh. I so cant believe my eyes. They skipped the transformation of the 5th tail and jumped straight to the 6th tail!!!! oooohhh! (On a side note, this latest transformation looks like a hollow transformation in the bleach series, LOL). So naruto is now in 6 tails form!!! Oh Oh Oh, and the manga-fied confession of long hidden </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4042094180016055011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4042094180016055011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4042094180016055011' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-6745317066516827087</id><published>2009-02-25T00:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:22:22.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bon Voyage my BrotherAlrights, I finally got my butt down on the chair to type out this post. I've been rather reluctant to post because I've been doing alot of running here and there, packing here and there, and finally its almost night and I've got enough time to blog.So, Daniel Li left in Singapore to further his studies in Law in Australia. The date was 15 Feb 2009. Time was - Dinner Time. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6745317066516827087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6745317066516827087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6745317066516827087' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/SaQoiAvDP-I/AAAAAAAAASc/3-hA_ZafMjM/s72-c/n677737063_1926922_888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-3669211244791247813</id><published>2009-02-17T22:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:13:45.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend TrekkingSpent the Valentine's day morning trekking. Ok, before you get any idea that this is a love triangle/ square/ pentagon/ hexagon/ octogon.... WRONG. The reason and sole sole reason why its on the 14th of Feb is its a saturday, and also the day before Daniel Li leave us to go down under for a study of Law lasting 7 years. So you see, Daniel Li was supposed to join us, but as you can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3669211244791247813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3669211244791247813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3669211244791247813' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/SZrPZSqvdAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/2joDt6Xva6A/s72-c/2009_0214cny09andtreking0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-1797850001402462829</id><published>2009-02-13T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:41:07.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ORDinary citizen at last.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1797850001402462829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1797850001402462829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#1797850001402462829' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4595513306472198520</id><published>2009-02-04T21:01:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T18:52:53.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi dear Earthlings! you must be wonderring why my next post is already out so early. Thats because one week down the road, i might be trying to juggle between the 896172517 things i had been wanting to do but could not do so at the moment due to my national liabilities.Gong1 Xi3 Fa1 Cai2 For records purpose, non of us were tipping toe, nor were any of us bending down, right cheryl?Family. More </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4595513306472198520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4595513306472198520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#4595513306472198520' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/SYmb6LaSz1I/AAAAAAAAAOc/zLAohm1nomg/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-5937793758488190672</id><published>2009-01-26T14:30:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:45:53.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okays, my photos from the trip the Malaysia earlier in January. Hah. We (Me, Aaron, Daniel, Dad and Mom) drove all the way up to Malacca.Found Super-woman, Batman and Batgirl. They were standing there wasting time, instead of saving the world like they should have been. Maybe thats why the crime rates uped.And also, the handsome Lim Brothers found the fabled Giant Peach. Apparently, Roald Dahl </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5937793758488190672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5937793758488190672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5937793758488190672' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/SYWzihbmWoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/3bUyGVi2Kq4/s72-c/DSC01856.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-3322452054804959474</id><published>2009-01-20T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:39:07.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mind's my prison.Freedom in 14 working days, b4 being sacked joyfully and thankfully.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3322452054804959474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3322452054804959474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#3322452054804959474' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2860054881341082234</id><published>2009-01-18T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:49:33.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally back from a family trip to Malaysia. Will accompany with the photos soon.On a side note, me think that Naruto's new Sage Technique is way cool. Really hope the spoilers for the next episode aint true. ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2860054881341082234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2860054881341082234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#2860054881341082234' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4996607941062110627</id><published>2008-12-27T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:49:52.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Probably, focusing of many things is, exactly the same as not focusing, at all.As it is, I seriously only am one person with one mind. Maybe the meaning of 'Caleb' , since it means 'the devoted one', has another interpretation such that it reads, 'unable to multi-task'. Might not be a bad thing though. lol.Curent moment: 47 more days till ORD.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4996607941062110627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4996607941062110627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#4996607941062110627' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-8887494626401124484</id><published>2008-12-19T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:43:19.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeeeaaa, I'm not ashamed to say this, but I REALLY MISS MY YOUNGER BROTHER.The next time there's a mission trip, we should GO TOGETHER. The house is terribly quiet, and there is no one to laugh AT. LOL. jkjk.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8887494626401124484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8887494626401124484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8887494626401124484' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-8259639059653027079</id><published>2008-12-14T03:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:37:18.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just got back from my church Youth Camp. As Jiaen had brought to my conciousness, the camp high is not there already. Not that I care already abt the "Camp Highness" which accompanies each christian camp, though, primarily cos to my knowledge, God is with me whereever I go and that I do not have to go to a camp to draw close to Him and enjoy a close relationship with Him.Maybe also, I'm already</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8259639059653027079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8259639059653027079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8259639059653027079' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/SUQLsXsA-ZI/AAAAAAAAABQ/pi3G8DLmimM/s72-c/me.monkey!.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-3296187736694972465</id><published>2008-12-09T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:09:31.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, my first day back in office after taking a long leave, and I've attracted the attention of alot of females - mosquitos. Yup, just a fun fact, its actually only the female moquitos which will go around getting drunk on blood. Male mosquitos on the other hand, are generally herbivours and feed on plant nectar.Meal time for a male mosquito.^Just some updates on what had happened. The SU-COS </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3296187736694972465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3296187736694972465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3296187736694972465' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/SUQIB2JlcEI/AAAAAAAAABI/6O5ZDc2horc/s72-c/Male+mosquito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-8687202180559068993</id><published>2008-12-08T09:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:56:56.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Updated.(as requested of by Taiyong and Andrea Lim)Congrats to Annabel too. hah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8687202180559068993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8687202180559068993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8687202180559068993' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-1826383669055240193</id><published>2008-11-28T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:42:40.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to Ong Shi Ting, who had is now the first p6 who had stumbled on this blog! Haha. Welcome. Of course, this blog was initially not meant for you guys, but i knew sumone would sooner or later find it out, so i kinda catered it for you all. haha. Welcome once again.Anyways, you might notice i do not have any links on my blog, partially cos i'm lazy to add, but also cos of security </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1826383669055240193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1826383669055240193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1826383669055240193' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2492876113295824424</id><published>2008-11-16T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:19:53.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What will you do if someone published an essay, wholly dedicated to put you down?The normal reaction from a mild temperate being would be to let the wildfire of anger burn immediately without being quenched, to write back in retaliation until the last drop of ink on earth had been used up. If only it could be done this way. As the world continues to be observed, few can challenge the notion that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2492876113295824424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2492876113295824424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#2492876113295824424' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-1376865147998087217</id><published>2008-11-04T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:10:50.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been quite happening last week. My unit went to out for a cohesion activity visiting farms. Yes, farms as in Hay Diaries Goat Farm, Fish Farm, Veggie Farm.The tour guide for the day was this guy whom we addressed as 'Uncle William'. Talked non stop (i guess you have to have this talent if u wanna be a guide) and i was amazed that even after 30 minutes into the trip from Base to Yio Chu Kang, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1376865147998087217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1376865147998087217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1376865147998087217' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rVzo9MiKEE4/SSA3UpsyKMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/X7R3AxozV-U/s72-c/081029_103904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-987894513036383291</id><published>2008-10-27T16:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:42:58.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>27th today. 2 more days till Taiyong's touchdown to homebase. Its been a long long time...Now, for the highlights of the past week1) Had an X-ray of my lungs at Aerospace Medical Centre. Can you believe it? Singapore Technologies even has the Medical wing. Got a 2 days MC at 4.30pm that day, which effectively means only 1 day of rest. Just for latest updates, i havent recovered from this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/987894513036383291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/987894513036383291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#987894513036383291' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4419801174916435977</id><published>2008-10-20T13:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:47:23.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heartbreak.First time in a long while i've added a title to my blog post. Emo, emo, emo. Heart-wrenching indeed, and its been like that since saturday. To make it worse, this emo thing feels like its gonna last a long long time, and this is definately not the last time i will feel so. How now, brown cow?Sigh, its like this everytime i think about this batch of Primary Six-esrs, ever since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4419801174916435977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4419801174916435977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#4419801174916435977' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-5233643003378408794</id><published>2008-10-14T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:26:10.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been on MC from yesterday till today. Some serious coughing translates to some serious resting at home. Lots of sleeping and now, i'm half as fit as a fiddle.I'm quite glad to announce that i've officially joined the I-Read-The-Whole-Bible-Within-One-Year club. Its been on my mind to do it for the past few years before i finally settled down and started during the SAFSA Track And Field </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5233643003378408794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5233643003378408794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#5233643003378408794' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-1949403141278606557</id><published>2008-10-07T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:29:30.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, 2nd last day of PSLE for those who do not take higher mothertongue. 3 days ago marked the last session of the weekly tuition which few of the p6 sunday school teachers had organised in a joint effort. Indeed, I've been greatly blessed by being part of this ministry. Teaching a classroom lesson had never been my forte, but i do love these kids. I'm glad to be working with Lowell, Angela, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1949403141278606557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1949403141278606557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#1949403141278606557' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-3918699496567892316</id><published>2008-10-06T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:17:26.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bro Tian Ming was sharing about his insights on Psalms 23 yesterday during service. I thought it was very apt, the message. For certain reasons recently, i've been forced to look back at my walk with God. If possible, i would really liked to put on sackclothes and sprinkle some dust on my head to mourn. Mourn, because the spiritual platform i am standing now is much shakier and further away from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3918699496567892316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3918699496567892316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#3918699496567892316' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-7932158968907592151</id><published>2008-10-01T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:35:29.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spent Sunday late morning till about 3 plus in the afternoon in the zoo. Thought that it was pretty much revamped from the zoo i used to know. And the best part was, our class has the best student to teacher ratio; 1 is to 3. 1 student, 3 teachers. Oh well, on a self consoling note, i'm glad most of them are trying/being forced to opt out of this children's day trip so that they can /attempt to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7932158968907592151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7932158968907592151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7932158968907592151' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-6840907724562330678</id><published>2008-09-26T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:37:48.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Everything is possible with God. Dont let your mind get in the way."Such a phrase is very common sense in church, though it really sounds wierd to me. Since the creator created us with brains to think, how come its this 'thinking' that stumbles most. Well, its interesting nontheless.I must say that getting my Class 3 driver's license on the first attempt was really beyond me. Toally impossible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6840907724562330678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6840907724562330678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6840907724562330678' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-1628077692401257779</id><published>2008-09-14T15:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T16:12:08.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I praise You O God of Heaven and EarthFor only You deserve all praiseAll creation was made from unfanthomable depth of Your wisdomBoth living and non-living things alikeWhat are we humans, that you have even considered and cared for usTo even shed Thy Holy Son's blood to redeem us from our supposed destinyWhen I think of the goodness of JesusAnd all He has done for meMy soul cries out "I'm not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1628077692401257779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1628077692401257779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#1628077692401257779' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-8194325894926019518</id><published>2008-08-25T11:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T11:09:54.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=8616c1559ab4221b3910have a look at this!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8194325894926019518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8194325894926019518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#8194325894926019518' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-5177882381652166621</id><published>2008-08-22T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:59:16.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those interested in hearing out the 2 presidencial candidates for America - John McCain and Barack Obama - with Pastor Dr. Rick Warren (Author of Best-seller "Purpose Driven Life") as the moderator. Both men were put through the same sets of questions and the answers that were given either tells how prepared they came with answers, or how sincere they are in answering the questions. Have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5177882381652166621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/5177882381652166621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#5177882381652166621' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-6574153983820840105</id><published>2008-08-19T09:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:33:22.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was watching the olympics women table tennis team event finals. Lol. Total trashing. And the english commentator, was totally being a joker. Haha.Fast forward one day later and it was in the news after Singapore's defeat in the finals; "Singapore wins Silver". How ironic. Its the wont be the same if Phelps get the silver for one of his events. It would probably read, "Phelps losses the Gold", </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6574153983820840105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6574153983820840105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#6574153983820840105' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-555217847317106327</id><published>2008-08-04T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:23:45.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'Peace' and 'Justice' are indeed a wierd couple. Most people would think that justice should be present before peace can be served. However, there are just some odd cases whereby there has to be peace before justice can even start to take root. Such senario, we should simply wait and let God. Right, God?FOP was a blast. Its the 22nd one and this year's invited band consists of the Hillsongs Band </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/555217847317106327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/555217847317106327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#555217847317106327' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-3330744319540248222</id><published>2008-07-28T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T13:53:23.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was reading a devotional material and i found a quote from the late Mother Teresa; "In this life we cannot do great things. We can only do small things with great love."Pondered upon it and thought, how true. But however, if ever there were any great things being done around the world for the poor, than it will only be the outcome of the combination of all small things done with great love. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3330744319540248222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3330744319540248222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3330744319540248222' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-6800459406574721527</id><published>2008-07-22T11:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T11:27:59.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wonder, whats it like being blind like Uncle Paul. Yes, I would be deprieved of seeing the colours of the world, but like him, I want to be more attuned to the colours in a person's life. I'm sure that people like him, people who are blind but never stop seeking God, are more able to see the world in its actual hue.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6800459406574721527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6800459406574721527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#6800459406574721527' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-7169500126389187769</id><published>2008-07-16T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:30:34.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6 months just flew past like that. Aunty's back in Netherlands. Wonder if i can really go there next year. I desperately need a sponsor. God, please dun look away, its you! Haha.London. Hai, so far. On a side note, i do hope Arshavic ends up in Arsenal, though i havent been watching 'em play.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7169500126389187769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7169500126389187769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#7169500126389187769' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4874444552110875093</id><published>2008-07-04T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:07:58.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awww. I'm so sad this week. Dint get to see my dear Josiah, though i did get to see my other cute little kids. Josiah is down with an on-off fever for the few days starting from sat, and Johnmiah is in hospital cos of migraine. Kinda miss them... hai...And, i think i wont want to work in an office environment next time. It dosent suit me. Dealing with the paperwork, and trying desperately to hang</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4874444552110875093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4874444552110875093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#4874444552110875093' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-996949583170178157</id><published>2008-05-19T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:04:47.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Came back from my younger cousin[sophia] birthday chalet yesterday. I could only say that, cousins are good to be exploited, like how she used me and aaron as chef and BBQ fire starter respectively. Yeah, my cooking aint really that good, but i was trying this new thing, lol. Its Taupok with egg toufu between(cant find fish paste). Its crispy yes, but kinda not sweet like fish paste. Ended up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/996949583170178157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/996949583170178157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_05_01_archive.html#996949583170178157' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-8674849219923491182</id><published>2008-04-20T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T00:59:25.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a small town, a person decided to open up a brothel, which was right opposite to a church. The church &amp; its congregation started a campaign to block the brothel from opening with petitions and prayed daily against his business.Work progressed. However, when it was almost complete and was about to open a few days later, a strong lightning struck the brothel and it was burnt to the ground.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8674849219923491182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8674849219923491182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_04_01_archive.html#8674849219923491182' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2082031069962985298</id><published>2008-03-11T11:48:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:17:50.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Road Less TroddenAdapted from Robert Frost's 'The Road Not Taken' Two roads faded on an island changed,And sorry I could not recover bothBut like one reminiscer, stood on a stageAnd looked down one, so full of vivid imageOf where the hordes of dark menance loathe. Then glanced't the other, as just as fair,And choosing perhaps the better claim,Because it was a building and needed wear;And a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2082031069962985298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2082031069962985298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#2082031069962985298' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-3266824430650564439</id><published>2008-02-18T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:36:59.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh its been a long time since i last cleared the cobwebs on this blog... hahahaAnyway, CQ course has officially ended, and thank God i a finally back in camp. New year's gone and passed, so had chinese new year and valentine's day - which i had hoped my bosses would have given half day but didnt, and i have contracted this deadly phobia of motor vehicles, esp long distance riding. Must be the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3266824430650564439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/3266824430650564439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#3266824430650564439' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-1955320199336781724</id><published>2007-12-26T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:28:30.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>270 Queenstreet01-189mei chin road blk 15891 bencoolen streetsunshine plaza first floor1 telok kurau stall 3The centralB1-30</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1955320199336781724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1955320199336781724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#1955320199336781724' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-7780440730471206057</id><published>2007-12-15T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T09:09:53.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" ...surely, a touch of liberality would do no harm. " " ...the kingdom of God is not a democracy. The lord never seeks re election. there's no discussion, no deliberation, no referendum as to which road to take. There's one right, one wrong, one absolute ruler. " " A dictator u mean. " " Aye, but it would have been one loving dictator. " " So much for you freedom of choice. " "You've still got a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7780440730471206057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/7780440730471206057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#7780440730471206057' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-8188044420411605693</id><published>2007-11-30T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T18:34:54.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>人算不如天(神)算Totally and fanta-bulously screwed by you, my trusted mate.Look, this is what happens when u hunger after something which is not your sole reason for existence.And the most testing thing is that, i still have to be there for this mate because of obligations.Good in a sense... Testing grounds...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8188044420411605693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8188044420411605693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#8188044420411605693' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2696336121359343105</id><published>2007-11-10T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T12:31:49.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Holding on to God, its never a bad move. What an exciting roller coaster, of ups and downs, and near heart attack moments.  Cant say i am appreciating this, but i am being exposed to a whole new spectrum of thoughts and, best of all, i know i am gonna pull through.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2696336121359343105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2696336121359343105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#2696336121359343105' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-1457135876736934652</id><published>2007-11-03T04:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T05:03:39.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>because the wealthy have another set of problems...Now when I've gotten such a physically slackening posting, i've decided at the spur of the moment that i should pick up blading all over again. Yes, i still have my blades, and i still have the same feet size, so i did not think i will be having any problems.Not that easy, i realised.Maybe i was a little too ambitious.Thats why when i was at home</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1457135876736934652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/1457135876736934652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html#1457135876736934652' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2899841687166882556</id><published>2007-10-14T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:43:02.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love oldies cos of the story they tell. Lol.Michael Learns To Rock - 25 Minutes After some time I’ve finally made up my mindShe is the girl and I really want to make her mineI’m searching everywhere to find her againTo tell her I love herAnd I’m sorry ’bout the things I’ve doneI find her standing in front of the churchThe only place in town where I didn’t searchShe looks so happy in her wedding</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2899841687166882556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2899841687166882556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2899841687166882556' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4983625657543657126</id><published>2007-09-17T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T16:09:45.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey cherished ones, just want to share sth with u guys. For those studyin for 'A's or Uni, just take some time to watch this powerful clip recorded at some life perfomance of our all so typical life.http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5&amp;page=1&amp;viewtype=&amp;category=mvoh yes, for thsoe who tagged, nice to have u dropping by, AND YOU JOYCE JIE!!!! lol. can gimme your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4983625657543657126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4983625657543657126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#4983625657543657126' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-360000024002456572</id><published>2007-09-05T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T13:06:04.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Getting my butt into business really taught me alot, and even now, i am still being educated. To relate it to church and christianity also helped me alot in increasing and expanding my understandings and perspectives. Now, its not just about logics and theories. Its about experience.Emotionally wise, it is a challenge to keep it down. I shall stop talking about the christian viewpoint for this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/360000024002456572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/360000024002456572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html#360000024002456572' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-8384396900723265714</id><published>2007-07-29T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T01:37:44.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OOC-ed already.For a long time, this ship had been on stormy seas; her captain refusing to steer the rudder for he too, was at his wits' end. He had lost his compass. 'A little while longer', he loved to say. Now, things seems desperate.'All hands on the deck!', he calls at last, with anxiety in his voice. It is his final chance of ever making out of this storm alive. He know this, as water </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8384396900723265714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8384396900723265714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8384396900723265714' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2043514217865560545</id><published>2007-06-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:31:47.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so SISPEC it is.Ever wondered why God do not punish pastors with seemingly warped doctrine? Punish them by like, destroying their fellowship, making their roof fall down on their head, or even making them vomit and shit at the same time. Sometimes, i hear people discussing about certain churches regarding their, somewhat, bad practices and their incorrect interpretation of the bible. Overtime, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2043514217865560545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2043514217865560545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2043514217865560545' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2554359050867054492</id><published>2007-06-18T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:18:49.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At last, i am a private in that organisation.oh well. Kinda miss talking to joelong the moment we hung up. And tim1 msged the next day cos of *erhem*, sth interesting, lol, secret. And the kestrel man before me, and of course handsome chaos. ok now up to this point of typing, i am starting to miss them even more. There's sth special abt guys' fellowship i guess. Maybe because we talk abt army </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2554359050867054492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2554359050867054492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2554359050867054492' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-2531740033804587680</id><published>2007-06-08T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T02:20:09.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So there i was, knocking desperately on one side of the pale green door, so anxious to get to the other side... and it was 1.00 am in the morning. The dreaded thought of spending one bookout night sleeping outside my door, it jsut filled my mind. Suddenly, a thought came into my mind, " If u had already tahan the field camp, what is sleeping on nice hard tiled floor?".OK, firstly, its my bookout </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2531740033804587680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/2531740033804587680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2531740033804587680' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-4002693243912032346</id><published>2007-06-01T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T19:30:29.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long weekend, this totally rocks.SmileS.  :DNow, the burning question is, WHITE OR GREY?i love white, but white will turn to grey soon, so i might as well buy it grey right? grrr. sialah.Its realli nice meetin up with the sfc people yesterday eating a very expensive lunch, namely, tim pris vonn chaos joel jem jayce jan daniel nic. Very gossippy for once. Nevermind, cos i kinda felt better after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4002693243912032346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/4002693243912032346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#4002693243912032346' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-6123528948044748934</id><published>2007-04-30T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:56:45.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank God the 2 weeks of confinment in Tekong is finally over, which means i get to sleep more and also, 7 more weeks to POP! haha. Dont think i am allowed to say anymore about army unless i wanna go detention barracks, lol. Anyway, the food, lodgings and commanders have been very nice(this is written in case the canteen aunty wearing spaghetti strips or any of my commanders come to visit my blog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6123528948044748934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/6123528948044748934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#6123528948044748934' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6189777.post-8803321637252485641</id><published>2007-04-12T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T02:19:56.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in about 36 hours' time, i'll be off to pasir ris, on my way to tekong. Away from here, outside the reach of civilian affairs. Bye to the incessant naggings and the unwelcomed conversations. Farewell too, to my life and comfort, as well as my pink identification card.i think i might just like being there. A part of me just cant wait to start life as a soldier. There is the other part though. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8803321637252485641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6189777/posts/default/8803321637252485641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lzycaleb.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8803321637252485641' title=''/><author><name>caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15411624507038265663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
