<?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-8284554520572752804</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:02:31.375+08:00</updated><category term='devotion'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Chinese New Year'/><category term='Annoucement'/><title type='text'>Every(other)day with Molecule</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VvWzcaqt64/SR092BJhsnI/AAAAAAAAAjc/746PouAoqkQ/S220/haji-74.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-3585607163209407641</id><published>2011-02-20T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T01:14:17.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consider thy ways - Haggai 1:5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(120, 56, 150); font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  &gt;&lt;span &gt;The Paradox of our Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;b&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers.&lt;br /&gt;Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;We spend more, but  have less.&lt;br /&gt;We buy more, but enjoy it less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have bigger houses and smaller families.&lt;br /&gt;More conveniences, but less time.&lt;br /&gt;We have more degrees, but less sense.&lt;br /&gt;More knowledge,  but less judgment.&lt;br /&gt;More experts, but more problems.&lt;br /&gt;More medicine, but less wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly,&lt;br /&gt;laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry too quickly,&lt;br /&gt;stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little,&lt;br /&gt;watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.&lt;br /&gt;We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. &lt;br /&gt;We've learned how to make a living, but not a life;&lt;br /&gt;We've added years to life, not life to years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;We've conquered outer space, but not inner space;&lt;br /&gt;We've done larger things, but not better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul.&lt;br /&gt;We've split the atom, but not our prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;We write more, but learn less;&lt;br /&gt;We plan more, but accomplish less;&lt;br /&gt;We've learned to rush, but not to wait;&lt;br /&gt;We have higher incomes, but lower morals;&lt;br /&gt;We have more food, but less appeasement;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've become long on quantity, but short on quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure,but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology can bring this letter to you,  and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or to just hit delete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Bob Moorehead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-3585607163209407641?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/3585607163209407641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2011/02/consider-thy-ways-haggai-15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/3585607163209407641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/3585607163209407641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2011/02/consider-thy-ways-haggai-15.html' title='Consider thy ways - Haggai 1:5'/><author><name>Can!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07562173424682783702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4n_PfudKoHQ/SWD2YBl2wcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PLmeqmqMDjY/S220/cancokenewdesignthai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-6074525791740300987</id><published>2010-01-13T10:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:21:04.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theme Song 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing is Impossible (Planetshakers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna live by what I see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not gonna live by what I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deep down I know that You're here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And i know that You can do anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chorus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Through You I can do anything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can do all things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause its You who gives me strength, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing is impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Through You blind eyes are open, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Strongholds are broken                                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am living by faith, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing is impossible  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridge:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe, I believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe, I believe in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Listen to it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmohQ4d-FLI"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmohQ4d-FLI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-6074525791740300987?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/6074525791740300987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2010/01/theme-song-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/6074525791740300987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/6074525791740300987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2010/01/theme-song-2010.html' title='Theme Song 2010'/><author><name>Matthias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334589499103897508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcUK58s_IME/SaH4cIcXFZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZZKldS_o65E/S220/_U0R8960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-1078026153727446165</id><published>2010-01-04T10:01:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T11:25:38.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fresh Start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcUK58s_IME/S0FMKnrfbKI/AAAAAAAAACI/BnNPBnKKSeo/s1600-h/One+Year+Bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422699171664587938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcUK58s_IME/S0FMKnrfbKI/AAAAAAAAACI/BnNPBnKKSeo/s320/One+Year+Bible.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Each new year always brings along new beginnings and an opportunity for us to make a &lt;strong&gt;fresh start&lt;/strong&gt; in different areas of our lives- relationships, career, quiet time etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to be very cynical about new year resolutions and "new beginnings" as they seem more driven by emotional hype than a genuine desire for lasting change. However, the start of this year feels a little different for me... it feels that God has deposited within me a new hope for the future and the ability to believe that things in my life &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; be different, things &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cynthia and I embarked on a new Bible reading programme for 2010, a new one year Bible that organises the entire Bible chronologically into 365 daily readings. I love the way the readings are organised! Makes everything flow so much more smoothly and logically (the NLT translation is superb for daily reading too!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422703252288211218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcUK58s_IME/S0FP4JL-iRI/AAAAAAAAACY/wCfAa4ELXaE/s320/Renewing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;On the sidelines, we are also doing a 90-day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Renewing your Spiritual Life" devotional as a supplement. Honestly not the most in-depth devotional on the market, but something easy to digest and with lessons on everyday christian living. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are hoping to blog our daily devotions &lt;strong&gt;over here&lt;/strong&gt; as often as we can, just in case some of you may be interested to give it a read when you are free. :) Do also feel free to blog your own quiet time too! We would love to find out what God has been speaking to all of us about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;As we begin the new year 2010, let us throw aside all cynicism and pessimism, believing that "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He who began a good work in you, will be faithul to complete it in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". This will be our best year yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-1078026153727446165?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/1078026153727446165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2010/01/fresh-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1078026153727446165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1078026153727446165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2010/01/fresh-start.html' title='A Fresh Start'/><author><name>Matthias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334589499103897508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcUK58s_IME/SaH4cIcXFZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZZKldS_o65E/S220/_U0R8960.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcUK58s_IME/S0FMKnrfbKI/AAAAAAAAACI/BnNPBnKKSeo/s72-c/One+Year+Bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-7089678539879080017</id><published>2009-09-08T15:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:15:38.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Up up and away...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcUK58s_IME/SqYJvUJh9lI/AAAAAAAAABc/r-iIXc62C9c/s1600-h/UP"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378997513407821394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcUK58s_IME/SqYJvUJh9lI/AAAAAAAAABc/r-iIXc62C9c/s320/UP" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I recently started on a draft for this entry, but when I logged in again, it somehow disappeared. Anyway, decided to start again from scratch though some of the inspiration has probably been lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;For those of you who have watched the show "UP" you will probably agree with me that it was truly a hilarious and &lt;strong&gt;UP&lt;/strong&gt;lifting (could not resist it) movie. For the benefit of those who did not catch the movie, it was about a lovely couple, Carl &amp;amp; Ellie, who grew up with dreams of one day becoming great explorers to search for undiscovered exotic lands. One destination they were especially fond of was a place called "Paradise Falls", a cliff overlooking a magnificent waterfall. They dreamed of one day finding and building their dream home at paradise falls itself. However, as they both started to get caught up with the busyness of life, getting married, buying a house etc... their dreams of exploring the world, though not forgotten, began to fade into the background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just when it seemed that they were ready to embark on their adventure, life took an unexpected turn when Ellie, fell sick and died leaving Carl a sad and lonely man. After some years, when Carl was under threat of being evicted from his home, he decides to attach hundreds of colourful ballons to his house, to float away in search of Paradise Falls; an unfulfilled childhood dream that he and Ellie once shared. And so the adventure begins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must say that I was deeply touched by the movie. As I lay in bed that night, I thought of all the dreams that I had since I a young kid. Dreams of becoming a missionary, dreams of travelling the world, people I love.... I felt a tinge of sadness and fear. The fear of waking up one day old and foggy, realising that all I had left was a bag full of unfulfilled dreams, ambitions and neglected relationships. Many times it takes something drastic to rattle us before we come back to our senses and remember of all the things that are truly important to us. So often people only begin to purue the things that are close to their heart when they discover that they are dying of cancer or some other dreaded disease; I am so glad my mum managed to meet the people she loved and see the cherry blossoms in Japan (something she always dreamnt of) before she passed away; things that mattered to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;What will it take to move you to do the things that are close to your heart? What will it take before you decide to mend that broken relationship, go on that dream vacation, tell that someone that you love and appreciate her/him, forgive that someone whom have hurt you, do something radical for God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I pray that it will not take a crisis, like Carl, before we decide to &lt;strong&gt;grab onto all those &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;co&lt;/span&gt;lou&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;f&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; balloons&lt;/strong&gt; and live the life and dreams that God has placed in our hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope" Jer 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-7089678539879080017?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/7089678539879080017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/09/up-up-and-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/7089678539879080017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Molecules!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-od&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-ffers us His&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-utstanding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-evotion to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-ake us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-bedient &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-eady for a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-ew day with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-nspire others please, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-ever forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-od loves you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-5626461092998566994?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/5626461092998566994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-morning-molecules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/5626461092998566994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I thought, in this rain, I might not survive the usual 10 minutes walk from the MRT to school, so I detoured to the side of the road to flag a cab instead.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ambling along, came a brand new cab. Got in, gave my usual cheerful greetings to the cabbie and indicated my destination towards Jurong East.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He asked, "which way you want to go?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "TPE-SLE-BKE-PIE, exit Jurong Town Hall Road to Jurong East."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabbie said, "my customers told me KPE much better way"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "that is just going backwards and a much longer way"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabbie said, "anyway, I've already missed the turning for TPE, have to go KPE now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said, "wait a minute. why don't you make a U-turn and head back?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabbie mumbled and grumbled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the rest of the journey, cabbie would make presumptuous remarks and then retract them when I asked him about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually have quite meaningful conversations with cabbies but that morning was a drag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It then appeared to me that this guy hears but he doesn't listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't we all know how hard it is to keep a conversation with someone who doesn't listens but intent on only spewing out his own comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the rain poured, the road conditions slowed drastically. At each junction and turns, I would have to remind cabbie or else he would simply drive on nonchalantly. Each time I prompted him, he would reply with a standard, "is it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were finally on PIE and I thought I could perhaps steal a couple of winks to get ready for the day's teaching. To my horror when I opened my eyes, we were somewhere in Toh Tuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By this time I was really dismayed. Not only was the taxi meter ticking past $30. I am going to be late for class as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked cabbie why didn't he turn off at Jurong Town Hall road. to which, he again gave a stoic "is it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was fuming by then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to deliberately breathe deep and slow to calm myself down to rationalize my reactions to my emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I finally guided cabbie to the school, the meter stopped at $35, which was about all I had for the day. Great! No money left for even a drink of water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remembered stepping out of the cab feeling absolutely pissed and mad. What's wrong with this man? Can't he tell that I need to be on time for school? (which was why I took a cab in the first place) and why can't he even stop his cab nearer to where I wouldn't be drenched by the rain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so going to ruin my day if it hasn't already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I walked past the security post and waved to the guards, a ticker-tape like message flashed across my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gotta be joking. Rejoice? Over what? You should be glad I wasn't scowling. Rejoice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mulled over the flashing scriptures again, then it all made sense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WILL rejoice. It lies with my WILL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can choose to be angry and upset by the cabbie, or  I can be thankful that I arrive safely in the torrential storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be thankful that the rain has cooled down the temperatures so much that it is so much more pleasant and conducive to teach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be thankful that the route I took was the only route without any road accidents as were reported in the radio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be thankful that God loves me more than enough than to let me simmer in my frustrations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to be thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is amazing how when we choose to be thankful, there are so many things to be grateful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this shift in my paradigm, my steps shifted into a hop as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much so that when I stepped into class, I was practically skipping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, when you skip into class, the students notice. The atmosphere changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They quizzed me why I was feeling so happy that day. I told them the story of my horrible morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended up learning together that our lives are always affected by the choices we make. What seemed like a perfect excuse to be grouchy for a spoilt day can be the catalyst for an amazing experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I had a fantastic day. Even some teachers who sat in my sessions commented that they was very inspired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS is the day that the lord has made. WILL you rejoice and be glad in it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-1672803298967778388?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/1672803298967778388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-day-lord-has-made.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1672803298967778388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1672803298967778388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-day-lord-has-made.html' title='this is the day the Lord has made'/><author><name>Can!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07562173424682783702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4n_PfudKoHQ/SWD2YBl2wcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PLmeqmqMDjY/S220/cancokenewdesignthai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-25424970021113254</id><published>2009-05-18T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:00:19.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Realtionships 101"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Things That Men Should Do More/Less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Spend more quality time (give undivided attention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Share more of our feelings rather than just facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen/understand rather than just give solutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Give priority to each other; don't put things above people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to be more gentlemanly and romantic; chivalry is not dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Things That Women Should Do More/Less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Nag less - do not try to dictate everything that guys should/should not do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Be more logical and less emotional; especially when problems arise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Be supportive; make each other look good in public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Be specific with what you want; guys &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suck &lt;/span&gt;at guessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to be more secure; confidence is attractive&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-25424970021113254?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/25424970021113254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/05/realtionships-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/25424970021113254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/25424970021113254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/05/realtionships-101.html' title='&quot;Realtionships 101&quot;'/><author><name>Matthias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334589499103897508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcUK58s_IME/SaH4cIcXFZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZZKldS_o65E/S220/_U0R8960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-1479759431091193270</id><published>2009-05-18T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:58:36.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeking God's kingdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just a sharing from Kara... since Can! shared a nice story...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sun's message was a message in season for me... Pst Rick spoke abt how our &lt;strong&gt;past failure&lt;/strong&gt; can cause us to stay in a certain place and be afraid to tread forward... and also how our &lt;strong&gt;previous victories&lt;/strong&gt; can cause us to celebrate for too long that we don't move on to see future victories.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I started off full of energy and strength but as the battle continued, I find hope waivering. I shall learn to walk away from previous failures and take steps forward this week. I can, because &lt;strong&gt;God will move my mountains!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337100308143806546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VvWzcaqt64/ShEwc_2KGFI/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZplxPsXSfMo/s400/haji-17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I responded to the altar call, the minister gave this verse to me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 6:33 (New International Version)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How, Lord? How to seek... I can only do what I know how and wait upon Your response. Really need You to surprise me once again!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Coming onto &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my Big Day&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I remember a while ago, I thought to myself... In an average person's lifetime, he/she has only 2 open opportunities to share Christ with friends they care abt on a big scale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The first would be at their&lt;strong&gt; Wedding &lt;/strong&gt;where close friends would come, unguarded, with no tinted views that we're trying to preach something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The next event would be at their &lt;strong&gt;Funeral&lt;/strong&gt;, where pre-Christians friends get to hear the eulogy of how God has shaped the person's life and look back at the last words of the person... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I think my last words to all my friends would be: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"See &amp;amp; taste that the Lord is good..." you must get to know the Jesus that I know before you lie in the coffin like me now. HAH!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seeing more and more of my &lt;strong&gt;friends RSVPing on Facebook&lt;/strong&gt; that they're coming to my church wedding, I feel a sense of excitment! Not because I have beautiful photos or a lovely gown, but because I know it's an open opportunity for them to know Christ. I believe God will start sowing small seeds of love in their hearts as they join in the worship and witness in our matrimony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I've been inspired to continually look at the wedding as an evangelistic event. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's not just a Randy+Kara-day but the Lord's day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wanna dedicate that day to the Lord, and hope that people's perception abt Christians will change and they will be more open to Jesus through this event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pray along with me! That all my friends who step into the auditorium on 11th July will feel the love of God tugging at their hearts... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Looking forward to my Big Fat "Evengelistic" Event! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-1479759431091193270?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/1479759431091193270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/05/seeking-gods-kingdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1479759431091193270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1479759431091193270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/05/seeking-gods-kingdom.html' title='Seeking God&apos;s kingdom'/><author><name>Kara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VvWzcaqt64/SR092BJhsnI/AAAAAAAAAjc/746PouAoqkQ/S220/haji-74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VvWzcaqt64/ShEwc_2KGFI/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZplxPsXSfMo/s72-c/haji-17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-7065596567562140712</id><published>2009-05-16T13:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T13:40:04.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:iJ8DtHsCOanIgM:http://whipup.net/wp-content/images/money-soap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 101px;" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:iJ8DtHsCOanIgM:http://whipup.net/wp-content/images/money-soap.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whipup.net/wp-content/images/money-soap.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd share this story&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Amazing what a little soap will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Herman and his wife Lucy never miss church... They're never late and they are always there every Sunday and the same goes for weekly Bible Study too. You probably have seen a couple like this in your church. You may even be like them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Herman is the laid back type. A hard working man, close to retirement, and never one to complain. Lucy, on the other hand, is the gossiping busy body type. She doesn't have a paying job since Herman's income is pretty good, so she just makes it her business to keep up on everyone else's business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A young couple moved into the neighborhood, and Lucy invited them to their church. They have been going there for a few weeks now an&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 26px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;d seem like a pretty nice couple as far as everyone can tell. Besides, if they weren't nice, Lucy would have already told the whole town. She keeps a close eye on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;One morning while they are eating breakfast, Lucy happened to see the young woman outside hanging the wash out to dry. "Well! That laundry is not very clean", she exclaimed to Herman. "That silly girl doesn't even know how to wash correctly." she said as she was standing at her kitchen sink. "Perhaps she just needs better laundry soap." Said Herman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry, Lucy would make the same sort of degrading comments, and she even told a few of the other ladies in the women's Bible study group. Even though Lucy would have strong words of criticism most every day, she would never go over and offer her assistance. She would rather sit there in the comfort of her 'glass home' and throw stones at the neighbor. And every time it happened, ol' Herman would look on, but he would still remain silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 440px; height: 380px;" src="http://images.businessweek.com/ss/06/11/1122_glasshouse/image/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;About one month later, Lucy was surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and said to her husband: "Well what do you know, she finally learned how to do the darn laundry correctly! I wonder who taught her this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Herman said, "I don't know dear, but I got up a little early this morning and cleaned our windows."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And so it is with life. What we see when watching others depends on the purity of the window through which we look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Bible tells us to remove the beam from our eye when we tell our brother to remove the speck from his eye. (Luke 6:39-42) This doesn't mean we should not judge. We should. Judge a man by his fruit. It is good to know what not to do. But be sure that as you do this, you will also be judged in the same way. Can you handle it? Either way, it is impossible for us to judge what is on the inside of any man. That is something only God can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;line-height:20.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No matter what, we must love. It is easy to judge someone else, because we never judge ourselves on the same standard. We also never love someone the way God does, and the way He wants us to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Let us consider our ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-7065596567562140712?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/7065596567562140712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/05/thought-id-share-this-story-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/7065596567562140712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/7065596567562140712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/05/thought-id-share-this-story-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Can!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07562173424682783702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4n_PfudKoHQ/SWD2YBl2wcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PLmeqmqMDjY/S220/cancokenewdesignthai.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-6812939839556094132</id><published>2009-04-08T15:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:47:00.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Jesus Coming Back Soon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today at our office's weekly lunch time fellowship, an American&lt;/span&gt; couple who lives in Jersusalem came to share about their ministry in bringing reconciliation between the Jews and Christians. Much of the hatred that the Jews have against Christians stems from the fact that Hitler was a baptized and rather devout Roman Catholic since birth. As such, the association between the terrible massacre of the Jews, during the holocaust, and Christianity is still clear in the minds of the Jewish people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the sermon, the couple focused their sharing on "the signs of the times" (the indicators that signal the second coming of Christ); the developments in the middle east, the rebuilding of the temple etc. I was honestly quite cynical about the "signs" that they were enthusiastically sharing about as teachings about the Jesus' return has been preached throughout the decades. Will we really see Christ's return in our lifetime? Is it His second coming really that near?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sat there with my pride &amp;amp; cynicism, I truly felt convicted/rebuked by the Holy Spirit. It was as if the Lord was saying to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"it doesn't matter whether you know the exact day and time of my return, what bothers me is the condition of your heart. Do you even look forward (with anticipation) towards my return (longing to see me face-to-face) or are you totally unconcerned and indifferent about meeting with me when I return?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;How would you feel&lt;/span&gt; if you went away and your spouse or loved ones never once bothered/cared about when you will be coming home?  Painful isn't it. I believe that was how God feels when we are so caught up with our lives that we don't long for His return; in fact there are some Christians who even secretly wishes that He delays His return so that we can enjoy more of what this world has to offer. I am ashamed to say that at times, I am one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is Jesus coming back soon? Maybe a better question is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"does it even mattter to you"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-6812939839556094132?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/6812939839556094132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-jesus-coming-back-soon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/6812939839556094132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/6812939839556094132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-jesus-coming-back-soon.html' title='Is Jesus Coming Back Soon?'/><author><name>Matthias</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13334589499103897508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcUK58s_IME/SaH4cIcXFZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ZZKldS_o65E/S220/_U0R8960.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-7576730904452419982</id><published>2009-03-26T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T20:18:29.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have fun in KL!</title><content type='html'>Our cell blog has been so quiet! My gosh, nobody even blogs here! Hence i shall contribute since I'm bed-ridden and glued to the computer for this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all your emails on your itinerary for the KL trip this weekend, i'm feeling so excited for all of u!! Waiting at Golden Mile for coach, grabbing some rest (if any) and thinking abt what to do when the bus uncle shouts "Berjaya times Square" and u open your eyes... U will definitely have alot of fun!!!!!! All the karaoke-ing, eating and shopping! Wish I could be there too man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But well just for the record of why I'm not going:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm currently broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) saving 4 my photographic equipments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) saving for honeymoon(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's some of my recommendations of the to-dos when u get there (I'm sure many of u are probably even more well-acquainted with KL):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shopping:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Golden Triangle"&lt;/strong&gt; - Bukit Bintang area: Sungei Wang plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317449372169007234" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VvWzcaqt64/SctgB-tB8II/AAAAAAAABe8/IgrvmJBZdY0/s400/img_shopping8_03.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KLCC&lt;/strong&gt; - my malaysian friend once told me that there's a free tour that goes up to the bridge (connecting the 2 towers) at 10am.. worth a check...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mid Valley Mega Mall&lt;/strong&gt; (need to take a train, not within walking distance to your hotel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lot 10 -&lt;/strong&gt; Shop at Isetan (with brands like Mango, SEED etc in there) especially if they're having sale&lt;/p&gt;(Ladies - buy alot of shoes from local &lt;strong&gt;VNC&lt;/strong&gt;... they're much cheaper in KL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I say, don't bother with Chinatown. It's juz a mega pasar malam with fake replications)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My usual-eats:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Madam Kuan&lt;/strong&gt; - touted for their Nasi Padangs (abt S$10/serving) - available at KLCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;KFC&lt;/strong&gt; - But of coz our neighbour serves up better fried chicken than us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Kim Gary HK cafe&lt;/strong&gt; - Thick toasts, baked rice, yogurt drinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "&lt;strong&gt;CrystalJade" type eatery -&lt;/strong&gt; at the basement of Plaza Low Yat (u'll pass it if u walk from hotel to Bukit Bintang area)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;HK cafe opp Capitol Hotel&lt;/strong&gt; - serves nice + affordable noodles, has a chu(1) qian(2) yi(1) ding(1) cartoon mascott outside their cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to this list of recommendations when u guys come back k?! Have a good trip! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-7576730904452419982?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/7576730904452419982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-fun-in-kl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/7576730904452419982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/7576730904452419982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-fun-in-kl.html' title='Have fun in KL!'/><author><name>Kara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VvWzcaqt64/SR092BJhsnI/AAAAAAAAAjc/746PouAoqkQ/S220/haji-74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2VvWzcaqt64/SctgB-tB8II/AAAAAAAABe8/IgrvmJBZdY0/s72-c/img_shopping8_03.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-8814835363699877557</id><published>2009-03-16T01:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:24:52.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust God, Not Circumstances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/Sb1GTxcvpEI/AAAAAAAAACw/FiLR_-mr4J4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313480440872412226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 522px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/Sb1GTxcvpEI/AAAAAAAAACw/FiLR_-mr4J4/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/Sb1FjhW5v4I/AAAAAAAAACo/aYMYb--f9n4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/Sb1EygEwaMI/AAAAAAAAACg/3Lu-5Q3emzM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;“On another Sabbath Jesus went into the synagogue and was teaching, and a man was there whose right hand was shriveled. The Pharisees and the teachers of the law were looking for a reason to accuse Jesus, so they watched him closely to see if he would heal on the Sabbath. But Jesus knew what they were thinking and said to the man with the shriveled hand, "Get up and stand in front of everyone." So he got up and stood there. Then Jesus said to them, "I ask you, which is lawful on the Sabbath: to do good or to do evil, to save life or to destroy it?" He looked around at them all, and then said to the man, "Stretch out your hand." He did so, and his hand was completely restored. But the Pharisees were furious and began to discuss with one another what they might do to Jesus.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luke 6:6-13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s look closely at the man with the shrivelled hand. This was a deformity, something to be ashamed about. Maybe he kept it hidden in his cloak. Maybe he kept his hand behind his back. But it would have been something he was ashamed of. How did he feel about his hand? Was he angry with God and ask, “Why me?” Was he bitter? We don’t know. But we can guess something about this man’s walk with God from the fact that he was in the temple on Sabbath Day. At the right place, doing the right thing to honour the God he believed. Then imagine this. Jesus stops teaching and looks around. He looks at this man with the shrivelled hand and says “Get up and stand in front of everyone.” Oh, the embarrassment of this! Imagine – it is Sabbath, the synagogue is full and the Teacher asks you to stand up in front of everyone. Every eye is on you. How vulnerable the man must have felt. Then, something ‘worse’ happens. Jesus says “Stretch out your hand.” In full view of the whole synagogue. For everyone to see! That hand that he had probably kept hidden, that hand that was his source of sadness and anger and shame. Yet he obeyed and stretched that withered hand out for everyone to look at. Then the miracle happens. His withered, shrivelled hand is restored! Made whole again! Healed! That which caused him shame now healed in front of everyone and God’s glory revealed! The joy of that moment for this man – can words describe it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And what did it mean to me? It made me ask myself – what is my withered hand? What shame, guilt, sorrow, weakness am I keeping hidden? What am I being bitter, angry or sad about? And is my heart right with God despite it? God is asking me to trust Him. To stand up, ignore all other eyes, keep my eye only on Him and say “Here, Lord, this is my weakness. This is my shame. This is my worry, my burden.” God is asking me to trust Him with my vulnerability. To trust Him with my pain. To trust Him with my sadness and guilt. And He will heal gloriously. He will reveal His power in my weakness. Our God is awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-8814835363699877557?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/8814835363699877557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/03/trusting-god.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/8814835363699877557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/8814835363699877557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/03/trusting-god.html' title='Trust God, Not Circumstances'/><author><name>BuBBLeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807844926255438647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaLlRaSJNuI/AAAAAAAAABo/KMTlqQdAAnc/S220/egg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/Sb1GTxcvpEI/AAAAAAAAACw/FiLR_-mr4J4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-6343381331408213591</id><published>2009-03-16T01:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:50:27.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father, Hold My Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/Sb0-thFob_I/AAAAAAAAACY/-NY85_lxPUo/s1600-h/skd249051sdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313472087064080370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/Sb0-thFob_I/AAAAAAAAACY/-NY85_lxPUo/s320/skd249051sdc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A little girl and her father were crossing a narrow bridge. Afraid that the child might fall into the river, the father said, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the difference?" asked the puzzled father. "There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your hand and happen to stumble, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.... "In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond. Thank God that we have a Father who will never let us go. Even when we stumble and let go of His hand, His grip is sure and He never lets us go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-6343381331408213591?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/6343381331408213591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/03/father-hold-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/6343381331408213591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/6343381331408213591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/03/father-hold-my-hand.html' title='Father, Hold My Hand'/><author><name>BuBBLeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807844926255438647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaLlRaSJNuI/AAAAAAAAABo/KMTlqQdAAnc/S220/egg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/Sb0-thFob_I/AAAAAAAAACY/-NY85_lxPUo/s72-c/skd249051sdc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-6892731889780184992</id><published>2009-02-23T02:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:27:39.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Yellow Pages</title><content type='html'>Let your fingers do the walking &lt;a href="http://www.divinepeace.com/Yellow_Pages.html"&gt;http://www.divinepeace.com/Yellow_Pages.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-6892731889780184992?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/6892731889780184992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/gods-yellow-pages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/6892731889780184992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/6892731889780184992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/gods-yellow-pages.html' title='God&apos;s Yellow Pages'/><author><name>BuBBLeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807844926255438647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaLlRaSJNuI/AAAAAAAAABo/KMTlqQdAAnc/S220/egg.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-1639705563610377010</id><published>2009-02-23T01:37:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T01:53:55.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible Is Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha no this is not an Adidas ad... but maybe I should sell this to Adidas... earn some money to sponsor my children from there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well guys, go for whatever you wanna do because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING, NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When someone tells you that you can't do something...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305678954261604018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaGO5fEHZrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ABjQVrF9lvA/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Look around....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305679673790726930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaGPjXhOgxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8U4Bhlbg0Sk/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Consider all options....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305680670575036850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaGQdY1ICbI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZYbqXhNYQCo/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then GO for it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305682095195350802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaGRwT9E5xI/AAAAAAAAABM/_79dzwRackI/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Use all the things God gave you and be creative!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305683706384625042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaGTOGGiLZI/AAAAAAAAABU/kLT-BbdLg0k/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the end, you will succeed and prove them wrong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaGUnQL1IBI/AAAAAAAAABc/r8NfTLytW7U/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305685238099550226" style="WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaGUnQL1IBI/AAAAAAAAABc/r8NfTLytW7U/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So folks... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;remember... nothing is impossible if your heart is willing. For &lt;em&gt;I can do all things through Christ who give me strength (Philippians 4:11)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-1639705563610377010?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/1639705563610377010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/impossible-is-nothing.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1639705563610377010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1639705563610377010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/impossible-is-nothing.html' title='Impossible Is Nothing'/><author><name>BuBBLeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807844926255438647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaLlRaSJNuI/AAAAAAAAABo/KMTlqQdAAnc/S220/egg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaGO5fEHZrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ABjQVrF9lvA/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-7888540962550485258</id><published>2009-02-23T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:33:00.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotion'/><title type='text'>Will You Eat This Brownie?</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps, just to share something that I happen to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Two teenagers asked their father if they could go the theatre to watch a movie that all their friends had seen. After reading some reviews about the movie on the Internet, he denied their request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;"Aw dad, why not?" they complained. It is rated PG-13, and we're both older than thirteen!" Dad replied: "Because that movie contains nudity and portrays immorality as being normal and acceptable behavior." "But dad, those are just very small parts of the movie! That's what our friends who've seen it have told us.. The movie is two hours long and those scenes are just a few minutes of the total film! It's based on a true story and good triumphs over evil, and there are other redeeming themes like courage and self-sacrifice. Even the movie review websites say that!" "My answer is no, and that is my final answer. You are welcome to stay home tonight, invite some of your friends over, and watch one of the good videos we have in our home collection. But you will not go and watch that film. End of discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;"The two teenagers walked dejectedly into the family room and slumped down on the couch. As they sulked, they were surprised to hear the sounds of their father preparing something in the kitchen. They soon recognized the wonderful aroma of brownies baking in the oven, and one of the teenagers said to the other, "Dad must be feeling guilty, and now he's going to try to make it up to us with some fresh brownies. Maybe we can soften him with lots of praise when he brings them out to us and persuade him to let us go to that movie after all." The teens were not disappointed. Soon their father appeared with a plate of warm brownies, which he offered to his kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaGHKjb4RUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/REsF-bb2HqI/s1600-h/uncut-caramel-brownie.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305670451399771458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaGHKjb4RUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/REsF-bb2HqI/s320/uncut-caramel-brownie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;They each took one. Then their father said, "Before you eat, I want to tell you something: I love you both so much." The teenagers smiled at each other with knowing glances. Dad was softening. "That is why I've made these brownies with the very best ingredients. I've made them from scratch. Most of the ingredients are even organic. The best organic flour. The best free-range eggs. The best organic sugar. Premium vanilla and chocolate."The brownies looked mouth-watering, and the teens began to become a little impatient with their dad's long speech. "But I want to be perfectly honest with you. There is one ingredient I added that is not usually found in brownies. I got that ingredient from our own back yard. But you needn't worry, because I only added the tiniest bit of that ingredient to your brownies. The amount of the portion is practically insignificant. So go ahead, take a bite and let me know what you think."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;"Dad, would you mind telling us what that mystery ingredient is before we eat?" "Why? The portion I added was so small. Just a teaspoonful. You won't even taste it." "Come on, dad just tell us what that ingredient is." "Don't worry! It is organic, just like the other ingredients." "Dad!" "Well, OK, if you insist. That secret ingredient is fresh organic..dogpoop."Both teens instantly dropped their brownies back on the plate and began inspecting their fingers with horror. "DAD! Why did you do that? You've tortured us by making us smell those brownies cooking for the last half hour, and now you tell us that you added dog poop! We can't eat these brownies!" "Why not? The amount of dog poop is very small compared to the rest of the ingredients. It won't hurt you. It's been cooked right along with the other ingredients. You won't even taste it. It has the same consistency as the brownies. Go ahead and eat. "No, Dad...NEVER!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;"And that is the same reason I won't allow you to go watch that movie. You won't tolerate a little dog poop in your brownies, so why should you tolerate a little immorality in your movies? We pray that God will not lead us unto temptation, so how can we in good conscience entertain ourselves with something that will imprint a sinful image in our minds that will lead us into temptation long after we first see it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;What a good lesson about purity! Why do we tolerate any sin? On the day of the Passover, the Israelites were commanded to remove every bit of leaven from their homes. Sin is like leaven - a little bit leavens the whole lump (1Corinthians 5:6,7), faith and sin, don't mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daniel 12:3 says “ those who are wise will shine as bright as the sky, and those who turn many to righteousness will shine like stars forever."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-7888540962550485258?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/7888540962550485258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-you-eat-this-brownie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/7888540962550485258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/7888540962550485258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-you-eat-this-brownie.html' title='Will You Eat This Brownie?'/><author><name>BuBBLeS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11807844926255438647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaLlRaSJNuI/AAAAAAAAABo/KMTlqQdAAnc/S220/egg.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JTSQ27VM0cI/SaGHKjb4RUI/AAAAAAAAAAM/REsF-bb2HqI/s72-c/uncut-caramel-brownie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-4754353820902813310</id><published>2009-02-22T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T03:10:43.054+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Matthias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXXIgqaqNzI/SaAzH8AUZVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/80zaQ-B4jNA/s1600-h/Matthias.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXXIgqaqNzI/SaAzH8AUZVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/80zaQ-B4jNA/s320/Matthias.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305296572502009170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, Matthias did not have any particular big dreams. Perhaps the biggest thing is to be an international speaker for God. He was inspired by a video tape titled 'The Art Of Preaching' by City Harvest Church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthias shared how he used to record his own voice with some background worship music playing and pretended to invite alter calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In recent times, he has been thinking of life and death. He would like to widen his perspective and travel the world. Perhaps try more things as the world is so vast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-4754353820902813310?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/4754353820902813310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/matthias.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/4754353820902813310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/4754353820902813310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/matthias.html' title='Matthias'/><author><name>Atelier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905144798907828744</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/_GXXIgqaqNzI/SaAzH8AUZVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/80zaQ-B4jNA/s72-c/Matthias.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-8767561197440910696</id><published>2009-02-22T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:54:45.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Randy</title><content type='html'>From a young age, Randy had an interest in building a successful pet business. At a young age, an idea from an Aunt to breed hamsters for sale turned the light bulb on. He started breeding hamsters and selling them to the neighbourhood pet shop for $1 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy hopes to setup a proper pet shop selling only hamsters and all kinds of accessories one day. It will include a hamster orphanage too. The name of the shop will be called 'Hamster In The House'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXXIgqaqNzI/SaAxrugimmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Jg0HsJyGDuU/s1600-h/Randy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXXIgqaqNzI/SaAxrugimmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Jg0HsJyGDuU/s320/Randy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305294988331096674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A more distant dream is to invent a time machine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-8767561197440910696?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/8767561197440910696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/randy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/8767561197440910696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/8767561197440910696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/randy.html' title='Randy'/><author><name>Atelier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905144798907828744</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/_GXXIgqaqNzI/SaAxrugimmI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Jg0HsJyGDuU/s72-c/Randy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-4304741447586669951</id><published>2009-02-22T00:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:27:15.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Ezen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXXIgqaqNzI/SaAvd2Jp6JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyXH7d3lDMg/s1600-h/Ezen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305292550841165970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXXIgqaqNzI/SaAvd2Jp6JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyXH7d3lDMg/s320/Ezen.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ezen dreams of playing the drums one day although she feel's it will be quite an effort to coordinate her hands and feet. Matthias volunteered to enable her dreams this year. I guess we will be having a full band setup for cell worship soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of hands, Ezen shared that she is a very hands on person and not really good with words. Hence, her aspiration is to contribute financially to build a school in a third world country. She believes that donations of food and clothing are only helping and impact lives for a short moment. However, education impacts lives and enables people. She might adopt or sponser a few orphans too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hobby is to make jewellery and hope to set up a business one day. Another area of interest is to become a freelance makeup artist. Ezen also recalled a dream when she was in Junior College to become a physio therapist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-4304741447586669951?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/4304741447586669951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/ezen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/4304741447586669951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/4304741447586669951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/ezen.html' title='Ezen'/><author><name>Atelier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14905144798907828744</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/_GXXIgqaqNzI/SaAvd2Jp6JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oyXH7d3lDMg/s72-c/Ezen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-1062128608117145813</id><published>2009-02-10T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:47:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barber &amp; God</title><content type='html'>This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering that I have seen... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SZDqZxYoC-I/AAAAAAAAA8U/XEA3dqQ7aJk/s1600-h/barber.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300994489889328098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SZDqZxYoC-I/AAAAAAAAA8U/XEA3dqQ7aJk/s320/barber.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.&lt;br /&gt;As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;They talked about so many things and various subjects.&lt;br /&gt;When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:&lt;br /&gt;"I don't believe that God exists."&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people?&lt;br /&gt;Would there be abandoned children?&lt;br /&gt;If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things."&lt;br /&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.&lt;br /&gt;The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.&lt;br /&gt;Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard.&lt;br /&gt;He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:&lt;br /&gt;"You know what? Barbers do not exist."&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber.&lt;br /&gt;"I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"&lt;br /&gt;"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because&lt;br /&gt;if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me."&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist!&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help.&lt;br /&gt;That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-1062128608117145813?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/1062128608117145813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/barber-god.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1062128608117145813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1062128608117145813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/barber-god.html' title='The Barber &amp; God'/><author><name>Yyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/STVKmtQTHaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jhhUsi5AdEY/S220/whisk-101+test+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SZDqZxYoC-I/AAAAAAAAA8U/XEA3dqQ7aJk/s72-c/barber.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-5647435897763123720</id><published>2009-02-03T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:24:09.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese New Year'/><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Steamboat Dinner 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhZLR4798I/AAAAAAAAA30/rUduJqmqf-M/s1600-h/IMG_1562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhZLR4798I/AAAAAAAAA30/rUduJqmqf-M/s320/IMG_1562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298583011917035458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhbtMke8dI/AAAAAAAAA4c/8e_CBujB2Yw/s1600-h/IMG_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhbtMke8dI/AAAAAAAAA4c/8e_CBujB2Yw/s320/IMG_1568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298585793627877842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cost of Yu Sheng from Soup Restaurant = $18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cost of Steamboat Ingredients = $10/person&lt;br /&gt;Cost of broken Chopsticks = $2&lt;br /&gt;Cost of a unforgettable Chinese New Year gathering = Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhZrp4IksI/AAAAAAAAA38/Ae4fwveY5tY/s1600-h/IMG_1571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhZrp4IksI/AAAAAAAAA38/Ae4fwveY5tY/s400/IMG_1571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298583568111932098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhamT3B4OI/AAAAAAAAA4E/YKbxVyqcvwk/s1600-h/IMG_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhamT3B4OI/AAAAAAAAA4E/YKbxVyqcvwk/s320/IMG_1579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298584575814000866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhbFrWyZKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/K9RVXs8cgqw/s1600-h/IMG_1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhbFrWyZKI/AAAAAAAAA4M/K9RVXs8cgqw/s320/IMG_1584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298585114697163938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhbYV1oAZI/AAAAAAAAA4U/k_bekzCFi3I/s1600-h/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhbYV1oAZI/AAAAAAAAA4U/k_bekzCFi3I/s320/IMG_1585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298585435338441106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhcHwrDynI/AAAAAAAAA4k/5XErvQXqXKM/s1600-h/IMG_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhcHwrDynI/AAAAAAAAA4k/5XErvQXqXKM/s320/IMG_1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298586249995733618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhcaQxIzpI/AAAAAAAAA4s/TNMOG-cNvNE/s1600-h/IMG_1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhcaQxIzpI/AAAAAAAAA4s/TNMOG-cNvNE/s320/IMG_1591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298586567848808082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's start the soup boiling and grill heating up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhct3bAQfI/AAAAAAAAA40/fnFSfgYTHTI/s1600-h/IMG_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhct3bAQfI/AAAAAAAAA40/fnFSfgYTHTI/s400/IMG_1593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298586904642470386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw in the Ingredients!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhc8OxSPTI/AAAAAAAAA48/mDeITQxai3Y/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhc8OxSPTI/AAAAAAAAA48/mDeITQxai3Y/s400/IMG_1594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298587151428107570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYheMW6x2LI/AAAAAAAAA5U/tQGtTX2CYGc/s1600-h/IMG_1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYheMW6x2LI/AAAAAAAAA5U/tQGtTX2CYGc/s400/IMG_1602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298588528004946098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Featuring.....&lt;br /&gt;Jaime,&lt;br /&gt;Our Beloved Professional Prawn Shell Peeler (volunteered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhejGBPQuI/AAAAAAAAA5c/d3GpIWhhuzU/s1600-h/IMG_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhejGBPQuI/AAAAAAAAA5c/d3GpIWhhuzU/s320/IMG_1607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298588918605628130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...&lt;br /&gt;Our imported foreign talent, BBQist Gina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhe-RFSFjI/AAAAAAAAA5k/PA8VWbms4Kk/s1600-h/IMG_1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhe-RFSFjI/AAAAAAAAA5k/PA8VWbms4Kk/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298589385431848498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhfrGBy_kI/AAAAAAAAA50/eMWP_7GX0p8/s1600-h/IMG_1610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhfrGBy_kI/AAAAAAAAA50/eMWP_7GX0p8/s320/IMG_1610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298590155558551106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contented, tummy filled Molies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhf98bVFWI/AAAAAAAAA58/WMc1_GvvSc0/s1600-h/IMG_1613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhf98bVFWI/AAAAAAAAA58/WMc1_GvvSc0/s400/IMG_1613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298590479398802786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhgb1sUG7I/AAAAAAAAA6E/qrSN4avsVV0/s1600-h/IMG_1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhgb1sUG7I/AAAAAAAAA6E/qrSN4avsVV0/s400/IMG_1614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298590992987069362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-5647435897763123720?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/5647435897763123720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-year-steamboat-dinner-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/5647435897763123720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/5647435897763123720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/chinese-new-year-steamboat-dinner-2009.html' title='Chinese New Year Steamboat Dinner 2009'/><author><name>Yyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/STVKmtQTHaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jhhUsi5AdEY/S220/whisk-101+test+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SYhZLR4798I/AAAAAAAAA30/rUduJqmqf-M/s72-c/IMG_1562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-5735572207313456530</id><published>2009-02-03T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T00:07:08.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our wedding BLOG!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Our wedding blog is up! Feel free to visit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elevenjuly2009.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://elevenjuly2009.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-5735572207313456530?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/5735572207313456530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-wedding-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/5735572207313456530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/5735572207313456530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-wedding-blog.html' title='Our wedding BLOG!'/><author><name>Kara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VvWzcaqt64/SR092BJhsnI/AAAAAAAAAjc/746PouAoqkQ/S220/haji-74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-1553102578562147818</id><published>2009-01-27T17:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:40:35.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By the Way...</title><content type='html'>The link to Randy Pausch's Last Lecture,&lt;em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo"&gt;Really Acheiving Your Childhood Dreams&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;if you guys haven't watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-1553102578562147818?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/1553102578562147818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/by-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1553102578562147818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1553102578562147818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/by-way.html' title='By the Way...'/><author><name>Jam i.e.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_19xkw0NQG2g/SUY3SaVRfWI/AAAAAAAAACc/eobx-2r_D2c/S220/fries.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-7246333309313033427</id><published>2009-01-24T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T00:41:29.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotion'/><title type='text'>Devo sharing - WHY NOT?</title><content type='html'>Hey! Would like to share a simple devotion that struck me as I did my Quiet Time with God this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times people, when encountering a difficult situation or battling some issues with God, ask this question: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY GOD, WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I discovered today, the question was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHY NOT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why not go through the painful situation? Why not battle that I-dunno-what-I’m-doing-here-anymore thoughts in your head? Why not go through pain so that we can learn from pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times we’ve heard people say that God puts us through situations/problems to mould us and shape us. It’s as though that’s the BIG excuse we give God when He doesn’t answer our prayers the way we want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I do believe that God has placed obstacles in my life to help me learn and strengthen me. And my devotion today helped me see how true it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATTHEW 26:47-56&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus Arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 47While he was still speaking, Judas, one of the Twelve, arrived. With him was a large crowd armed with swords and clubs, sent from the chief priests and the elders of the people. 48Now the betrayer had arranged a signal with them: "The one I kiss is the man; arrest him." 49Going at once to Jesus, Judas said, "Greetings, Rabbi!" and kissed him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;50Jesus replied, "Friend, do what you came for."[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="See footnote a" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matthew" target="_blank" version="'31#fen-NIV-24102a"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;] Then the men stepped forward, seized Jesus and arrested him. 51With that, one of Jesus' companions reached for his sword, drew it out and struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; 52"Put your sword back in its place," Jesus said to him, "for all who draw the sword will die by the sword. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;53Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and he will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels? 54But how then would the Scriptures be fulfilled that say it must happen in this way?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 55At that time Jesus said to the crowd, "Am I leading a rebellion, that you have come out with swords and clubs to capture me? Every day I sat in the temple courts teaching, and you did not arrest me. 56But this has all taken place that the writings of the prophets might be fulfilled." Then all the disciples deserted him and fled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the above verse, Jesus knew he was going to be arrested and go through the crucifixion. And die that way so that He may redeem us. He knew that if He called on His Father, supernatural things could possibly take place to rescue Him out of that situation.&lt;br /&gt;However, He didn’t do that. Becoz He knew that was not the purpose God has intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we battle problems, sometimes we hope and pray for something supernatural to happen. When it doesn't, we question God. Coz we do not know what God’s purpose for us is. And the difference between Jesus and us, is that He knew. His purpose was to “take up the cross”and go through the pain knowing that it was for the greater good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have the perspective that God does have a purpose (maybe not as death-defining as Jesus’s) for whatever we’re going through, it would help us to see situations the way Jesus saw His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea guys, chin up, look up, and know that there’s always a rhyme &amp;amp; reason for things happening in our lives (good &amp;amp; bad). It’s a lesson of trust and knowing our purpose to walk the off-beaten road with the Teacher who doesn’t just teaches in classroom settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little reflection from me... Happy Lunar New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-7246333309313033427?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/7246333309313033427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/devo-sharing-why-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/7246333309313033427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/7246333309313033427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/devo-sharing-why-not.html' title='Devo sharing - WHY NOT?'/><author><name>Kara</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2VvWzcaqt64/SR092BJhsnI/AAAAAAAAAjc/746PouAoqkQ/S220/haji-74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-3984726328568361958</id><published>2009-01-17T23:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:21:41.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Dreams by Molecule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"When we are dreaming alone it is only a dream. When we are dreaming with others, it is the beginning of reality."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matthias sent out an email to Prep all of us for a "Show and tell" Session. Everyone is suppose to bring something that represents our dreams for the future.&lt;br /&gt;He believes that this year is a year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;where we take each other  towards our life's dream. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are going to enable the dreams of  others!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Each of us were given some time to share.&lt;br /&gt;refer to the below listings for each of our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theme song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Rxto9ECNKM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Rxto9ECNKM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=Rxto9ECNKM"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=Rxto9ECNKM"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=Rxto9ECNKM"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=Rxto9ECNKM"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/Rxto9ECNKM/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" href="http://www.imeem.com/people/rijOeH/music/3NLrTYeI/a_land_before_time_theme_if_we_hold_on_together/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we hold on together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont lose your way&lt;br /&gt;With each passing day&lt;br /&gt;Youve come so far&lt;br /&gt;Dont throw it away&lt;br /&gt;Live believing&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are for weaving&lt;br /&gt;Wonders are waiting to start&lt;br /&gt;Live your story&lt;br /&gt;Faith, hope &amp;amp; glory&lt;br /&gt;Hold to the truth in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Must learn how to bend&lt;br /&gt;Seek out a star&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the end&lt;br /&gt;Valley, mountain&lt;br /&gt;There is a fountain&lt;br /&gt;Washes our tears all away&lt;br /&gt;Words are swaying&lt;br /&gt;Somebody is praying&lt;br /&gt;Please let us come home to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are out there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Well dream about the sun&lt;br /&gt;In the dark well feel the light&lt;br /&gt;Warm our hearts, everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;As high as souls can fly&lt;br /&gt;The clouds roll by&lt;br /&gt;For you and i&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-3984726328568361958?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/3984726328568361958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-molecule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/3984726328568361958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/3984726328568361958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-molecule.html' title='Dreams by Molecule'/><author><name>Yyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/STVKmtQTHaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jhhUsi5AdEY/S220/whisk-101+test+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-5540109407217775636</id><published>2009-01-17T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:18:25.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Dreams by Ken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, he was often bullied. His friends would punch him in the face and whack him like a sandbag, however, Ken retaliated not by giving them back a taste of his fists. Instead, Ken would go to a fruit shop and purchase a few ice Popsicles (also known as "Seng Bao") and hand it to them in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIWkTXFU_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/yjmXRsFDZYQ/s1600-h/ice+popsicles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIWkTXFU_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/yjmXRsFDZYQ/s200/ice+popsicles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292317325041947634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken has a character of kindness and love since young. He bares not grudges but returns it with love rather than pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIWqDFY6tI/AAAAAAAAAuU/zFO7LvuChcQ/s1600-h/ice+pop+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 95px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIWqDFY6tI/AAAAAAAAAuU/zFO7LvuChcQ/s200/ice+pop+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292317423751981778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;His dream is harnessed from his character, to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;give&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to the people around him, to be a tangible help by reaching into their emotional needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hopes to have a Large house on a ranch, with plenty of space and even horses! A place where people can go over the weekends, to hang-out, share and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a host and create a comfortable environment where Man can open-up emotionally and speak freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIW7dv6bOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/gvVvQt9pR-o/s1600-h/hydeaway-ranch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIW7dv6bOI/AAAAAAAAAuc/gvVvQt9pR-o/s400/hydeaway-ranch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292317722967436514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-5540109407217775636?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/5540109407217775636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-ken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/5540109407217775636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/5540109407217775636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-ken.html' title='Dreams by Ken'/><author><name>Yyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/STVKmtQTHaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jhhUsi5AdEY/S220/whisk-101+test+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIWkTXFU_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/yjmXRsFDZYQ/s72-c/ice+popsicles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-4203824716185131637</id><published>2009-01-17T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:18:10.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Dreams by Li-En</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li-En&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From past to present, Li-En yearns to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Missionary&lt;/span&gt;. She had been inspired by her parents and an anecdote from a young child in the Precious Moments Bible exclaiming "Hey! I want to be a Missionary!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIfSEmrBwI/AAAAAAAAAus/zAHKR5JemsI/s1600-h/precious-angels-bible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIfSEmrBwI/AAAAAAAAAus/zAHKR5JemsI/s200/precious-angels-bible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292326907447805698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Travelling to various countries to do Missionary work with *preferably* her Spouse.&lt;br /&gt;She hopes to achieve the below with her mission work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- work with Children&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXNIIyKEFyI/AAAAAAAAAwM/o_NHItJ4o6E/s1600-h/east+timor+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXNIIyKEFyI/AAAAAAAAAwM/o_NHItJ4o6E/s200/east+timor+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292653302830602018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;the unlovable (outcast/poor &amp;amp; needy)&lt;br /&gt;- Start an International Student School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her 1st steps to achieving her dreams is by:&lt;br /&gt;- Learning to love the little children, to have a inbuilt passion for them&lt;br /&gt;- Aim to start opening her house to host gatherings in 2009 to steer her to her direction of starting an International Student School&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-4203824716185131637?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/4203824716185131637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-li-en.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/4203824716185131637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/4203824716185131637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-li-en.html' title='Dreams by Li-En'/><author><name>Yyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/STVKmtQTHaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jhhUsi5AdEY/S220/whisk-101+test+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIfSEmrBwI/AAAAAAAAAus/zAHKR5JemsI/s72-c/precious-angels-bible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-7548878818983874625</id><published>2009-01-17T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:22:35.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Dreams by Lee Ling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lee Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a quiet child, she longs for an enclosed area where she can have her privacy. She imagines being high up in a tree house made of timber and with hanging ropes to elevate her between the levels. To have a exclusive feeling of being able to see the activity below her but no one being able to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIlwVVKHPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/zW6aKV2Q-gI/s1600-h/treehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIlwVVKHPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/zW6aKV2Q-gI/s320/treehouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292334024403590386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has 2 Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;1 -&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;to have a Tree House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;o be a Baker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a curious kid as well, she would watch the Baking process of a cake for the exterior Oven glass. Seeing the flour mixture rise from a liquid mass to a fluffy airy cake amazes her like Magic~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXImaX0sk1I/AAAAAAAAAu8/ajEu9Wx8CgE/s1600-h/cheesecake_in_oven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXImaX0sk1I/AAAAAAAAAu8/ajEu9Wx8CgE/s320/cheesecake_in_oven.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292334746627248978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She hopes to start off by continuing and advance in learning baking. In the near future when she gets sick of her current architecture job, she will set up a Baking school. The Baking School will be decked in Miniature furnitures and be a place to inspire kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-7548878818983874625?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/7548878818983874625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-lee-ling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/7548878818983874625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/7548878818983874625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-lee-ling.html' title='Dreams by Lee Ling'/><author><name>Yyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/STVKmtQTHaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jhhUsi5AdEY/S220/whisk-101+test+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIlwVVKHPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/zW6aKV2Q-gI/s72-c/treehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-6797563789264406580</id><published>2009-01-17T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:21:02.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Dreams by Kara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXNHimch7gI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Ys6J7ZLkFYM/s1600-h/IMG_0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXNHimch7gI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Ys6J7ZLkFYM/s200/IMG_0789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292652646851800578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dreams to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Portraiture Photographer&lt;/span&gt; and adding Sugar to the dream would be her having a Studio in her own home.&lt;br /&gt;Quoting &amp;amp; unquoting from a top-notch photographer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People say that "Seeing is Believing" but to me, i believe that "Believing is Seeing".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara feels that this applies to dreams as well.  If you believe you dream will come true, you will See it coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wants to have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shelte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;r Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where people with estrange problems or relationships can stay temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXSMOgYKcZI/AAAAAAAAAw0/rwR68CN2t4w/s1600-h/shelter+hime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXSMOgYKcZI/AAAAAAAAAw0/rwR68CN2t4w/s320/shelter+hime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293009642904514962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To set up a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;m&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;Ministry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in church to supports the preacher by re-enforcing his message to the congregation through short skits, and also as a training ground for people .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIwUG8_GCI/AAAAAAAAAvU/oCf2H_w_SjQ/s1600-h/logo_drama_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXIwUG8_GCI/AAAAAAAAAvU/oCf2H_w_SjQ/s200/logo_drama_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292345634135676962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-6797563789264406580?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/6797563789264406580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-kara.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/6797563789264406580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/6797563789264406580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-kara.html' title='Dreams by Kara'/><author><name>Yyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/STVKmtQTHaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jhhUsi5AdEY/S220/whisk-101+test+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXNHimch7gI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Ys6J7ZLkFYM/s72-c/IMG_0789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-3642475377458149108</id><published>2009-01-17T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:23:37.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Dreams by Jaime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the listings in her Lifelist would be to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;adopt a Panda&lt;/span&gt; and name it  小 明.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXNECvB3AxI/AAAAAAAAAvk/bxa9hx4Qfew/s1600-h/panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXNECvB3AxI/AAAAAAAAAvk/bxa9hx4Qfew/s200/panda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292648800865157906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This dream is actually adopted from her initial dream of being a Gynae, as the wonders on how a baby is formed and delivered fascinates her. She was amused and amazed by this as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also hopes to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;write a Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; titled "who  动 my Ham?!" (who touch my cockles?!") &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXNEs0fqz9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/PfyykqmOazU/s1600-h/cockles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXNEs0fqz9I/AAAAAAAAAv0/PfyykqmOazU/s320/cockles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292649523886870482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- The not so typical Singapore success story of a girl with PHD.&lt;br /&gt;It would be a humor book citing little anecdotes of her life and her food recipes.  Food intrigues her  as  eatting is an experience which engages all  her senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dreams Anecdote would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"some people wait for things to happen, some people Make it happen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-3642475377458149108?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/3642475377458149108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-jaime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/3642475377458149108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/3642475377458149108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-jaime.html' title='Dreams by Jaime'/><author><name>Yyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/STVKmtQTHaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jhhUsi5AdEY/S220/whisk-101+test+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXNECvB3AxI/AAAAAAAAAvk/bxa9hx4Qfew/s72-c/panda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-8023281653124007286</id><published>2009-01-17T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:26:00.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Dreams by Adeline</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXNGUDV0ZyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/K_LGz6gMy1A/s1600-h/sheepdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXNGUDV0ZyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/K_LGz6gMy1A/s320/sheepdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292651297398613794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A Sheepdog:&lt;br /&gt;- Abides by its duty in tending and rounding the strays to keep them safe.&lt;br /&gt;- Is loyal and in 1 vision with the Shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline wants to inculcate the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;character and the ministry of a Sheepdog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in her life.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to work hand in hand with the Shepherd, Lord Jesus to go after the lost and emotionally wounded people who are needing to find rest in a safe place. To restore and reinstate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXSIFMFZvuI/AAAAAAAAAwU/jcmvTqRvLV4/s1600-h/jesus_sheep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXSIFMFZvuI/AAAAAAAAAwU/jcmvTqRvLV4/s200/jesus_sheep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293005084791783138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her main personal dream which will channel her into the other works she want to establish in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If given a chance, she would love to travel to New Zealand and study how a sheepdog herds sheep. It would be a refreshing experience for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shared one of her childhood encounters which striked her and is etched deeply into her memory.&lt;br /&gt;In Pre-school times, it was a routine for little Adeline to wait for the bus with her Grandmother. One day, a flight stewardess approached her with a bundle of goodies saying "Here, I just returned from London".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXSIaUB08HI/AAAAAAAAAwc/6YJHtp61fAg/s1600-h/candies+in+a+bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXSIaUB08HI/AAAAAAAAAwc/6YJHtp61fAg/s200/candies+in+a+bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293005447701524594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This experience of being noticed and being able to receive a Gift from a complete stranger strike little Adeline.&lt;br /&gt;Even now, as Little Adeline had grown up and matured into a Lady, she still holds on strong to this sweet encounter of being able to receive something unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;She hopes to bring this blessed feeling onto people who are hurt and wounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Dream would be to set up a huge building compound where people can have their gatherings and fellowship in the main block. She describes the building as having various rooms with different Themes and settings. The main block will be for the guests, whilst the extension block will be her cosy home with Ken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her overall goal in her life is to be a useful person on a whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-8023281653124007286?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/8023281653124007286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-adeline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/8023281653124007286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/8023281653124007286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreams-by-adeline.html' title='Dreams by Adeline'/><author><name>Yyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/STVKmtQTHaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jhhUsi5AdEY/S220/whisk-101+test+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SXNGUDV0ZyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/K_LGz6gMy1A/s72-c/sheepdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-5527385471909285098</id><published>2009-01-16T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:38:48.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in memory of Uncle Sank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Yesterday, Uncle Sank passed away. (Uncle Sank is the first staff of Singapore Campus Crusade).&lt;br /&gt;He was 82 and it was time to go home. While i am sad to say goodbye, i also stand inspired and encouraged by him. He taught us not by great speeches or many scoldings, but by his humble and gentle ways, quietly modeling for us dedication, perseverance and faith. He lived a long life of faithfully serving God, he was doing CP long before us (knocking on doors and sharing the gospel), and recently, while in his 70's, he started a evangelistic website to help people around the world about Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to interview him for an magazine article last month, and i am amazed at the privilege, of just hearing his life, his story.. and seeing God's loving hand so clearly. you know, when i asked him how God first called him, he teared as he related his story. the experience was so seared into his heart, that it was as fresh as yesterday. and that simple fire, deep passion and dedication for God has stayed with him all his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in today's obituary for Uncle Sank, they printed a verse from "I'd rather have Jesus". As i looked at the words of the hymn, i knew they embodied the drive of his life.&lt;br /&gt;i was touched by the words and the commentary i found after that, because it reminded me of the cost of following Jesus. and yet what cost is that... if i lose nothing of value, and gain the one most valuable thing in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lovers make better workers than workers do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below i've attached the lyrics and a short commentary of the song "I'd Rather have Jesus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="f"   style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’d Rather Have Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be His than have riches untold;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather have Jesus than houses or lands,&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be led by His nail pierced hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Than to be a king of a vast domain&lt;br /&gt;Or be held in sin’s dread sway,&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather have Jesus than anything&lt;br /&gt;This world affords today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather have Jesus than men’s applause;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be faithful to His dear cause;&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather have Jesus than world-wide fame,&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather be true to His holy name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s fairer than lilies of rarest bloom;&lt;br /&gt;He’s sweeter than honey from out of the comb;&lt;br /&gt;He’s all that my hungering spirit needs,&lt;br /&gt;I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span class="f"   style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This hymn is about dedication and commitment. To follow after Jesus is costly. &lt;a linkindex="24" href="http://www.allaboutgod.com/truth/matthew-16.htm#24" target="_blank"&gt;Matthew 16:24-26&lt;/a&gt; says: “Then Jesus said to his disciples, ‘If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will find it. What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul?’” I’d rather have Jesus than silver or gold. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a linkindex="25" href="http://www.allaboutgod.com/truth/philippians-1.htm#21" target="_blank"&gt;Philippians 1:21&lt;/a&gt; reminds us: “For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.” I’d rather have Jesus and let Him lead. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a linkindex="26" href="http://www.allaboutgod.com/truth/philippians-3.htm#8" target="_blank"&gt;Philippians 3:8&lt;/a&gt; says, “What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ.” I’d rather have Jesus than world-wide fame, I’d rather be true to His holy name. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-5527385471909285098?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/5527385471909285098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-memory-of-uncle-sank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/5527385471909285098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/5527385471909285098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-memory-of-uncle-sank.html' title='in memory of Uncle Sank'/><author><name>Dinky</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-1748600462142539029</id><published>2009-01-08T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:00:01.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God spoke to me through Tyra Banks</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="blogbody" width="100%" border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;i was on the way home and the tyra banks talkshow was on TV mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it caught my attention... coz they were talking about sex on the show! haha... actually what was going on was that tyra had 4 ladies as her guests, and they were talking about the issues they had- about not wanting to have sex. heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what really caught my attention was this.. heart-wrenching really: A pretty lady was talking about how she wouldn't let husband touch her, because she just felt too ugly.&lt;br /&gt;and i was sitting there looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;She's really got a pretty, sweet face. She's a mom to 2 cute kids. She had a husband who really loved her. but she felt she was so ugly, and she hated herself so000 much, that she wouldn't let her husband touch her.&lt;br /&gt;Then what she said next hit me hard.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"my husband tells me i'm beautiful everyday, but i don't believe him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't accept all of herself, because she focused on the flaws she had. stretch marks from pregnancy and scars from the C-section she had. that's all. but it made her feel so ugly, that the pretty lady couldn't see that there was more to her than the scars on her belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hit home, because while i sat there disbelievingly, i realize that i do that to myself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that i am unlovable, or maybe not so special.. because... i haven't been pursued by a man i would love. i was just thinking that on the way home, feeling a little down and a little disappointed that so many of my friends were getting married, and i haven't had someone special pursuing me. (okok i know.. forgive me.. i was having my own little pity party there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well God broke in on my pity party.&lt;br /&gt;"you're a pretty amazing girl, you know that."&lt;br /&gt;(haha.. He really did tell me that!)&lt;br /&gt;"you're special to me, that's why I'm jealously guarding your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God tells me i'm beautiful everyday, but i don't believe Him. i begin looking in the mirror, scrutizing my flaws and lamenting what i don't have. And i feel ugly and lousy because i don't have what i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;i should have. worse still... i was looking for my identity and esteem from man's affirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bish*&lt;br /&gt;and i realized i was no different from the pretty lady on the tv show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i going to let the Lover of my soul love me? or am i going to push Him away because i feel too ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the talkshow, the lady's husband was crying backstage as she shared her struggle and what she felt about herself. i wonder how God feels when i feel lousy and unlovable, though He loves me so so much, and did everything possible to let me know that! am i saying that His love is not sufficient for me? oh man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.. No more pity-party! i want to walk in freedom, i want to walk in the truth of who i am.&lt;br /&gt;and i need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choose &lt;/span&gt;to walk in that truth.&lt;br /&gt;God's truth. God's daughter. God's beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which mirror are you looking in today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the mirror the world holds up, telling you that who you are is determined by what you do? Your career, your leadership positions, your martial status, or your good deeds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the mirror of God's word, which tells you that who you are is determined by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whose &lt;/span&gt;you are? That you are loved, bought with a precious price, and created for a special purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="bookmark-description"&gt;For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="bookmark-description"&gt;Psalms 139:13-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-1748600462142539029?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/1748600462142539029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-spoke-to-me-through-tyra-banks.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1748600462142539029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/1748600462142539029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-spoke-to-me-through-tyra-banks.html' title='God spoke to me through Tyra Banks'/><author><name>Dinky</name><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-6098512239531353383</id><published>2009-01-05T22:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T03:42:52.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints of my everyday life.. With GOD carrying me on his Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let me be one of the first to share/start the blog rolling ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Most of you know that i have my Blog called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://footprints-of-everydaylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;"Foot-prints of everyday life"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;admittedly, i don't read the bible much. However, i always remember this story about foot-prints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This story left a deep impression in my heart... and this is how it goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SWIdX1x1_NI/AAAAAAAAAo0/TqFKj2no-DA/s1600-h/footprints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SWIdX1x1_NI/AAAAAAAAAo0/TqFKj2no-DA/s320/footprints.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287821207896718546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;One night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Scenes from his life flashed across the sky and he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand, one belonging to him and the other to the Lord. When the last scene of his life had flashed before him, he recalled that at the lowest and saddest times of his life there was only one set of footprints. Dismayed, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;he asked, "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you'd walk with me all the way. I don't understand why, when I needed you most, you would leave me."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The Lord replied, "My precious child. I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering when you saw only one set of footprints. That was when I carried you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;well, i may not be able to recite verses from the back of my palm or share very devotional materials. However, 1 thing i know is that no matter what, i will never forget that God is always there for me and he carries me on that sandy path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm a simple person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my faith = equals to the constant reminder that God is always there to be my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Past few days ago, i fell really hard. I questioned God and was daring enough at that moment to reprimand him and challenged him to appear right before my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yes, as the Neville story goes where the prison door did not flung open, same goes for me that God did not appear before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That night when i went Crazy and lost myself, i thought that i would stay that way and that God would abandon me as i had doubted him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;However, amazingly, God just let me weep in his shoulders till i was too tired.. I had a very sound sleep.. woke up next day as my usual self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yes, i still cannot forget the incident on the scar that had inflicted been inflicted onto me,and it still haunts me. But, when i read back my blog on the above story about the "footprints"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;God reminded me that HE IS ALWAYS THERE.. Carrying me... even though i may not see... It gives me the strength to carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Yyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-6098512239531353383?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/6098512239531353383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/footprints-of-my-everyday-life-with-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/6098512239531353383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/6098512239531353383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/footprints-of-my-everyday-life-with-god.html' title='Footprints of my everyday life.. With GOD carrying me on his Back'/><author><name>Yyn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/STVKmtQTHaI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jhhUsi5AdEY/S220/whisk-101+test+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XbG5y0V-uM/SWIdX1x1_NI/AAAAAAAAAo0/TqFKj2no-DA/s72-c/footprints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8284554520572752804.post-2418374749435819496</id><published>2009-01-04T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T00:01:33.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoucement'/><title type='text'>Hello Molecule!</title><content type='html'>A shout out to all the atoms of Molecule! Howdy do? While having lunch with Ken, Addy, Cynthia and Li-en just now, Ken suggested that we have an inspirational and devotional site to share out thoughts and journey with God with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I present to you - &lt;em&gt;Every(other)day with Molecule.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me how we got the name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can still change the name and the &lt;em&gt;spiritual vitamin&lt;/em&gt; concept, cos you know, there are only a few things in my head: food, drugs, brains and rats. The more talented and artisitc people, like the one with a photoblog, can do more to enhance the blog. I like it white and plain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please email &lt;a href="mailto:angseokting@gmail.com"&gt;angseokting@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; if you want to be part of the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I declare again: 2009 is gonna be a year of history making. And we are all history in the making :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8284554520572752804-2418374749435819496?l=everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/feeds/2418374749435819496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-molecule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/2418374749435819496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8284554520572752804/posts/default/2418374749435819496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyotherdaywithmolecule.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-molecule.html' title='Hello Molecule!'/><author><name>Jam i.e.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_19xkw0NQG2g/SUY3SaVRfWI/AAAAAAAAACc/eobx-2r_D2c/S220/fries.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
