<?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-3080210676678519340</id><updated>2012-01-15T13:12:32.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Raise My Ebenezer</title><subtitle type='html'>Literally speaking, an Ebenezer is a "stone of help," or a reminder of God’s Real, Holy Presence and Divine aid. 
~ Dr. Gregory S. Neal.
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Reflections will help me remember how great &amp; mighty our Lord is.
&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-123906987674229934</id><published>2010-09-06T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:04:49.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lives</title><content type='html'>Lock-and-key hypothesis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or issit really supposed to be induced-fit instead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-123906987674229934?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/123906987674229934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=123906987674229934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Prestige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-6414462226327180464?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6414462226327180464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=6414462226327180464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/6414462226327180464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/6414462226327180464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2010/06/maturity.html' title='Maturity'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-1009889574444155070</id><published>2010-05-21T10:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:08:25.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Daily Prayer</title><content type='html'>Lord, let me live from day to day&lt;br /&gt;In such a self-forgetful way&lt;br /&gt;That  even when I kneel to pray&lt;br /&gt;A prayer for others, I will say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Meigs (modified)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-1009889574444155070?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-3303534462739427262</id><published>2010-02-24T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T15:00:31.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Has Come</title><content type='html'>Delta delta alpha yankee hotel hotel oscar uniform romeo is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I surrender all to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-3303534462739427262?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/3303534462739427262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=3303534462739427262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/3303534462739427262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/3303534462739427262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-has-come.html' title='The Time Has Come'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-1956311418003909316</id><published>2010-02-08T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:40:54.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Might Be You</title><content type='html'>It Might Be You - by Stephen Bishop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time, I've been passing time watching trains go by &lt;br /&gt;All of my life &lt;br /&gt;Lying on the sand watching seabirds fly &lt;br /&gt;Wishing there could be someone &lt;br /&gt;Waiting home for me   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something's telling me it might be you &lt;br /&gt;It's telling me it might be you &lt;br /&gt;All of my life   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking back as lovers go walking past &lt;br /&gt;All of my life &lt;br /&gt;Wondering how they met and what makes it last &lt;br /&gt;If I  found the place would I recognize the face   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Something's telling me it might be you &lt;br /&gt;It's telling me it might be you &lt;br /&gt;So many quiet walks to take &lt;br /&gt;So many dreams to wake and there's so much love to make   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think we�re gonna need some time &lt;br /&gt;Maybe all we need is time &lt;br /&gt;And it's telling me it might be you &lt;br /&gt;All of my life   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been saving love songs and lullabies &lt;br /&gt;And there's so much more &lt;br /&gt;No one's ever heard before &lt;br /&gt;Something's telling me it might be you &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's telling me it must be you and &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling it'll just be you &lt;br /&gt;All of my life &lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you I've been waiting for all of my life &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's you Maybe it's you I've been waiting for all of my life.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-1956311418003909316?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/1956311418003909316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=1956311418003909316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/1956311418003909316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/1956311418003909316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-might-be-you.html' title='It Might Be You'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-7268223900075293548</id><published>2009-12-05T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:06:07.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crash and Burn&lt;/span&gt; - From the album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Affirmation&lt;/span&gt; by Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a moment please to tame your wild wild heart&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to find relief and people can be so cold&lt;br /&gt;When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;br /&gt;If you jump I'll break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And a loyal friend is hard to find&lt;br /&gt;You're caught in a one way street&lt;br /&gt;With the monsters in your head&lt;br /&gt;When hopes and dreams are far away and&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you can't face the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;br /&gt;If you jump I'll break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there has always been heartache and pain&lt;br /&gt;And when it's over you'll breathe again&lt;br /&gt;You'll breath again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;And the world has turned its back on you&lt;br /&gt;Give me a moment please&lt;br /&gt;To tame your wild wild heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one you call&lt;br /&gt;If you jump I'll break your fall&lt;br /&gt;Lift you up and fly away with you into the night&lt;br /&gt;If you need to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;I can mend a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;If you need to crash then crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-7268223900075293548?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7268223900075293548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=7268223900075293548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/7268223900075293548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/7268223900075293548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/12/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and Burn'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-1979842181295713779</id><published>2009-11-14T14:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:36:00.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"The Rose" - by Bette Midler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Covers by LeAnn Rhimes / Westlife  are nicer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some say love it is a river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That drowns the tender reed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some say love it is a razor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That leaves your soul to bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some say love it is a hunger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;An endless, aching need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I say love it is a flower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you it's only seed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the heart afraid of breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That never learns to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the dream afraid of waking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That never takes the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the one who won't be taken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who cannot seem to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the soul afraid of dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;That never learns to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the night has been too lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the road has been too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you think that love is only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;For the lucky and the strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just remember in the winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Far beneath the bitter snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lies the seed that with the sun's love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the spring, becomes the rose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kudos to Simon and Nick having this drilled in my head ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-1979842181295713779?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/1979842181295713779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=1979842181295713779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/1979842181295713779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/1979842181295713779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/11/rose.html' title='The Rose'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-3651307128597824210</id><published>2009-11-13T11:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:23:41.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking in the Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ephesians 2:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-29240"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt 5:13-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-23248"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted? it is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. &lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-23249"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-23250"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-23251"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 5:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-26705"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Output &lt; Input...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it leads to... weight gain OR... Constipation :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you "spiritually-constipated" today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-3651307128597824210?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/3651307128597824210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=3651307128597824210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/3651307128597824210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/3651307128597824210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-in-light.html' title='Walking in the Light'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-2280630057362086531</id><published>2009-11-06T01:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:39:03.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Hears</title><content type='html'>Thank you dear God, for loving me and helping me through this episode...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running after You...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-2280630057362086531?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/2280630057362086531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=2280630057362086531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/2280630057362086531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/2280630057362086531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-hears.html' title='God Hears'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-5171278337902817712</id><published>2009-11-04T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T19:21:48.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can We Desire Sorrow?</title><content type='html'>I walked a mile with Pleasure;&lt;br /&gt;She chatted all the way;&lt;br /&gt;But left me none the wiser&lt;br /&gt;For all she had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked a mile with Sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;And ne'er a word said she;&lt;br /&gt;But, oh! The things I learned from her,&lt;br /&gt;When Sorrow walked with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robert Browning Hamilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifted this from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Have A Little Faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Interesting poem, and so true at times. Mistakes and trials come our way, and I guess we're allowed to slip into temporary sorrow to save ourselves from eternal regret in the future. Its all part and parcel of learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-5171278337902817712?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/5171278337902817712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=5171278337902817712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/5171278337902817712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/5171278337902817712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-can-we-desire-sorrow.html' title='How Can We Desire Sorrow?'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-8807190509130874846</id><published>2009-11-02T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:43:14.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Rise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Will Rise - Chris Tomlin - From the album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a peace I've come to know&lt;br /&gt;Though my heart and flesh may fail&lt;br /&gt;There's an anchor for my soul&lt;br /&gt;I can say, It is well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus has overcome&lt;br /&gt;and the grave is overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;The victory is won&lt;br /&gt;He is risen from the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will rise&lt;br /&gt;When He calls my name&lt;br /&gt;No more sorrow, no more pain&lt;br /&gt;I will rise, on eagle's wings&lt;br /&gt;Before my God&lt;br /&gt;fall on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;and rise...&lt;br /&gt;I will rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a day that's drawing near&lt;br /&gt;when this darkness breaks to light&lt;br /&gt;and the shadows disappear&lt;br /&gt;and my faith shall be my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus has overcome&lt;br /&gt;and the grave is overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;The victory is won&lt;br /&gt;He is risen from the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will rise&lt;br /&gt;when He calls my name&lt;br /&gt;No more sorrow, no more pain&lt;br /&gt;I will rise, on eagle's wings&lt;br /&gt;Before my God&lt;br /&gt;fall on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;and rise...&lt;br /&gt;I will rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hear the voice of many angels sing&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is the Lamb!&lt;br /&gt;And I hear the cry of every longing heart&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is the Lamb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hear the voice of many angels sing&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is the Lamb!&lt;br /&gt;And I hear the cry of every longing heart&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is the Lamb!&lt;br /&gt;You are worthy! You are worthy!&lt;br /&gt;Worthy is the Lamb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will rise&lt;br /&gt;when He calls my name&lt;br /&gt;No more sorrow, no more pain&lt;br /&gt;I will rise, on eagle's wings&lt;br /&gt;Before my God&lt;br /&gt;fall on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;and rise...&lt;br /&gt;I will rise....&lt;br /&gt;I will rise....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-8807190509130874846?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/8807190509130874846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=8807190509130874846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/8807190509130874846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/8807190509130874846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-rise.html' title='I Will Rise'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-605028986979414100</id><published>2009-10-30T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:29:07.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Is Your Mansion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l96YOdGCq8U/SuplzIhbFjI/AAAAAAAAABA/TvGaNEH0fHQ/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l96YOdGCq8U/SuplzIhbFjI/AAAAAAAAABA/TvGaNEH0fHQ/s400/poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398239032492365362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recently I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Blue Mansion&lt;/span&gt; by Glen Goei with Matthew &amp;amp; Dennis. It fascinated me ever since I saw the commercials and I really wanted to give this local-made production a try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as it turned out, I think I can say Glen Goei deserves recognition for his commendable effort. I have definitely developed a better impression of Singaporean films, and this has certainly raise the profile of locally produced movies. The last local-production I've watched was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cages&lt;/span&gt; in '06 or '07 when I was still in VJ. (Jack Neo films, etc not included).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, though humourous (or lame moments, I should say) aplenty,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and not forgetting the painful-draggy moments and a wierd twist,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Blue Mansion&lt;/span&gt;'s theme - the whole of the overview of a typical wealthy, powerful family in the higher echelons of society, has shed some light on worldly possessions and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as the world offers a plethora of possessions and assets, are we really content? Will greed and gluttony triumph in the end? Will you be so obsessed with building an empire, that your family becomes dysfunctional, waging domestic wars amongst the people we call our 'loved ones'? Will you trample on others just for the sake of building a company, only to see it crumble under your feet when you have departed? I have come to realise that we should be content with whatever we have; it isn't sin to want more, but making it an obession is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worldly possessions count for nothing, as all will turn to dust when the Lord our Saviour makes his final descent. Instead, Lord, help me to focus on wanting mansions of glory in your Kingdom, knowing that we in the end, we will not trudge but run along the streets of gold that you have prepared for us, and into your warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible it says, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;John 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-26670"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-26671"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-KJV-26672"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, is your mansion on Heaven or on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.." - Matt 6:33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seek and ye shall find. Knock and the door shall be open unto you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-605028986979414100?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/605028986979414100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=605028986979414100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/605028986979414100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/605028986979414100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-is-your-mansion.html' title='Where Is Your Mansion?'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l96YOdGCq8U/SuplzIhbFjI/AAAAAAAAABA/TvGaNEH0fHQ/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-1928846079860659776</id><published>2009-10-29T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:22:03.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book List To Be Cleared</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have A Little Faith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Mitch Albom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pact&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Jodi Pocoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keeping Faith&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Jodi Pocoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freakonomics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superfreakonomics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Undercover Economist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tulip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Duane Edward Spencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So What's the Difference? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Fritz Ridenour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, gotta finish all before I start working in bout Feb next year. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-1928846079860659776?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/1928846079860659776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=1928846079860659776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/1928846079860659776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/1928846079860659776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/10/book-list-to-be-cleared.html' title='Book List To Be Cleared'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-7454708924053774072</id><published>2009-10-16T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:41:10.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Passion&lt;/span&gt; - From the album, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alive Foreve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; by Travis Cottrell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You alone are my passion forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Song of my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desire of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You alone are my passion, my treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love You for all that you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ends of the earth I will follow.&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing that I will not do.&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my reason for living;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my passion is You.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my passion is You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my passion forever.&lt;br /&gt;Song of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Desire of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my passion, my treasure.&lt;br /&gt;I love you for all that You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ends of the earth I will follow.&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing that I will not do.&lt;br /&gt;You alone are my reason for living.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my passion is You.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my passion is You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life.&lt;br /&gt;My Love.&lt;br /&gt;My God.&lt;br /&gt;You are my Life.&lt;br /&gt;My Love.&lt;br /&gt;My God.&lt;br /&gt;My Life.&lt;br /&gt;My Love.&lt;br /&gt;My God.&lt;br /&gt;My Life.&lt;br /&gt;My Love.&lt;br /&gt;My God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the ends of the earth I will follow&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing that I will not do.&lt;br /&gt;‘CauseYou alone are my reason for living&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my passion is You.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my passion is You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life.&lt;br /&gt;My Love.&lt;br /&gt;My God.&lt;br /&gt;You are My Life.&lt;br /&gt;My Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do&lt;br /&gt;Everything I have&lt;br /&gt;Every breath I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do is all for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, I sing this as a prayer.. I want to be able to love you, just as you have always loved me unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-7454708924053774072?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7454708924053774072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=7454708924053774072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/7454708924053774072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/7454708924053774072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-passion.html' title='My Passion'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-6016134744926332872</id><published>2009-10-11T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:14:40.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Rain - From the album, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Healing Rain - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael W. Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Healing rain is                      coming down&lt;br /&gt;                    It's coming nearer to this old town&lt;br /&gt;                    Rich and poor, weak and strong&lt;br /&gt;                    It's bringing mercy, it won't be long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Healing rain is                      coming down&lt;br /&gt;                    It's coming closer to the lost and found&lt;br /&gt;                    Tears of joy, and tears of shame&lt;br /&gt;                    Are washed forever in Jesus' name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Healing rain, it                      comes with fire&lt;br /&gt;                    So let it fall and take us higher&lt;br /&gt;                    Healing rain, I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;                    To be washed in Heaven's rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lift your heads,                      let us return&lt;br /&gt;                    To the mercy seat where time began&lt;br /&gt;                    And in your eyes, I see the pain&lt;br /&gt;                    Come soak this dry heart with healing rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And only You, the                      Son of man&lt;br /&gt;                    Can take a leper and let him stand&lt;br /&gt;                    So lift your hands, they can be held&lt;br /&gt;                    By someone greater, the great I Am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Healing rain, it                      comes with fire&lt;br /&gt;                    So let it fall and take us higher&lt;br /&gt;                    Healing rain, I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;                    To be washed in Heaven's rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To be washed in                      Heaven's rain... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Healing rain is                      falling down&lt;br /&gt;                    Healing rain is falling down&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;                    I'm not afraid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My the healing rain pour down on our dried and harden hearts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-6016134744926332872?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6016134744926332872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=6016134744926332872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/6016134744926332872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/6016134744926332872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/10/healing-rain.html' title='Healing Rain'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-6652187812641887102</id><published>2009-10-05T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:56:34.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My NS Experiences"</title><content type='html'>I would say that my NS experience had progressed in phases, allowing me to mould my character through the smorgasbord of opportunities it had provided for me; much akin to the metamorphosis of a caterpillar to a butterfly eager to fly high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sight to behold. There I stood, queuing up for the space in the bus that I would be so acquainted with for the next nine weeks. My heart felt a gush of a mixed flurry of emotions; touched that my friends had bothered to send me off in the wee-hours of the morning, disheartened after looking at some of the similar downcast faces of my soon-to-be comrades, and a fleeting sense of exhilaration yet worry knowing that I was stepping into an unknown world that awaited me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to enlistment, relatives and close friends alike had been trying to advise me to take this new chapter of my life with utmost positiveness. 10th of January, 2008 read my watch. Unlike most of my peers whom, I assume, would have had a sumptuous "last supper" with their loved ones and close friends the evening before, mine was spent in NUH. Leaving behind a brother who was just about to brave through a surgery for pneumothorax, my initial enthusiasm to excel in the army had been naturally affected. But when the nation calls, we have to respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BMT phase was admittedly a culture shock for me. There I was, in the bunk of Pegasus Coy, Platoon 4, Section 2, desperate to break the ice between the others which were quite a diverse bunch of people. However, before I knew it, I managed to establish a strong rapport with my peers, and sense of camaraderie quickly emerged as we enjoyed going through thick and thin as one platoon, one entity. After what seemed like a month of Sundays, confinement week was over. Unforgettable experiences at live firing, field camp and SITEST soon ensued. Through encouragement from my peers, family, friends and through prayer, I managed to tide through the short stay in Tekong as a recruit. Another defining moment was when my whole family managed to attend my Graduation Parade and put on my soaking-wet jockey cap, to complete my set of drenched Smart No. 4, marking my competence as a trained fighting-fit soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think of my 9-month bumpy journey in OCS as a cocoon - something that at times felt like eternity, but nonetheless a necessarily long one. After the short-lived block leave that we were given, my initial days at OCS, Sierra Wing ruffled my feathers; as if being thrown at the deep end of the pool, again. The pace of training was also much faster, leaving little room for error, lesser tolerance for making mistakes. However, through cadet appointments given, it provided plenty of opportunities for me to practise giving clear and concise instructions, and to get used to being responsible for the well -being of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being posted to Delta Wing for my professional term and being trained as an Infantry Platoon Commander was the most daunting and trying time of my NS life. This part of the journey had not been a smooth-sailing one. There were times where I felt unsettled, nearly depressed, with the rigours and intensity of the physically demanding really taking its toll on my weary and now burnt-out body. Giving up was really tempting occasionally, as I fought an internal battle to press on toward the goal of commissioning and thereby becoming a leader in the SAF. My ego and pride took a beating as the instructors there set high standards and expectations of us. In the process, I was really humbled and we were taught through the tough and hard way. Turn out after turn out, "Charlie Mike" after "Charlie Mike", the Officer's Creed started to become more than a mundane chant that we kept repeating during a water parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out to the field for mission simulations and exercises reminded me of the famous tagline of the movie, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Hawk Down&lt;/span&gt;; to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leave No Man Behind&lt;/span&gt;". As well as when SFC (Sergeant First-Class) Hoot said "People ask me why I like this job... Its about the person next to you..." Those really set me thinking of the importance of caring for my fellow comrades, fighting as one platoon because their lives are as much in my hands as mine in theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on my Brunei experience, especially during the Jungle Confidence Course, it really showed me the importance of teamwork and peer motivation, and also to find that inner fighting spirit to push forward as well as to do our loved ones proud. Never had I been pushed to my break-point so much prior to that unforgettable experience. I sorely missed my family and friends so much I felt that I had taken them for granted too much in the past. I started to appreciate the finer things in life. Trekking up and down, paying the price for mistakes even though it might not have been mine per se, it was a real test of proving my mettle and worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, as English philosopher Thomas Hobbes once put it, "is nasty, brutish and short". Its only when you embrace the reality that life has its ravines and knolls, that you'll learn to face adversity in a more positive way. I came out of this experience a stronger individual - both mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the gate of TFT, as fresh young second-lieutenant, I felt a strong sense of nostalgia. Flashbacks of time I had spent just under a year ago came like a gust of wind. This time, I was stepping in as a commander, and more responsibility would be bestowed upon me. I got what I wanted - to go back to the place where my roots and foundation had been cemented. Inspired by one of the platoon commanders in my days as a recruit, I came back with goal of emulating him - to be a leader that would inspire and be positive role-model to motivate them to excel in the army and provide a platform for a memorable and meaningful NS experience. I learnt to be firm and strict when the situation called for it. In terms of relationships, I learnt to work effectively with my subordinates and my superiors. Getting to work with my best friend as a colleague was a bonus. I clearly enjoyed my job as a Platoon Commander thoroughly. Although I initially tried turning down the challenge of being a Coy 2IC, griping about its jobscope and preferring to be a PC, I soon came to terms with it. Without regret, I am thankful that I have had the opportunity to try out something I wouldn't otherwise been given the chance to. I have definitely had positive takeaways from this experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I chose to think my past two years not as an "NS liability", but more of an opportunity to develop and shape my character to become the more resilient and independent person that I am now. As the butterfly now flutters and approaches the end, I would say that this long and arduous journey has been one worthwhile spent. I walk out of the journey a better individual, ready for the challenges ahead in the future. To quote the old adage, "army transforms us from boys to MEN".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pardon the errors. The helmet has destroyed some braincells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-6652187812641887102?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6652187812641887102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=6652187812641887102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/6652187812641887102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/6652187812641887102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-ns-experiences.html' title='&quot;My NS Experiences&quot;'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-8441885826212861777</id><published>2009-09-28T13:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:24:05.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Belong With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Taylor Swift - You Belong With Me - Fearless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You're on the phone with your girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;She's upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;She's going off about something that you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;'Cuz she dosent get your humor like I do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm in the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It's a typical Tuesday night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm listening to the kind of music she dosen't like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And she'll never know your story like I do'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;But she wears short skirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I wear T-shirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;She's cheer captain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And I'm in the bleachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Dreaming about the day when you wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And find what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Walkin' the streets with you and your worn-out jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hey isn't this easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You say your fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I know you better then that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hey whatcha doing with a girl like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;She wears high heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I wear sneakers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Dreaming about the day when you wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;That what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Standing by and waiting at your back door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;All this time how could you not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Baby... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Oh'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I remember you drivin' to my house in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;When you know your about to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And I know your favorite songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And you tell me about your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Think I know where you belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Think I know it's with me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Been here all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So why can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Standing by and waiting at your back door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;All this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;How could you not know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Baby you belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Have you ever thought just maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You belong with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You belong with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cool song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3080210676678519340-8441885826212861777?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/8441885826212861777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=8441885826212861777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/8441885826212861777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/8441885826212861777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-belong-with-me.html' title='You Belong With Me'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-1415168126316219715</id><published>2009-09-28T13:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:21:19.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>East to West</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casting Crowns - East To West - The Altar and the Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here I am Lord and I'm drowning&lt;br /&gt;In your sea of forgetfulness&lt;br /&gt;The chains of yesterday surround me&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for peace and rest&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to end up where you found me&lt;br /&gt;And it echoes in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps me awake tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've cast my sins as far&lt;br /&gt;As the East is from the West&lt;br /&gt;And I stand before you now&lt;br /&gt;As though I've never sinned but today&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm just one mistake away&lt;br /&gt;From you leaving me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus can you show me&lt;br /&gt;Just how far the East is from the West&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been&lt;br /&gt;Come rising up in me again&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of your mercy I find rest&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know just how far the East is from the West&lt;br /&gt;From one scar[r]ed hand to the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start the day the war begins&lt;br /&gt;Endless reminding of my sin&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again&lt;br /&gt;Your [T]ruth is drowned out by the storm I'm in&lt;br /&gt;Today I feel like I'm just one mistake away&lt;br /&gt;From you leaving me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus can you show me&lt;br /&gt;Just how far the East is from the West&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't bear to see the man I've been&lt;br /&gt;Come rising up in me again&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of your mercy I find rest&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know just how far the East is from the West&lt;br /&gt;From one scar[r]ed hand to the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've washed me white&lt;br /&gt;Turned my darkness into light&lt;br /&gt;I need your peace to get me through&lt;br /&gt;To get me through this night&lt;br /&gt;I can't live by what I feel&lt;br /&gt;But by the truth your word reveals&lt;br /&gt;I'm not holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;But your holding on to me&lt;br /&gt;Your holding on to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, you know just how far&lt;br /&gt;The East is from the West&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to see the man I've been&lt;br /&gt;Come rising up in me again&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of your mercy I find rest&lt;br /&gt;(The arms of your mercy I find rest)&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know just how far the East is from the West&lt;br /&gt;From one scar[r]ed hand to the other(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just how far, the East is from the West) (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one scarred hand to the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-1415168126316219715?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/1415168126316219715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=1415168126316219715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/1415168126316219715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/1415168126316219715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/09/east-to-west.html' title='East to West'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-3771673383205937388</id><published>2009-09-07T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:52:53.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I've Been Thinking...</title><content type='html'>CAN'T FIGHT THIS FEELING (Reo Speedwagon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fight this feeling any longer.&lt;br /&gt;And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.&lt;br /&gt;What started out as friendship,&lt;br /&gt;Has grown stronger.&lt;br /&gt;I only wish I had the strength to let it show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell myself that I can't hold OUT forever.&lt;br /&gt;I said there is no reason for my fear.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel so secure when we're together.&lt;br /&gt;You give my life direction,&lt;br /&gt;You make everything so clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even as I WANDER,&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping you in sight.&lt;br /&gt;You're a candle in the window,&lt;br /&gt;On a cold, dark winter's night.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting closer than I ever THOUGHT I MIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten what I started fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to bring this ship into the shore,&lt;br /&gt;And throw away the oars, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten what I started fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;And if I have to crawl upon the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Come crashing through your door,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you.&lt;br /&gt;I've been running round in circles in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And it always seems that I'm following you, girl,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you take me to the places,&lt;br /&gt;That alone I'd never find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even as I wander,&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping you in sight.&lt;br /&gt;You're a candle in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;On a cold, dark winter's night.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten what I started fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to bring this ship into the shore,&lt;br /&gt;And throw away the oars, forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I've forgotten what I started fighting for.&lt;br /&gt;And if I have to crawl upon the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Come crashing through your door,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-3771673383205937388?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/3771673383205937388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=3771673383205937388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/3771673383205937388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/3771673383205937388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-ive-been-thinking.html' title='And I&apos;ve Been Thinking...'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-4116000704644434030</id><published>2009-08-28T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:59:19.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less is More?</title><content type='html'>Today's Newpaper reported a certain Callie Rogers, who had hit the covers of nation-wide newspapers as the second-youngest winner of the lottery in the UK at the age of 16, had gone from everyone's hero and idol to a zero. Now, 6 yrs after that seemingly fortunate day she struck the 1.9 mil pounds cashprize, she is now a bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That set me thinking... Does having more necessarily make you happier? Does owning more possessions and power make you happier? In essence, in this day and age that we live in, is having 'more' necessarily more? Or... does having less mean a more fulfilling life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the short-lived, fleeting feeling of happiness with money and worldly possessions is great.. But that is all but the right path in the pursuit of REAL joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us want less from the world and more from God...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-4116000704644434030?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4116000704644434030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=4116000704644434030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/4116000704644434030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/4116000704644434030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/08/less-is-more.html' title='Less is More?'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-4397001451615712314</id><published>2009-08-28T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:43:13.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Here Waiting... For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oceans apart day after day &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I slowly go insane &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear your voice on the line &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it doesn't stop the pain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I see you next to never &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can we say forever &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wherever you go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever you do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever it takes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or how my heart breaks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took for granted, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the times &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I though would last somehow &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hear the laughter, I taste the tears &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I can't get near you now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've got me goin' crazy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wherever you go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever you do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever it takes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or how my heart breaks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder how we can survive &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This romance &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But in the end if I'm with you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll take the chance &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, can't you see it baby &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've got me goin' crazy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wherever you go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever you do &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever it takes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or how my heart breaks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will be right here waiting for you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-4397001451615712314?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4397001451615712314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=4397001451615712314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/4397001451615712314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/4397001451615712314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/08/right-here-waiting-for-you.html' title='Right Here Waiting... For You'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-7757331826109461112</id><published>2009-08-27T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:45:54.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Officers' Creed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am an officer of the Singapore Armed Forces.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My duty is to lead, to excel, and to overcome.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lead my men by example. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I answer for their training, morale, and discipline.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must excel in everything I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I serve with pride, honour, and integrity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will overcome adversity with courage, fortitude and determination,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dedicate my life to Singapore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still vividly remember the times this creed became real and meaningful; running around the parade square with the tyre and jerry cans each, during the runs up 'CTE' in Sarimbun FIBUA, during JCC, during torrid route marches, and during PAC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-7757331826109461112?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7757331826109461112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=7757331826109461112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/7757331826109461112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/7757331826109461112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/08/officers-creed.html' title='The Officers&apos; Creed'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-9098781978273510185</id><published>2009-08-24T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:34:08.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware the Slow Fade</title><content type='html'>I love Casting Crowns. Though sometimes I think that their music is a little too rockish.. But I've grown to love them because the wonderful and meaningful lyrics they manage to pen. Can totally identify with them. Thank God for such great work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one that really struck me at my lowest point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOW FADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little eyes what you see&lt;br /&gt;It's the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little feet where you go&lt;br /&gt;For it's the little feet behind you that are sure to follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid&lt;br /&gt;When you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;People never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade, it's a slow fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little ears what you hear&lt;br /&gt;When flattery leads to compromise, the end is always near&lt;br /&gt;Be careful little lips what you say&lt;br /&gt;For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid&lt;br /&gt;When you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;People never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey from your mind to your hands&lt;br /&gt;Is shorter than you're thinking&lt;br /&gt;Be careful if you think you stand&lt;br /&gt;You just might be sinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;It's a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid&lt;br /&gt;When you give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;People never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;Daddies never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;Families never crumble in a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh be careful little eyes what see&lt;br /&gt;Oh be careful little eyes what you see&lt;br /&gt;For the Father up above is looking down in love&lt;br /&gt;Oh be careful little eyes what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really meant those words, with all my heart, that day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-9098781978273510185?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/9098781978273510185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=9098781978273510185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/9098781978273510185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/9098781978273510185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/08/beware-slow-fade.html' title='Beware the Slow Fade'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-3876779262261722352</id><published>2009-08-24T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T17:09:22.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of Something New</title><content type='html'>I have decided to post and blog again. Since there's so much time right now for this next yr, what better way than to post again! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-3876779262261722352?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/3876779262261722352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=3876779262261722352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/3876779262261722352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/3876779262261722352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2009/08/start-of-something-new.html' title='The Start of Something New'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-7988551737083385991</id><published>2008-02-07T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:26:13.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragements.</title><content type='html'>Lord, help those around me;&lt;br /&gt;those that need your care and comfort.&lt;br /&gt;For you are our Friend and Brother...&lt;br /&gt;in times of need may your Spirit show.&lt;br /&gt;Let those who are down and distressed,&lt;br /&gt;lay in your arms with sweet rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-7988551737083385991?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/7988551737083385991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=7988551737083385991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/7988551737083385991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/7988551737083385991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/02/encouragements.html' title='Encouragements.'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-6610771918699664683</id><published>2008-01-07T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:44:21.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a little faith...</title><content type='html'>Thank God for my brother's condition which is improving. I KNOW HE'LL BE HEALED COMPLETELY SOON. Thanks for all the prayers :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Let not your heart be troubled: ye believe in God, believe also in me." (John 14:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i'll trust in You. Everything shall go into Your plans. May i not go ahead of You nor run away or tpp far behind You.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-6610771918699664683?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6610771918699664683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=6610771918699664683' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/6610771918699664683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/6610771918699664683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-little-faith.html' title='Have a little faith...'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-3257882015860928639</id><published>2008-01-07T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:17:11.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord I Give You My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="left"&gt;                                 &lt;pre align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;Em&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;C G&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;This is my desire: to honor You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Em&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;F&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;C D&lt;br /&gt;Lord with all my heart I worship You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Em&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;All I have within me, I give You praise.&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span style=""&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;F&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;C D&lt;br /&gt;All that I adore is in You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;G&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Lord I give You my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;Am&lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;I give You my soul, I live for You alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Every breath that I take,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                       &lt;/span&gt;Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Every moment I'm awake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;C&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;D&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;(Em) G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;Lord have Your way in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-3257882015860928639?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/3257882015860928639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=3257882015860928639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/3257882015860928639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/3257882015860928639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2008/01/lord-i-give-you-my-heart.html' title='Lord I Give You My Heart'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-3805664933158784533</id><published>2007-11-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T00:16:43.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all for Jesus</title><content type='html'>Jesus, all for Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;all I am and have,&lt;br /&gt;and ever hope to be. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my, ambitions, hopes and plans.&lt;br /&gt;I surrender these into Your hands. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For its only in Your will that I am free,&lt;br /&gt;for its only in Your will that I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, all for Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;all I am and have,&lt;br /&gt;and ever hope to be. (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "All for Jesus" , Robin Mark, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Revival in Belfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-3805664933158784533?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/3805664933158784533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=3805664933158784533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/3805664933158784533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/3805664933158784533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-for-jesus.html' title='all for Jesus'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-5916644282788089332</id><published>2007-09-20T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T13:44:16.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This one really struck me. Isn't it true? We should be looking for the meaning of verses as in context to the passages, chapters, and not really as cliches on the back of christian t-shirts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-5916644282788089332?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/5916644282788089332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=5916644282788089332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/5916644282788089332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/5916644282788089332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-one-really-struck-me.html' title=''/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-1949480349116504706</id><published>2007-04-18T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:48:11.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down-to-earth</title><content type='html'>my teammate really knocked some sense into me today - just with a few sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised im focusing on the problem, just knowing there's a problem, finding all about the problem, but actually not focussing on the solution. thanks for waking me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt realise i was pressurising the others, actually i wanted to... you know in a positive way. i hope they will not get too affected by it as it did to me tho. haha. hope it would be a motivation instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise it was really me that defeated myself on sunday. i got caught up on scores so much that i unknowingly impose unnecessary pressure on myself. kinda stupid. but thats probably my problem. envt factors like lighting and all other stuff arent reasons for a bad shoot, its merely an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will do better. seriously. its going to get better here on now. VJ Air Pistol 'A' Boys will fly high and go far. we got the stuff, almost every thing. no more excuses. a lot more has to be put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The journey is more important than the destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-1949480349116504706?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/1949480349116504706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=1949480349116504706' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/1949480349116504706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/1949480349116504706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/04/down-to-earth.html' title='Down-to-earth'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-4480885055196926612</id><published>2007-04-15T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:20:37.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HomeTeam NS Invitational</title><content type='html'>after today's disappointing showing... one phrase - it can only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks left till another chance. i'll not let my sharpshooting elude me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 weeks left, effectively...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-4480885055196926612?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4480885055196926612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=4480885055196926612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/4480885055196926612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/4480885055196926612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/04/hometeam-ns-invitational.html' title='HomeTeam NS Invitational'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-8339963110092844582</id><published>2007-03-18T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:29:05.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Great Are You Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; How great are You Lord how great is Your mercy&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;How great are the things that You have done for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great are You Lord Your loving kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is filling my heart as I sing how great are You Lord&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;How great is Your love it reaches to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is the heart that sought and rescued me &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- text below generated by server. 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S. Lewis&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;            &lt;p&gt;I believe in Christianity as I believe that the Sun has risen: not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-6151541313841417589?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6151541313841417589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=6151541313841417589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/6151541313841417589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/6151541313841417589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/03/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-8820158715670088739</id><published>2007-03-02T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T17:57:04.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Lord</title><content type='html'>yes, i wanna thank the Lord.... cos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE CHINESE EXAMS.... ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA... i thank You for blessing me with a C for the 'A' Level Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! so happy. overjoyed, in fact. for those who know me well, they know how "proficient" i am in the language such that they will ask me to speak in English. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup... NO MORE CHINESE EXAMS!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-8820158715670088739?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/8820158715670088739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=8820158715670088739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/8820158715670088739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/8820158715670088739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank You Lord'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-5788389433873497781</id><published>2007-02-03T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:59:25.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my dearest Grandma</title><content type='html'>Dear Por-por,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope u feel better now.  will be seeing u in  a couple of hours' time. Hang in there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-5788389433873497781?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/5788389433873497781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=5788389433873497781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/5788389433873497781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/5788389433873497781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-my-dearest-grandma.html' title='To my dearest Grandma'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-2657762149613270935</id><published>2007-01-29T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:26:09.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monthly shoot</title><content type='html'>ok... this says it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will train much much harder. Not only that. I shall try building up my mass. And i will not take shots anyhow like sometimes i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? because the VJC Air Pistol Team 'A' is going to be National Top 3 and East Zone champions! Train train train train train...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teams to beat:&lt;br /&gt;1) NJC (have always been strong in this event)&lt;br /&gt;2) HCI (these imba ppl have good equipment, lol)&lt;br /&gt;3) CJC (dark horses man. suddenly up and coming)&lt;br /&gt;4) MJC (im surprised myself at how good they are now, respect)&lt;br /&gt;5) RJC (haven't heard much, but i know somehow they are good)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-2657762149613270935?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/2657762149613270935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=2657762149613270935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/2657762149613270935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/2657762149613270935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/01/monthly-shoot.html' title='Monthly shoot'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-6118357495331361638</id><published>2007-01-28T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:10:30.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first competition</title><content type='html'>yup. my first competition... in shooting, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the january monthly shoot was THAT bad for me. haha. i shot a 498 of 600. argh! still cant get over the fact that its 2 pts off my initial target of 500 (which btw, i thot was achievable today). oh mAN!.. well, wats done is done. an 8.3 average on the dot is ooookkkaaaayyy i guess. just have to continue improving. haha. i thot chris would have thrashed me. he got a 511. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shld have not taken the shot which resulted in a 4. sians. had i still screwed it up (and get a 6), i would have hit 500!!!!! argh, no use dwelling on it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATIONALS in 5 months! WTH?!?!?!?! so fast man. very soon, it'll be As as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the SAT yest was urm... ok? the critical rding was tricky and all, so was the essay which i dunno how well i wrote... but i guess all was compensated by maths. it was not bad. :D thank God. anw, i'll just await the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only gripe is the 6 hour stretch we had to endure ploughing thru the papers, having to wait for people who made a 5 min break into 15 mins each time, and not to mention the 1 hr long "filling up your particulars". LOL. i have no more butt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-6118357495331361638?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/6118357495331361638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=6118357495331361638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/6118357495331361638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/6118357495331361638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-first-competition.html' title='My first competition'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-5838711024464464956</id><published>2007-01-05T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:56:54.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>07S38 meets 06S38</title><content type='html'>haha. yup... i think my whole class was all eager and enthu abt meeting our junior class...................&lt;br /&gt;until we found out yest tt it was either fully IPs, or half IPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. im not slamming the IPs. but haha, with our pranks that were lined up for the junior class (which expected it to be fully FRESHMEN), it certainly didnt end up the way we wanted it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their reaction was kind of like (+_+").... "Errr..". ahah, u could tell from their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original plan:&lt;br /&gt;1) amanda would act as a freshman. we would then go out to do sth while she slips her wallet into the most "guai lan" guy's bag. for fun. after returning to the classroom, she'll discover its gone... and then drama will follow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) we were gonna dunk john&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here's what we did impromptu instead... due to unforseen circumstances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) amanda and suihui wanted to go together to pose as freshmen. too bad we didnt want to risk the Ips blowing suihui's cover. the guy next to amanda was fast. hahaahah. amanda said she had breast cancer. lol. a bit too far-fetched eh? hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) almost all of us told fake ccas. haha, i think the idea was good... but maybe a little overkill. haah. i dunno why i thot of The Dance Floor. Lol. waltzing with john??!@?!??@?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) we still dunked john&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i hope the juniors dun think we're lousy seniors. lame we may be, but fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again, its yet another Punk'd edition gone wrong. (think the jacking during second intake last yr).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-5838711024464464956?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/5838711024464464956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=5838711024464464956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/5838711024464464956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/5838711024464464956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/01/07s38-meets-06s38.html' title='07S38 meets 06S38'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-4152996493775465685</id><published>2007-01-05T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T00:31:55.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Rssssss</title><content type='html'>yes! today spells the endof the aRgh papers that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest: maths (or  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;math&lt;/span&gt;, as david would say).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today: economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. so nth much happened today. went to sch. assembly as usual... but the new principal (tho i think he's a nice guy, not fierce or anything), is trying too hard to impress us. lol.&lt;br /&gt;i dunt know. sure, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Vabulous"&lt;/span&gt; thing he coined was a tad bit cool, but u could tell hes kinda nervous. you could tell by the way he loves to make things "short, sharp and sweet". but i mean, as new principal, who wouldnt be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, so after tt... my boring day ensued with a frantic last minute attempt at forcing all econs knowledge on MARKET STRUCTURE &amp;amp; MRKT FAILURE... the only 2 topics i was confident this time around in. and to think i actually tried banking on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps it was my stupidity to do what i do not do for maths R. - spot qns from the promo paper.&lt;br /&gt;"argh~!?!?!?!??!!" was the reaction i had when i realised that the maths R was similar (well, at least a few qns) to the promos one. !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so foolish me went ahead to avoid mugging EOS and other stuff. and in hadn't a clue whether what i was writing for the 2 essays were relevant or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: to all Victorians... LT5 is freaking freaking cold. i was shivering like a skeleton by the time the paper was over. and it rained after tt. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tmr, or rather later... i'll meet my junior class. hope they are a bunch of nice ppl. at least not "dao kias". :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOS: Pls pray for my por por. shes probably has cancer... yup, its really grim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-4152996493775465685?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/4152996493775465685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=4152996493775465685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/4152996493775465685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/4152996493775465685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-more-rssssss.html' title='No more Rssssss'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3080210676678519340.post-8153526243518450586</id><published>2007-01-01T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:51:43.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l96YOdGCq8U/RZkRwTdgpZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tj86N_VLBP8/s1600-h/Picture+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l96YOdGCq8U/RZkRwTdgpZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tj86N_VLBP8/s400/Picture+169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015059181609198994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Yup, this is my new blog. i'm still couch potato tho. =]&lt;br /&gt;well, i decided to keep my blog layout simple and just make use of blogger's new features. simplicity is beauty... sometimes. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its a new year, and i know its gonna be a great year.&lt;br /&gt;man, i feel old. juniors coming in in 2 days' time and i havent got enough out of my j1 life, i feel.&lt;br /&gt;but thank God for such a wonderful bunch of frens in VJC!!! woot~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06S38 will always rock rock rock... RIDE on~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the guys of s38:&lt;br /&gt;jason, soo, david, deon, john, matt, chin, kheng hua, jia xi.. we guys are the life of the class. :D ok lah, maybe some girls like rachel etc, too bring life to the class.. (oh, i mentioned shes a girl?). jkjk. no offence really. what a crazy yr. WE WILL TAUPOK THE MASCOT(S) AGAIN! i hope peiying wont be in the horse-with-abs next yr. ahha. thanks hoon, soo, deon, matt for being able to confide in u. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the girls of s38:&lt;br /&gt;each of u are really unique, some short, some tall... some loud and choh loh, some quiet and demure... some smart and some smarter. (the guys will beat u all in results this yr =p). appreciate each and every one of u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s38! we will always rock. although like half the class will be missing lessons cos of O1, hope to share many many great moments together in this yr ahead. WE WILL BE GOOD SENIORS TO OUR JUNIOR CLASS... after JTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ARC members:&lt;br /&gt;haha. thanks for all the encouragement and moments we've had. i hope for a great batch next yr... and i shld seriously think abt calling ourselves the Pest Busters (Specialists in Cockroach Killings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Dee-Dees:&lt;br /&gt;aha, I WANNA GO BACK TO CAMBODIA!. 9 days was a tad bit quick, went by just like tt. but im sure each of us had lessons we'll treasure for life. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my brothers and sisters in Christ:&lt;br /&gt;u all have been really great this year... see alot of encouragement gng on in this year. jiahao (aka my slave, haha), thanks for always cui-ing my bro to go for teenz stuff. haha. a revival is coming real soon. let us be on our knees always :D take care! i cant wait to lead Nazars again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my family and wish them all (and all u out there), good health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Years' Resolution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To ask and follow God's plan and direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop drinking Coke for a year (a pact my bro and i made, is it possible?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Balance out my activities well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 3rd for 10m Air Pistol (Team) Nationals A Div&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Be less selfish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleep not in lectures (oh man... is this possible too? o_O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dunk those that have not been dunked this year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Train hard for NAPFA (i hope ;D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;9. Stop Soo from growing anymore taller than me (haha, this is a nonsense one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10. Love the remaining time in VJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Mug Camp '07?&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so for this blog... it'll be more pictures and less words, i think.. cos i prefer pictures. yup.&lt;br /&gt;if possible, AND appropriate, i shall upload videos on Youtube for here as well. haha. wait long long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use "Comment" for now. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3080210676678519340-8153526243518450586?l=raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/feeds/8153526243518450586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3080210676678519340&amp;postID=8153526243518450586' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/8153526243518450586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3080210676678519340/posts/default/8153526243518450586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raisingmyebenezer.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>couchpotato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02187250169986859457</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://bp0.blogger.com/_l96YOdGCq8U/RZkRwTdgpZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tj86N_VLBP8/s72-c/Picture+169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
