Prattle

Look what I found while filling up at a Shell petrol station today. I've been hunting for something like this for a long time now and the travel bug has finally found her travel mug. The perfect companion in traffic jams and long drives along boring roads. It only cost me 690 Bonus link points. Doesn't it look cool?

It was a fun Easter weekend filled with laughter, some dazzling stage moments and great hospitality. This Easter production went smoothly because everyone - from the cast to the production crew - took to their tasks seriously, had great attitudes and were generally experienced (a result of previous production efforts). Of course, having quite a few jokers in our midst helped brighten up everyone's moods.

Casts who were born in the good ol' 70's were tossing the then-household names like Kum Kum, Chicadees, Tora, the Bing and Bong clowns, etc to clueless youngsters born in the late 80's. Amidst all that laughter, it made me feel pretty old being about decade older than the youngest cast.

Uncle Pong and Aunty Sally were the epitome of hospitality - providing a comfy house for me to hang around and rest in before heading to church for 'showtime'. I truly look forward to visiting this dear couple and their cute dogs. It's hilarious to see Bobo (their Shitzu) jealously seeking for Aunty Sally's attention whenever Uncle Pong made a show of cuddling her. Bobo probably thinks Aunty Sally's affections belong to him and him only.

Thanks to Aunty Sally who loaned me her striking red cheongsam which fits me very comfortably, I need not go on a diet just to fit into Juls' blue cheongsam. With it, goes my motivation to ferociously exercise sigh I really need another motivation to actually lose the pounds I gained from eating all those dhal and potatoes in Nepal!

I've been reading a book on Spiritual Warfare this weekend since I realised that I needed a serious brush-up on this topic. A lot of what has been happening lately has become too frequent and too intense for them to be a mere coincidence. I realised that I have somehow forgotten to engage in intercessory prayer lately. Due to the intense turmoil that I have experienced, my prayers have been reduced to a mere, "Help, Lord!" In those times, I truly cannot utter more than a few words to God before breaking into tears of anguish. God has assured me (through someone who prayed for me) that He knows my heart and I do not need to utter full sentences to Him. Anyway, now that the worst part of the 'fire' is over, it's time for me to intercede for the people God has placed in my heart.

One thing from the book which strikes me was this analogy - that spiritual warfare prayers are like darts aimed and thrown towards the evil one and his schemes. I take great encouragement in this simple analogy, knowing that every prayer that we utter with pure motives will cripple the devil's deeds in our dear friends' lives.

Let's throw some more darts!