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I think I’m bitten by the world-cup-fever bug. I stayed up to watch the England-Sweden match, by the time I got to bed, I think the newspaper and milk man made their respective delivery. I woke up at 10am this morning.

It’s either, I feel that it is such a waste sleeping right through the morning and arvo, or I’m being 18 all over again. Now, where are my rollerblades and my cross colour jeans? Hmm…

I am just so tired nowadays. Don’t even feel like blogging much anymore, nothing seems to excite me enough to pour here. Instead, I rather be eating Cottage Fries and listening to some Keith Urban and dozing off while watching LOST. The pig in me is out.

It’s badminton night. I’m glad I can now play, again. Must keep the pace

I’m now officially the man-of-the-house, for a week at least. Dad left for Shanghai last night. We naturally did the whole Asian thing, I bring down his suitcase, give him a hug while the female members look on and progressed after me. It was quite a family moment. Just a day earlier, he stocked up our pantry with our favourite junk snacks – cottage fries and pringles, maybe it’s his way of crunching care. Definitely praying for him while he’s there, hoping that his half past six chinese can get him at least half past anywhere he wants. I think he’ll fair much better than me.

To think, that I could have snuck another trip with him after knowing that Sara Lee only commences in July. Would be great to see and hang out with Cam while I’m there. Shopping is great in Shanghai too, but I guess it’s going to be KL for work clothes, at least I have a new found ‘potentially great’ fashion advisor, the claims seems to be. We’ll just see in the months to come.

On another note, I’m speaking this friday at Hartamas CF, remember me in prayer as I prepare for my message. It’s going to be about ‘reallignment’, how fitting it is for me in my current season.

I pray because I care,
I pray because He cares.

Oh yeah, I finally started on LOST. Ep 5 and picking up…

Footstool finished off their weekend at Adrene’s church, Assembly of Christians and once again, God moved mightily and people were encouraged and hopefully compelled to respond accordingly to the messages portrayed in Runaway Bride.

But for me, it just got me. I teared, no, I simply cried. I felt the burden yet again, as I try to understand and try to stay focus on the ultimate goal in life.

After the performance, the pastor had one of the members to present a song as we reflect on the play. It was Hillsongs – So you would come.

As I sat and reflect on the play and the words of the song, I cried. My heart actually ached. Just thinking about it through and through now, I am helpless once again. I think I should be fair and be honest.

I long for the day my parents and my friends (secular, very dear and good friends) become Christians. As much as Footstool has been one of the channels to go out and reach out, in my personal and available time, I try as much to shed some of my perspective on the eternal life that we all can have. Honestly, sometimes, it gets really tiring but I know I hold a key amount of importance in their lives, the privilege of close proximity that I have that is such a waste to give up easily.

But every other performances, I see members of the family of the various footstoolers coming by to encourage them. Adrene’s dad who pastors the church, Dorothy’s various siblings who comes and fly back to catch Runaway Bride, Colin’s dad who is a prominent figure in the Christian world. At least each of them has some roots to that effect. And well, I’m the one who was lost but now found.

Just at times, I wished I could see the sight of a close friend or a parent of mine coming to any of the performances. Well, I’m banking on a couple of close ones for GT and TTDI. As I look at my life, it just makes me think whether I should be spending my time building monuments for myself or my strength should be focus on what is true and real, the love of God.

The song just spoke and blew me away. I sat and tears were just rolling down my cheeks in darkness. I know God has His plans. Each gift and talent that he has given me is to simply to serve him and make an impact but the ultimate conversion comes from the holy spirit. I know that He is working, I do not doubt, but again, my faith is tested to trust and avail myself to Him. Again, I check my heart, asking Him to reallign my focus and will to His desire and plan for me.

I realized also that acting on stage, is extremely exhausting. I think the characters in Runaway Bride is reaching it’s expected potency for me. I am just dead sometimes after each performance. I have to work a lot harder to fine tune certain theatrical skills because I just lack in certain areas. It’s fine with me, I always like pushing myself anyway. Just at times, you get into that slump of despair.

I have been thinking about my role, as a witness of Christ in my surroundings. That I should keep the same passion and potency on stage as I must in real life. I’m starting to ask myself questions again.

I have great friends, who have an extreme worldly lifestyle, I mean, I came from there too if I really think about it. Not that I indulge in every activity that they do, but I had previously in my old life, shared the same sentiments about their outlook in life. Their lives sometimes seem so inviting because they are simply so accepting. However, I can’t say the same for my church or some who are in the pracitce of the holy huddle (if you get my drift). I’m all game to bring them and rope them in, but somehow, I know it’ll paint a horrible image and what more with the horrid stories and experiences they have heard about Christianity. I know, I once faced the same scenario. But God is so much bigger than that.

I spent time searching and looking and hoping for answer. But I think what I needed was God’s assurance once again. And it did come, yesterday at AOC. He came, so that I could come.