coffee . lover .

Coffee and I are best friends, because in the time I am enjoying her, together we contemplate the world.


I'm newly 20, I know, but sometimes I think a godly man will pass me by, and I'll never be pursued.

I am incredibly naive.

Social work is right for me, but I'm terrified of what it involves.

Too bitter. More sugar.

Jesus, stretch me. My heart is yet to soar.

If coffee were a friend, we'd be besties.

The beauty is self explanatory.
Stir in sugar.
Mmmm...

Condemnation?

John 8:4-11 (New International Version)

4and said to Jesus, "Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. 5In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?" 6They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him.

But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. 7When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, "If any one of you is without sin, let him be the first to throw a stone at her." 8Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.

9At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there. 10Jesus straightened up and asked her, "Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?"

11"No one, sir," she said.
"Then neither do I condemn you," Jesus declared. "Go now and leave your life of sin."

Why do we condemn others?

In first semester of first year at Mac, I sat in my Cultural Studies tutorial and listened to the arguments supporting images of homosexual parents in "Play School":

The children need to understand this is normal in our society from a young, pliable-minded age.

I wouldn't have it. I opened my mouth and spoke. I spoke and I spoke and I didn't shut my mouth until the bell rang.
Nobody talked to me after class. My tutor shook her head at me: Your argument is religious. It's not valid.

In first semester of second year at USyd, I sat in my Psychology for Social Work tutorial and listened to the murmurs of agreement regarding images of homosexual parents in "Play School".

Children need to see that there is this 'difference' in our society.

I kept quiet.

old & new

I keep having these dreams. They are of Old Me.
She dominates. She runs her relationships according to her insecurities.
She yells at the man who loves her, for no real reason. Then
She corners him into a kiss.

These dreams are mixed with New Me. She has not learnt it seems.
A man she knows from present days fall prey to her designs. He is helpless.
She is scared to death of losing him, so she plays games with his heart.
He cannot get enough of her.

She has not learnt it seems. That is most annoying.
She has not learnt it seems.

I hate these dreams. They are of the Old Me.
She has died. She no longer dominates but exercises restraint.
She waits for the man she loves to initiate instead of pushing him to be more, do more.
She has expectations that are realistic, God-honouring and optimistic.
Then, finally


He corners her into embrace.

Comedian

Maybe I didn't laugh at times.
Under my surprised disguise, with eyes wide, mouth open,
Looking from side to side
To see everyone else's reaction.

---Sometimes he was funny.
Witty about the every day occurrences,
Your culture, my culture, our cross cultural barrier/generational gap issues--yeah, I get it.
We relate.

Maybe I didn't laugh like I did before
Because I was just sad for you.
Because when you resort to that kind of "joke"
You just lose your credibility as an artist and a
Person.

And you are not Funny anymore.
You become a prime example of material exhausted,
Like with all things heart-thin
YOU become thin

inside because you know... it's just not alive in there anymore.

When you went there, when you stooped
On bended knees you should go-- because
you must have no idea of the judgement you are facing.

And honest to the God
I do really love,
And I mean that with my heart,

I wasn't surprised.

burst.

i'm in love. truly. genius mike who's recording me said he could play the cello for "boat rowing" and put it on the EP. i'd never considered a cello for the song til a friend who'd heard the raw recording suggested it. all mike did was pluck around, play a few sustained notes and OH MY GOSH i was in love.... yes, baby maton will always be my first m.love, but the cello is just gorgeous. the cello is my new m.love.

God's people are wondering why they have been single forever. say, "i'm not ugly, am quite intelligent.witty.have fantastic sense of humour, i serve at church as bible reader.youthgroupleader. muso.whatever.. so why don't i have anyone? am i not good enough?" //you are fearfully and wonderfully made//you are God's beloved// your Creator made no mistakes on you.

more and more i am growing placid in the world i inhabit. i hate it. i want to burst. i want to scream. i want to see things change. i want my worlds to know what it means to live for Jesus. i want to disappear in the Holy Spirit when i sing and play my guitar. i don't want it to be about me anymore. i want to burn out for God. and i have said an emphatically loud YES!!!!!!!!!!!! to wavemakers. i have been fed enough. it's time to feed.

pray for every ministry: family. usyd. mquni. music. work. st james. bluesky. cityrail. coffee cultures. gigs. sec music. boyfasting. driving. rta. blogging. myspace. facebook. (i'm not joking)...