Banana Nut Crunch
The title has absolutely no relation to this post. You may, in whatever sense possible, attempt to link or by some weird and weak connection, imagine that it is related. It's not. I just happened to see the box of cereal in front of me, right now.
Blogging has evolved over the many years. Since 2003, I have heard of people 'blogging'. Some emo, some serious, some casual, some use it to improve their language, some just attention seeking. Me? I started off talking rubbish. Then, unintentionally, I moved on to doing a food blog. Multiple posts on chocs and yummy dishes. Thereafter, I spoke in parables which a few heavenly minds understood. I now talk a little more sense, I hope.
It's interesting once you study and understanding the psychology of youths. You can talk in their language and address mindsets. You can do the same for teachers and parents who have very different sets of pertinent issues lurking at the back of their minds. And guess what, you can also do the same for readers of your blog! Just write on some controversial contents and voila! You get people screaming at you. Write a little further on how much you need help and are suffering all by yourself while nobody seems to understand, let alone care or show concern. *sob sob* What happens next would be sms-es and phonecalls on whether you're fine... if you're free for a meal... if everythings' fine...etc. Not bad huh. If you talk about ending your life, I really wonder what will follow. Chances are, you wouldn't blog about it. That's too loser a thing for someone who toys with suicide. Therefore, I shall not blog about it. (NO, I'm just kidding.)
But hey! I don't know if I fall into any of the above mentioned category. I just talk from my mind. Sometimes, it's empty. At other times, I talk too much. Most of the time, I talk about things which I simply don't talk about unless I type. Weird huh. I think I'm schizophrenic. Maybe I find it hard to express in words. Maybe I'm a right brain in this area.
I'm Coach E**** (students can easily search for me) by day, sleepy zombie by night. I talk all about things around me by day, I talk heart to heart at night. I type real life incidents and reports by day, I type about my thoughts by night. Boy, how many people share the way I just wrote? Plenty. It's weird. But it's real. Beneath the daily facades put on by many students, lies an empty heart waiting to be filled. Once unmet, they will step out and search for any thing, person, object, lifestyle, language and even behaviour to fill it up. If it's the wrong step, then help came a little late. Not all that late, just a little. It would mean more healing. More tearing down and rebuilding. More regrets in the future. More mindsets to alter. It could also mean greater glory when divine transformation takes place. It could mean an opportunity to find hope once more. It could also mean a chance for YOU to step in.
by Casting Crowns,
She is running
A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction
She is trying
But the canyon's ever widening
In the depths of her cold heart
So she sets out on another misadventure just to find
She's another two years older
And she's three more steps behind
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know
She's going down today
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that'stucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
She is yearning
For shelter and affection
That she never found at home
She is searching
For a hero to ride in
To ride in and save the day
And in walks her prince charming
And he knows just what to say
Momentary lapse of reason
And she gives herself away
If judgement looms under every steeple
If lofty glances from lofty people
Can't see past her scarlet letter
And we never even met her
There's much to be done. I can only do this much. I am not just a Coach. I'm a Christian Coach. The battle has begun months again. It has just intensified. And I will fight not by might nor by power. God empower me :)
Who says it's going to be easy?
Always remember why you started this journey.
Always cling onto the roots that grew from the seed you planted; rather, planted in you..
The seed of passion.
People argued.
People defended.
People tried to make sense out of being rational.
People also attempted to justify actions out of the boundaries of passion.
Well, I'm not sure about them, but I do want to be sure of what I'm doing and I will continue to dream of 500 until I get there.
Ah, I still vividly recall a student who saw me doodling on the whiteboard and questioned what I was doing. I said 500.
500 of them.
Blogging has evolved over the many years. Since 2003, I have heard of people 'blogging'. Some emo, some serious, some casual, some use it to improve their language, some just attention seeking. Me? I started off talking rubbish. Then, unintentionally, I moved on to doing a food blog. Multiple posts on chocs and yummy dishes. Thereafter, I spoke in parables which a few heavenly minds understood. I now talk a little more sense, I hope.
It's interesting once you study and understanding the psychology of youths. You can talk in their language and address mindsets. You can do the same for teachers and parents who have very different sets of pertinent issues lurking at the back of their minds. And guess what, you can also do the same for readers of your blog! Just write on some controversial contents and voila! You get people screaming at you. Write a little further on how much you need help and are suffering all by yourself while nobody seems to understand, let alone care or show concern. *sob sob* What happens next would be sms-es and phonecalls on whether you're fine... if you're free for a meal... if everythings' fine...etc. Not bad huh. If you talk about ending your life, I really wonder what will follow. Chances are, you wouldn't blog about it. That's too loser a thing for someone who toys with suicide. Therefore, I shall not blog about it. (NO, I'm just kidding.)
But hey! I don't know if I fall into any of the above mentioned category. I just talk from my mind. Sometimes, it's empty. At other times, I talk too much. Most of the time, I talk about things which I simply don't talk about unless I type. Weird huh. I think I'm schizophrenic. Maybe I find it hard to express in words. Maybe I'm a right brain in this area.
I'm Coach E**** (students can easily search for me) by day, sleepy zombie by night. I talk all about things around me by day, I talk heart to heart at night. I type real life incidents and reports by day, I type about my thoughts by night. Boy, how many people share the way I just wrote? Plenty. It's weird. But it's real. Beneath the daily facades put on by many students, lies an empty heart waiting to be filled. Once unmet, they will step out and search for any thing, person, object, lifestyle, language and even behaviour to fill it up. If it's the wrong step, then help came a little late. Not all that late, just a little. It would mean more healing. More tearing down and rebuilding. More regrets in the future. More mindsets to alter. It could also mean greater glory when divine transformation takes place. It could mean an opportunity to find hope once more. It could also mean a chance for YOU to step in.
by Casting Crowns,
She is running
A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction
She is trying
But the canyon's ever widening
In the depths of her cold heart
So she sets out on another misadventure just to find
She's another two years older
And she's three more steps behind
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
Or does anybody even know
She's going down today
Under the shadow of our steeple
With all the lost and lonely people
Searching for the hope that'stucked away in you and me
Does anybody hear her?
Can anybody see?
She is yearning
For shelter and affection
That she never found at home
She is searching
For a hero to ride in
To ride in and save the day
And in walks her prince charming
And he knows just what to say
Momentary lapse of reason
And she gives herself away
If judgement looms under every steeple
If lofty glances from lofty people
Can't see past her scarlet letter
And we never even met her
There's much to be done. I can only do this much. I am not just a Coach. I'm a Christian Coach. The battle has begun months again. It has just intensified. And I will fight not by might nor by power. God empower me :)
Who says it's going to be easy?
Always remember why you started this journey.
Always cling onto the roots that grew from the seed you planted; rather, planted in you..
The seed of passion.
People argued.
People defended.
People tried to make sense out of being rational.
People also attempted to justify actions out of the boundaries of passion.
Well, I'm not sure about them, but I do want to be sure of what I'm doing and I will continue to dream of 500 until I get there.
Ah, I still vividly recall a student who saw me doodling on the whiteboard and questioned what I was doing. I said 500.
500 of them.
keep_running your race @ 11:09 PM
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