THIS BLOG HAS MOVED

i had no choice but to change this blog web address for primarily one reason.
i've stopped being sentimental about my old blog..
and i cannOT POST PICTURES USING PICASA IN THIS BLOG ANYMORE BECAUSE I"VE EXCEEDED MY QUOTA! :( BOO BOO BOO:(:(:(:(

anyways. here's the new blog address. DO POP BY! :) nyeheh :>:>

http://richardyewrulz.blogspot.com/

there is a fire in my heart.
set in place .
it burns.
it burns.

it needs to be quenched.
only Jesus.
only Jesus.
the heart feels burdened.
i feel unaware of what others think about what i do more.
Nor do i really care.

it makes me feel embarassed at times.
but i don't feel that embarassed too.

My heart .
It aches.
it throbs.

for something more than just a normal life.

i look around me.. and i see meaninglessness in the things of the world.
ultimately moth and rust will destroy. So what if u were famous? so what if u are successful as an architect? so what if you were intelligent? so what if you are rich?
Can anyone escape death?

What matters at the end of the day.. is having eternity set in our hearts.
don't u have the nagging feeling in your heart that your bests efforts are never and never will be good enough to earn you the right to be perfect. The mini skirmishes in our lives.. the little feel good moments.. the times where we get good grades.. or perform well in sports.. why does it seem like just another cycle of activities that occupy our time?

more..
in our hearts are placed thoughts of greatness. thoughts that there is someone greater than our situation. someone who exists who loves us.just the way we are. sinful. thoughtless. selfish. lustful. angry. slothful, prideful.

Jesus.

If the world needs an answer for anything. Jesus is it.

In the ZZZZ Zone

i'm in studio.. wondering why i'm in studio instead of going home to sleep. i feellike sleeping now.

my minds dead.
can't think of anything else.
my brain's exhausted.
can't b bothered to think of anything else.
been reading John Sung.
The Billy Graham of China.
someone u don't expect to be a pastor..
more like a hooligan.. but still God used him..

i'm gona sleep.
BUT.juswana say..
nights! :)

i can't explain why..
but i'm feeling kinda.. agitated.
been really... on the edge of my seat...
feeling weird, awkward..
i felt so angry...
particularly at the bus driver at the marina barrage.
what a wimp.
aparrantly it wasn't such a big deal actually..
what happened was that we were at marina barrage waiting for the shuttle bus.. and its super slow... so waiting in the rain.. and finally the small shuttle bus came.. so like.. all of us arki pple who went for the field trip boarded the bus.. thing was all of us could squeeze in.. but the uncle was like.. no standing.. . and like.. everyone had to get down..
i simply was so irritated he didn't let all of us get on.

yeah..
now that i think about it.. he was just doing his job..
but i was so pissed about it yesterday.

and i find it weird..
cuz normally i wouldn't get so worked up..
so something's up with me..
but what.?

i need to lean on God for understanding.

clueless

its 830am on a friday morning.
i'm sitting in front of the computer.
and i don't know what to do.
i feel i ought to be doing something useful.
alas...alas...
time is precious.
my heart kinda is running to and fro.
wondering what i shall devote my attention to.
i cant sleep again.
our hours are so limited.
but still i guess most of the time,
the excuse of 'i don't have time' seldom holds.
its just whether we really want to do something.
or not.

do we have the guts to stick to what we want to do?..
or do we have the discipline?.

personally. i lack discipline..
but lately.. this voice in me keeps keeping me in check.
and i've been slowly trying to avoid ignoring it.

i read that life's biggest mistakes are often what makes us wiser.

its the little things

i was on the bus home frm eve's place today.
was one of the most thrilling bus rides..
partly because i missed the last bus at Eve's place and i was trying a totally different path. changed bus 3 times. and.. each time i almost missed the last bus.. so imagine.. i was hopping around.. trying to catching the last bus home.

well.. dosn't sound like much.. but it was exciting. cuz every bus that i took was the last bus.. so there was the very real chance that i would have to walk back home from one of the bus stops that i had dropped off at.. either that or i would have had to take a cab back..

*yawns* im tired.
gd nite.
good day.
happy valentines.
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