"... budgetting is...
... to remind us how broke we really are... "

You'll be amazed how many people actually do make plans on their financial portfolio.
John Lennon once said,

"Life happens when you are busy making plans."

Indeed he is right. Unfortunately for him, he did not manage to make much use of it, after being shot and all, but I guess that is not the main point.

I do take heed to what he said. Which explains why I am always broke in the beginning of the month. But to second my notion on my spendrift nature, I truly believe I am living my life the way I wanted it to. I do not want to stop and look back to find myself asking,

"Why didn't I do it before?"

I can live with only dollars enough for a bus fare but I can't live with regrets. You never know when you are gonna die anyway so might as well live through it like it was your last.

Now...

What should I buy today?


*confessions of a spend-a-holic

j0nb

"... demons, devils and angels...
... I am neither..."

This is dedicated to you Jolene :)


someone said,

"... Jon, your mom is really an extremist"
" yeah I know, try living with her"

Most of you might know what that particular someone is referring to. In case you do not, my mom is an extreme follower of her religion.

I have nothing against religions. I am a Christian myself just like my mother and family. It is just that sometimes my mom really take her beliefs to the next level. By means of next level I mean close to fanatical. The fact is that she did not crucify me on a cross or burn me on a stake made me believe that she is still an inch short of being a fanatic, which explains I'm not the godly or pious person you might know. But that is an entirely different story.

My mom, is the main reason why I totally refrain myself from the spiritual realm. Let me draw you some pictures.

I came back from work about 7am in the morning after an overnight shift. Almost going to bed, she came knocking on my door and start telling me how another friend of hers converted to Christianity. (minor note: Christians tends to be excited wee bit much when they manage to convince someone to join their flock... trust me) I was too tired to entertain her, so I told her I needed sleep, in a very grouchy tone. She was like,

"... see, Satan is stopping you from hearing the good news..."
" Ma, I've been up the whole night. Give me a break"
" Hmph, I am gonna rebuke you from the devil so you will accept his good news"
" ...you do whatever you want lah..."

Then I close the door on her. It does not stop her though. Next minute she started to murmur (speaking in "tongues" for all you Christians). Then it gets louder, and louder and LOUDER (almost hysterical). I gave up... I open the door... look her into the eyes... and said...

"where's the nearest Hospital?"
" why?"
"So I can go and kill myself"

Don't laugh. This is the kinda things I go through living with a person who have strong beliefs about God. It is really good. I have nothing against it, but please... leave me out of it.

I don't know if God exist or not, or to say I don't really care. I mean if HE does, and loves me unconditionally, its great. Does not affect me even if otherwise. Don't ask me why, or better, don't judge me. Why? Thou who judge would be judged... something like that, as the Christians would call it.

Besides my mom, I always believed that there is too much hypocrisy when it comes to Christianity. This is also in reference to Jolene's blog in which I agree to a certain extent. Then there is too many questions on the existence of the Lord in which created mere confusion that deters me in believing.

We were talking about Da Vincci Code the other day,

Raymond said "... ohhh, Da Vincci the guy... what was it about again ha?"

*shakes head

But yeah, the story itself is indeed fictional. It did cause uneasiness towards some believers but then again why should it? A firm Christian would have torched the bookstore if she/he could.

This is off the record, but I assume this Christianity thing is just a huge syndicate that is bound to be discovered as the years go by. I have always wonder, what would happen if WE found out that there was no such thing as Jesus Christ, or he was not as what we know as the son of God but just a mere conman who understand and excels in manipulating people to follow his side? That will indeed be an opening for an apocalypse.

There is so many questions I have in mind, but they would tell me to have faith and all those will be answered. How in the world you want me to believe if you can't even give me a simple explanation? In the book of Genesis, the first verse, talked about the creation of Earth. 7 days in total. 7 days in God's days might have meant 3,000,000,000,000,000 years. Because after he separated the sea and the land, light and dark, he totally skipped Dinosaurs and created birds and fishes. Great.

Jackee said "... the 2 person God created... was a remake of Snow White eating the apple"

*shakes head again

This 2 beings is another joke (no offense to Adam and Eve). I don't know what Christians have against apples and snakes, but talking snakes would definitely scare the shit out of me. But yeah, to them, this 2 ultimate beings are the reasons to our existence. Now to ponder, we are the descendants of Adam and Eve, which means also that your wife or your husband is also a descendant of Adam and Eve. So we are brothers and sisters no? So why is it wrong to be sleeping with your blood brother or worst, your mother if our existence started off on that foot? More even so, why not polygamy? Why is it against the 10 Commandments when this was how it was?

I can go on with the things my mom filled me with and the questions that comes along with it. But I'm afraid I might be assassinated.

To sum it up, I honestly do not care what a religion is based on as long it does not harm anyone. Just hopefully it does not force you to believe in it like how my mom does. You can't really tell if a religion is right or wrong. WE decide what is right or wrong. What is humanely acceptable for the society is always perceived to be right.

This is a food for thought for some, or poison, you decide.

As for me... I've decided ^_^

j0nb

"... who are you?...
... what are you?..."

I am just as normal as any of you. Some might really disagree just because I don't think parallel to you but seriously...

How does that make me any different?

If I blend rice and drink them instead of eating them the way they should makes me abnormal? I believe I still have my share of carbs, just differently yet still the same.

If I practice polygamy, does that makes me unfaithful? I don't cheat, I don't lie and yet I love them unconditionally.

If I want a son who's mixed with foreign blood, and the fact I only have a Chinese wife, does that make me crazy? I just want what is best for my very own son.

Before I go on, let me clarify on the details above... the first two letters of those sentences are KEY~~

So yeah, I am the same person as any person you have met or known. I have the same needs and wants. Maybe my approach is slightly different but it does not give you the right to judge.

I was out with the bunch just now, and Sheryl asked me,

" do you sleep?"
" of course I do, the question is when. Why did you ask?"
" well I see you every night and then you go to work, then I see you again... "
" this is called TIME MANAGEMENT"
"yeer so abnormal..."

As long as I have my 8 hours (or maybe less) who cares what time I sleep? I'm not insomniac, neither am I having trouble sleeping at the right time. I mean seriously, there is no right time. The right time is when I have the time to rest enough, go to work fresh and play hard, is all that counts.

This is just a small example of my irregularity...

which makes me the most regular person you will ever know ^_^


j0nb

"... it is not being lazy...
... it's regenerating if not recuperating... "

I apologize for being stagnant again. You just don't know how difficult it is to think of something significant to pen down whereby when you have the chance to read through it again you won't be asking yourself,

"... I don't have anything else better to do?..."

Or maybe I am just saving up all the good memoirs and readying myself for the greatest piece in abstract literature (if there is such a term) to ensure people who does read what I wrote more even myself, a good run for their money.

Perhaps, I mentioned earlier that I would want to redecorate this very "space" in a way that it will not bore the living shit out of you.

------------------- *another voice speaks*---------------------

... but seriously Jon... enough of excuses...

You're just LAZY, procrastinating, s l o w, indecisive... everything... but none from the above.

----------------------------
Here's some examples

It took you an hour later to reach your office

It took you 2 weeks to write to your real father (128 words-email)
It took you 3 months to update your blog
It took you 6 months to go the bank to settle your finance
It took you 7 days to get a fresh new pair of undies from the cleaners
It took you 365 days to hand in that assignment you owe your dean
It took you 4300km extra to get your car serviced (not yet btw)

That is a whole lot of numbers you have intentionally elongated to get a certain work done. I suppose you might be thinking that there could not be any justification to the things that you do or have done.

On the other hand,

You have made time for sleep
You have made time for people who needed your attention
You have made time for recreation
You have made time to inspire your mind
You have made time to look at things thoroughly if not differently
You have made time to appreciate the sudden things that come in your way


... You have taken and you have made... shouldn't it reconcile in your life's ledger, just like credit and debit? No?

Which explains why you are still in your office when your work was suppose to end 2 hours ago and your work is still not done, hence, YOU updated your blog!!!

A-M-A-Z-I-N-G


j0nb