That Kind of Love

Have you ever had a love that sends chills down your spine?

That while talking about mundane things, you find yourself staring at his or her lips and have to fight the urge to lean over and kiss them with no care for the rest of the world.

That you feel a current whenever your skin touches theirs.

That you get a rush of adrenaline each and every time you see that someone.

And you have that pride in your heart that this person cares for you as much.

That somehow, smiles come easier. There's a certain kind of light in your eyes, a skip in your step, a song in your voice. You get a heady feeling that the world is yours to conquer.

A love so powerful that a simple hug feels like it's all you need in the world, a sweet kiss leaves you breathless and hungry for more.

That the flowers are in bloom, the sun seems to shine brighter, the sky magnificently bluer, and the world is simply a better place.

Have you had that kind of love?

Yes, it's a practical world and people expect you to team up with the most logical choice, the nice guy next door who sent you flowers on your birthday, the sweet friend who brings you soup when you're sick or gives up his or her night to have a conversation with you over the phone and drives you home when you're too drunk, the girl whose dad is friends with your dad and you've known since you guys were kids. This is the choice that we are expected to make, that society dictates us to make.

But once in a while, you get feelings so strong, you feel like you were doused with a bucket of ice cold water. You don't get those often enough in a lifetime, some never get them at all.

So if you're one of the lucky ones to find that, you grab that chance, you take it.

For no matter how unsure you are of the future, no matter how uncertain you are of the outcome, that kind of love, it isn't something you just let pass you by.

Oi, it's May.

Today's the first day of May and it being a holiday, I've stayed in my bed far longer than what's usual, it (my bed) hasn't had this much sleep action since I stopped being a bum sometime last year. I actually woke up early because of a phone call (it was a wrong number), got up to prepare my breakfast (by "prepare" I meant, getting the food and arranging them on a plate) and brought it back to bed and ate it there.. here, I mean. Yep, I'm still horizontal while writing this post.

I wanted to sleep some more but apparently, there's only so much sleep time one's body can take, and I've reached the limit. So, here I am, cluttering up my journal for lack of better things to do in bed. I don't have anything important to say, really, but I'm in bed and my brain is refusing to tell its bodily functions to.. um.. function.

Yea, I get easily distracted, YM is keeping me distracted for the meantime. So let me end this bleh post with a general wish that this holiday will turn out to be a good one for all of us. *salutes*

There's pork in the barrel.

It's tax season once again and in all my years as a taxpaying citizen of this country (meaning, 3 long years), I've never had to compute for my own tax. I always just let the company accountants do their jobs. I mean, that's what they're there for, right? These accountants, they slaved away their college years as students learning to do that shiz. Their parents spent their hard-earned money for these kids to know how to add up the numbers. Companies pay these people good money so they do their maths right. So I figure, I might as well let them do their thing.

Besides, I do math like Peter does it.

I wish I was kidding.

This year, because I had two employers for 2008, I had to file my own Income Tax Return (ITR) to consolidate the taxes withheld from both companies.
Because both these companies computed for my taxes separately, and deducted exemptions for the year separately, there was a discrepancy in the total amount that I had to pay the government. And because yesterday was the last day for filing ITRs, I had to pay the remaining amount in full on that day, leaving me a whole lot poorer and a whole lot unhappier. Burned a whole in my already burnt pocket, that one did. So yea, it'll be water for dinner for the next half a year or so. On the upside, I'll probably lose the extra pounds I've been wanting to lose.

Anyway, I prepared all the forms in the morning, and decided to give up my lunch break to file the papers and expected to be back a couple of hours in. But crawling through Makati lunch hour traffic and looking for parking near the BIR building took me about an hour and a half already. Waiting in line with all the last minute filers took longer and it was extremely agitating for everyone. It was a sweltering day, and strangers were in close quarters, all sweaty and antsy, having been required by the law to pay their hard earned money to the country. Tension was understandable and expected. While waiting in line, I met quite a few interesting people. The stereotypes amused me, so that's what my next blog entry will be about.

The trip took a good four hours of my day, longer than planned. I was tired and sweaty (and late for work) after it, but it was a pretty good experience, all in all. Now I don't have to depend solely on the accountants to do my taxes for me next year. I now know to compute how much pork to put in the barrel.