Pounding The Keyboard

      So you’re a freelance artist/writer who wants to pay taxes and get a BIR receipt. The first step you should take is go to your Revenue District Office (RDO), this is the BIR office that issued you your TIN. But you still don’t have TIN? Then, go to the RDO that has jurisdiction over your residence and apply for one ( I don’t think there are documents needed here, but just in case, bring a valid ID and some cash). Click HERE for a list of Revenue District Offices.       Once inside your RDO (this is assuming you already have TIN),   go to the counter for NEW REGISTRATION (tell the guard you’ll be registering as a new taxpayer so he could point you the right window). Tell the NEW REGISTRATION officer in the window that you want to register as a FREELANCER (Professional), tell him you’re a writer or an artist, and he’ll then give you a list of documents to procure (it will most likely include a barangay certificate, a birth certificate (if you’re single) or a marriage c

      So we were inside this café and I was looking at my latte, wondering if there were three hearts there or four or more when one of my companions suddenly asked, “Do you still have contacts with (she mentioned a married former friend)? How is he? "               I don’t know, I thought, probably still fantasizing over a pretty single colleague of his who he thought was fair game (what an idiot!). But I just smirked and didn’t say anything and I looked back at my coffee, which was inviting and seemed delicious. I would allow no horrible thoughts to distract me from enjoying my coffee. Our form of relaxing after a grueling window-shopping (lol) at the mall was to have a cup of delicious coffee. Coffee’s known to alleviate depression (you’d be depressed after failing to buy the things you like) and protect the heart and liver, but drink too much of it and it will give you anxiety and insomnia.       At home, I often drink my coffee black and without sugar. Why

Today is the day you kiss Something dear Not a pretty miss But a bottle of beer Today is the day you move closer Towards your grave And farther From your crib Today is the day you should count All your blessings Then flaunt All your misgivings Today is the day you both die And live a little And laugh and cry  And whittle