|The sun set over another sleepy Sunday. The intersection was a good place to meet you.|
To get off, I've recently applied for a Tax Identification Number at the regional office near our place. It took me almost an hour to get to the office, nearly two hours in queue for the payments and another hour for transactions. The heat was unbelievable. It was like putting your head near the barbecue grill. Only the embers were not present. I found out that I have to file monthly, quarterly and yearly. Plus, I need to pay an additional percentage of my salary. The cheese just got sliced further. I think I'll be left with gossamer thin snips of pay.
Just finished painting the final coating for my Pa's bike. I decided to go for a flat black finish. Got the bars and handle post painted too. That was before I finished my driving practice. It was a success, I didn't hit anyone or anything on the way. My Pa gave out a sigh of relief.
Also got a sketch of my graduation picture from my uncle from the province. It was a charcoal sketch. It was framed in cheap wood, you can still see the nails used to fasten the illustration board inside. It was nothing special at first glance. It looked cheap and badly done, really. But the thing is, it was done inside prison. My uncle is being detained until his arraignment. That was something to do even in my current status. I don't do special shit for relatives. Never have. That made the sketch special, heck, even I looked special on the portrait.
Lastly, I had success in cooking my first sinigang na ulo ng salmon (pink salmon, to be specific.) I cooked it in miso. It was good, not great, just plain good. My Ma also made turon but it looked like lumpia. It was good, not great as it is, just plain good. But due to the fact that my Ma made them for me, it was delicious. I ended up looking for it after dinner.
It was a simply fulfilling day, weekend. I didn't know why, exactly. It just felt good, not great, just plain good. I ended up missing my wee one, also dreamt of him all grown up by I managed to forgot what he looked like. And that made me glad. It would have been cheating if I got to remember.