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MONEY DON'T MATTER 2 NIGHT

Last Thursday was a finance day. Basically I got up early and went out to do "financial" errands. The morning had me going to Summit at Galleria. I picked up some checks that have been accumulating at their accounting department for sometime. To my horror it was the first time the bank denied cashing them. Well there's a backstory to that. The checks are really for deposit. I've been getting away with cashing them in. It was only now I was actually thwarted (makes me sound so evil doesn't?). Bummer. as I don't have a bank account I'll have to open one now. I know, I know. I should have one anyway. Good thing my trip there wasn't a complete waste. I got to pick up a new gadget to review from T3. It's called the Imation Disc Stakka. Wait for the review in next months issue.

After Galleria I went off to my old office, Kuni, to sign my Income Tax Return. The secretary called me the day before and asked me if I could drop by. She'd need my signature to file it. Being the lazy bastard that I am I went over just so I wouldn't have to file it myself. Surprise! When I got there she said the company miscomputed my income tax and that I owed about five grand more! Ambush man! I just had to exhale and say "Lugi talaga ako sa kompanyang to!". So I forked over the dough just to be done with the company. That just threw my finances into whack. To think, all that money is probably just going to go to some corrupt government official. Sheesh!

Badminton went much better. I was playing better than the previous week. Maybe I was imagining that the shuttle was my former company. Hitting it was easy. The gig right after was fun too. Cris and Margie were there. Too bad Cris was in a mini (normally that would be a good thing. Hi Cris! Don't mind me!), she couldn't play cajon. I would have wanted her to. Margie made a comment that since Cris is learning cajon, she should learn bass and Debbie (who was surprisingly missing) the guitar. Then they'd form a group called the "Coppertones". That would be awesome!

“MONEY DON'T MATTER 2 NIGHT”