Friday the thirteenth and I’m stuck at my home office cramming to put together my company’s Income Tax Return which is due on Monday. While sorting out expenses, I stumbled on some interesting receipts. Aside from pictures and letters, nothing brings back memories like receipts. Like moments in life, some are nice and some you would love to just forget. The nice ones are:

1) the one from the time I got to catch up on things at Chocolate Kiss Café with my ex

2) the one from Haagen Daaz which reminded me of the ice cream I shared with a young colleague who wanted to go out with me

3) the receipt for the parts of the fountain I made for my sister on her birthday

4) the gas receipts for when I pushed my car to its limits just to go to nueva ecija in time for my friend’s wedding (it was fun but the gas I expended was not something to laugh at)

5) the bill for the roses I sent to London to greet a special person

The ones I wish I didn’t see again are:

1) the toll, gas, restaurants and shoe store receipts from the time I was deluding myself that this particular girl from paranaque liked me (I have a strong suspicion that I was being …. Never mind)

2) the receipt from the Hotel Intercontinental café where they served me and my date glasses of water laced with a handful of little cockroaches (and they didn’t even apologize for it)

3) motor shop receipt for one of my little fender benders (I swear, it was the bus that was at fault, the MMDA officer saw everything!)

4) the receipt from Saisaki edsa where we found rat turd in the sushi rice.

It is a nice way of looking at the year that passed. I get to relive the nice days and I remember the lessons from the expensive mistakes J