Well since everyone else have seem to have considered a sudden revival ala CPR to their blogs, figured i too shall post something.
Tax season is around the corner. Now i have no clue about tax. Nothing, nada. All i know is that it's suppose to be the only certain thing other than death.
That's why i have a tax friend. That's always handy.
Probably a good idea also to have a medical friend, accountant friend as well as a medical friend. Just in case you know.
Me? I'm the landscape architect friend and i don't bring much to the table, i'll openly admit. Since i refuse to do gardens anyway. Because doing my dads is tough enough as it is. And also i'm not very good with plants.
But i digress.
I know nothing about tax because, well i don't pay taxes. I'm don't need to apparently (i sure hope so) but if you one day find me calling you for help from jail (any lawyers reading my blog? I need a friend) you could probably guess why.
Ahem. So what is tax anyway?
To me, tax is like the bill at the end of a dinner you never knew you ordered.
"Lobster in sharkfin sauce sprinkled with caviar and truffle? I don't remember eating this!"
We pay them anyway because the waiter says you ate them. And you vaguely remember playing with the lobster claw. But deep down we all think about not paying and just making a break just before the desserts come along on a Chinese 10 course meal. Then never come back to the restaurant again.
Fortunately for us restaurants don't have agents to come knocking to your door.
Or do they?
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