I haven't felt this exhausted in weeks, but neither also have my eyes been clearer in years.

 

I never liked research. I never liked reading NGO/LGU/GO/etc. documents. I never liked the jargon. I never liked skimming through pages and pages of dusty theses. I never liked transcribing taped conferences. I've grown tired of going to meetings. They make me wonder why I even finished anthropology. And now I'm an R.A.

My sibling still lives with us despite his announcement last month that he will move out at the end of May (2004). I wouldn't have been surprised, if it weren't for my wishful thinking. I should have known better really, male sheep would never leave home unless their bags are packed for them, and their new pad found and the rent paid for them.

Now he's fussing over his 3rd-hand, 1980-something model of a giant car, and bothering our parents about it besides. He always makes my mother feel inadequate as a provider, since she's probably the only one who still tolerates him whenever he says anything related to money.

I don't remember how many times I heard the song today, I thought the computer shop put their player on loop. Then I heard a DJ talk. I wonder how much he's making.

 

I got this through e-mail.
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Motto: Be sure to cancel your credit cards before you die.

My Aunt died this past January. Citi Bank billed her for February and
March for their monthly service charge on her credit card, and then added late fees and interest on the monthly charge...the balance had been $0.00...now was somewhere around P3,600.00

I placed the following phone call to CitiBank:

Me: "I am calling to tell you that she died in January."

CitiBank: "The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply."

Me: "Maybe, you should turn it over to collections"

CitiBank: "Since it is 2 months past due, it already has been."

Me: "So, what will they do when they find out she is dead?"

CitiBank: "Either report her account to the frauds division, or report
her to the credit bureau maybe both!"

Me: "Do you think God will be mad at her?"

CitiBank:"...excuse me ?"

Me: "Did you just get what I was telling you.... the part about her
being dead?"

CitiBank: "Sir, you'll have to speak to my supervisor!"

(Supervisor gets on the phone)

Me: ''I'm calling to tell you, she died in January."

CitiBank: "The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply."

Me: "You mean you want to collect from her estate?"

CitiBank: ".....(stammer)" .... "Are you her lawyer?"

Me: "No, I'm her great nephew." (Lawyer info given... )

CitiBank: "Could you fax us a certificate of death?"

Me: "Sure." ( Fax number is given )

( After they get the fax. )

CitiBank: "Our system just isn't setup for death"

Me: "Oh..."

CitiBank: "I don't know what more I can do to help..."

Me: "Well... if you figure it out, great! If not, you could just keep
billing her...I suppose...don't really think she will care...."

CitiBank: "Well...the late fees and charges do still apply."

Me: "'Would you like her new billing address?"

CitiBank: "That might help."

Me: " (Manila Memorial Cemetery #### Sucat, P'que, and plot number given.)

CitiBank: "Sir, that's a cemetery!"

Me: "What do you do with dead people on your planet?

"I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg. Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh."