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Happy Holidays
23
Dec 2009
There’s nothing like drinking eggnog – or ice-cold beer, whichever you prefer – and eating food that will probably add more lbs and elevate your cholesterol level and blood pressure as you stare at your well-lit tree on a chilly Christmas night.
Cheers for the holidays, ladies and gents!
We went to Alay ng Puso and I didn’t pick up a single toddler and treated him like he was my pamangkin or cousin. Or as someone who’d infallibly affect my life in some way.
- Alay ng Puso Kids’ Conference
Yuppie Experience: Back to Work
18
Mar 2009
How do I justify to myself that I have to start working again when I know working in another corpo environment sucks big time and is isn’t very interesting at all? (And pays poorly, if I may add.)
Answer: I make realistic-sounding, fool-proof reasons that I shall coin “short-term goals”. Catchy, right?
I’m starting “real work” again on Monday, and will be in another cage without scenery until I get that “dream job” I’ve been aiming for – hopefully, I won’t have to wait for years to realize that one single absurd and utterly pointless “dream” that will put me in a different kind of enclosure. But moving on to the positive side of things, specifically, the “short-term goals”… I’ve just made up some. more…
Potpourri
25
Feb 2009
FICTION posted by Mai
“Mind yourself now,” his wife called out when he slowly pulled out the car from the garage. “And take care of yourself!”
“Yeah, I will,” he answered through the rolled-down car window. As soon as the car was properly positioned by the road outside, he beckoned to his wife for a good-bye kiss. “Take care, too. And thanks for the present. I’ll use it. My word.”
“And control yourself, beloved,” she whispered against his ear.
“Yeah. I promise.” He drove off happily, and in slightly good sprits. The present in question, an unopened pot of peppermint-scented potpourri taped to the leather dashboard, waiting to be given proper acknowledgement. The man turned on the radio and listened to his MP3 player, whose playlist was altered by his wife, who deemed the song selection as too ‘provocative’. His lip slightly curled in distaste when he found out that his wife had inserted a couple of Simon and Garfunkle songs, which he promptly skipped with a deft flick of his finger.
“Goddamn b…graah,” he groaned and gritted his teeth in a great effort to stop himself from cursing loudly. He promised his wife. I promised. “Emo of the sixties, they are,” he grudgingly blurted out, frustrated and at the same time relieved that he was able to voice out his aversion without breaking his word. more…
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YUPPIE – Young Underpaid Professional
02
Oct 2008
Posted by Rio S.
Disclaimer: Don’t get us wrong, we’re not defeatists. Far from it actually, for those who strive for world domination require constitutions of steel – and highly developed senses of irony. Someday, the Young Underpaid Professionals will be the ones sitting on the seats of power (or at least, hopefully) – what’s wrong with chronicling the journey of getting there?
yup·pie [yuhp-ee]
-noun (often initial capital letter)
a young, ambitious, and well-educated city-dweller who has a professional career and an affluent lifestyle.
Also, yuppy.
[Origin: 1980-85, Americanism; y(oung) u(rban) p(rofessional) + -ie]
yuppie. (n.d.). Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1). Retrieved September 23, 2008, from Dictionary.com website: http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/yuppie
Back when big hair and shoulder pads were still in fashion, the yuppie generation was booming. They were the Young Urban Professionals (also Young Upwardly-mobile Professionals). The term yuppie was first used to describe a demographic, though it wasn’t long before it turned into something derogatory. It’s a stereotype, go figure.
Meanwhile, our generation was still stuck in our cribs and drooling on our parents. During the eighties, we were still babies, toddlers, or evil little monsters trying to drive the adults mad. Twenty or so years later, we’re the peons of the workforce, primed and educated for spending the rest of our lives trying not to starve. We’re a different bunch though and your parents (or relatives) may have pointed this out one night during dinner or at a family reunion. more…
