Growing up on Avenue Q

March 15th, 2010

Avenue Q is the ultimate twenteensomething musical play. It’s twisted, it’s funny, but most of all, it rings true. Sure, I was raised on Sesame Street, but growing up, I realized that life isn’t as happy-go-lucky as the puppets made it seem to be.

Cookies, I learned, were full of unnecessary calories and downing them as quickly as Cookie Monster did made adults frown; two grown-up men living together usually meant they were gay, and when you sent back your orders frequently to the waiter (as Grover’s constantly unsatisfied customers did), they usually spit in your soup. Stuff like that.

So when I watched Avenue Q with a bunch of friends over the weekend, there was no stopping the laughs that came in song after song. If your humor’s as twisted as your life is, there’s definitely an Avenue Q song for you. Check out which song could be the soundtrack of your life.

“What Do You Do With a BA in English?”

Listen to it if you’re: Doing a job that has nothing to do with your college degree. Or if you can’t seem to land a decent job that you’re interested in.

Key line: “What do you do with a B.A. in English/What is my life going to be? Four years of college and plenty of knowledge/ Have earned me this useless degree.”

My “What Do You Do With a BA in English?” moment: I graduated with a degree in Journalism and not BA English, but it sometimes comes pretty close. I freelanced for a year after graduation, and you know how older people feel about freelancing—it has the same credibility as being a “consultant,” which is equal to not having a stable job in the eyes of the parental units.

Also, my sister is about to graduate with a degree in Management in Applied Chemistry, and nerdy as that may sound, I know she’s gonna rake in the cash someday. She and her friends developed a pain reliever cream for a project and now, a nationwide drugstore wants to distribute it. Which pretty much means they’ll be richer than me someday. I wanted to go back in time and shoot my high school self for picking the noble literary route.

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Marcia, Marcia, Marcia

March 14th, 2010

It was a topic I didn’t want to bring up myself, but I wanted to discuss it. After all, my parents already knew that I was somehow—miraculously, I think—accepted to Columbia University’s grad school for the Fall 2010 term, but for some reason, they weren’t talking about it when they got back from Hong Kong earlier this evening. At all.

Dinner was filled with small talk, as I agonized every other topic that was not related to what I wanted to say.

“What can be done in Singapore?” my dad asked over bites of dimsum.

“Erm… Night Safari?” I suggested.

“Yes,” he said thoughtfully, nodding to himself. “I’ll look it up later.”

It was maddening. No one, not one, seemed to care about my making it to grad school when I thought it was the biggest deal in the world, primarily because I never even expected to pass at all. Every time someone asked about the colleges I applied to, I always started with a disclaimer: “Hey, I just applied to Columbia just so I could say I tried. I know it’s a really long shot, and I’m not expecting anything, but there you go; it’s too much of me, right?” I would say in a nervous, rushed whisper.

Finally, 40 minutes into dinner, I gave up waiting for someone to say something. I was wondering if the grad school acceptance was actually an overblown event in my mind, and not really something to run, jump, sing and dance about. There was only one way to make sure.

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For all the comments, danke schön

February 16th, 2010

While going through all the entries for the contest I posted the other day, I have to admit I was a little surprised by the feedback. It’s been less than 48 hours since I made my blog public, and I’ve been reading a lot of comments about how people feel about being “twenteensomething.” It’s a strange term, but I thought it was apt one to describe that feeling of being at another awkward, in-between age–like Peter Pan in the real world (I’m 25 years old, by the way).

Sending some love with these ironic cookies :p

Anyway, feedback is always welcome at this site. I’ll be running contests on a regular basis, but at the same time, I don’t want this to be a freebie-giveaway blog. I wanted to share stuff and hear what’s on your mind again. Hitting 25 and finding myself in a quarter-life crisis (yes mom, it’s real!) made me question a lot of things about myself and the world at large, and I wanted to  chronicle how things went for me–and learn from other twenteensomethings as well.

What do you want to see on this blog that you can’t get in a magazine or a newspaper? Let me know.



this is not the new design yet

January 31st, 2010

I just got bored with the scrapbook layout and went for something cleaner. Karlo, my website designer, hopes to finish everything by this week. Looking forward to that!

Delegates at the Berlin Reichstag

In other news, it’s been a year since I flew off to Berlin, Germany for the Multimedia and Online Journalism course. Sentimentality comes up in leaps and bounds when it’s time for anniversaries. I found myself visiting the Facebook site of this year’s delegate, a journ batchmate from UP Diliman. My heart literally hurt, knowing how much fun he was already having (particularly because I think it was his very first trip abroad), and because I was envious of what was in store for him. Weird, because I already went through the same thing.

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