HI FRIENDS!

Ladies and gentlemen, two years after college, we are doomed!!!

Careers. Disgusting. Not everyone is Paris Hilton, but we all fear ending up like what'shername, that girl form Batch '98 who can't even produce a hundred pesos to save her life, and her lovechild's. Or maybe the honors student walks endlessly around business districts (doesn's matter where she is --- Makati, SHeikh Zayed, TImbuktu) to make her presence known to international companies that need brilliant minds. Dear God, please make me wake up tomorrow morning to find that I'm also an heiress.

Youth. Don't we all struggle to avoid looking old, thinking old and experiencing backaches without a hunk to give us an oil massage. Let's give it up for the face creams and body lotions and anti-aging capsules that give our skin that healthy seventeen-year-old glow.

Love. At 23, we've had, maybe one, two, three, four relationships that we wished would magically transform into a happy family. Hahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha.
Ok, so maybe that's not possible, so we go out on dates just to see if there are guys who don't try to get into our pants. Hahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahhahahaha.
So we pull our pants down and wear them again, just to see if there are any takers. And if there's positive response, you know the creams are working.

Body image. Large thighs then, larger now. Different strokes for different paranoid female tweny-somethings. Maybe the others have to live with large cheeks, or ridiculously large breasts hanging from their chests like papayas South East Asia. I'm not thin enough, God damn you!!!!

Or maybe we're not doomed. Let's change the world. Let's plant trees and recycle, and help build a school in Olongapo to keep the children off the streets. Let's build dams and donate old clothes to calamity victims, let's be generous for crying out loud! Let's burn our diplomas and sing WE ARE GONNA LOVE YOU, PEOPLE OF THE WORLD! WE ARE GONNA MAKE THIS A BETTER WORLD! And then we remember that one of the members of that singing group is an unwed mother, and we remember why we want a good job, a nice body, a loyal boyfriend and the constant fear of losing our youth.