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Thursday, October 20, 2005
People born from 1982-1995. Our generation. Our time. We are 80 million in the US alone and we're growing. The world is our oyster. Or is it really?

We do consider ourselves collectively special; is it because we feel we own the world or does the world secretly own us?

I am an echo boomer. Born in 1983, I am born in a generation of I-pods, DVDs, cell phones and electronic mail. This article resonates some truth in a way that we are a generation that is used to being catered to. We aspire for individualism because we feel we were protected all our lives. I haven’t even once, eaten in a public place alone. I guess we’re just a generation used to doing things together; which isn’t necessarily bad.

There is not much difference from echo boomers who live here or live abroad. Most of us aim to please for the reason that we’re used to being held at a pedestal by people in our lives. We are overachievers. When I was in high school the qualifying CGPA for you to be the school valedictorian was 95. The school had to change the grading system or our batch would have welcomed 6 valedictorians instead of just 1. About 5 would be salutatorians and half the grade would graduate with distinction or with a special award. We do aim to be on top. We just don’t mind sharing the spotlight with someone else who’s equally earned it.

I think the “aim to please” mindset is a little bit harsh. We are not a generation of sycophants. Most of people I know, including myself do things right for the betterment of everybody. We’re strong believers of the “Win/win” philosophy. We are, what you may call-- traditional liberals. Our rules demand that you welcome everyone from every background no matter what status… it is based on open-minded ideals. Individuality is misplaced because with all the opportunity laid down before us, we want to try everything and literally, be all what we can be.

People say we are cynical towards advertisements but 5 out of 10 echo boomers trust the governmentP Most people I know here and back home are democrats. I kind of believe most of the people in this generation have the realization that not everything printed on paper is considered truth. As more calamities arise (such as Hurricane Katrina and Rita and the earthquake in Pakistan or 9/11); people in our generation have grown more cynical not knowing who to trust or what to trust.

Most people I know do succumb to trends though. Pop culture dictates life. Everyone has an I-pod, everyone has On-demand. We are heavy users of cellular phones and the Internet. It is almost impossible for someone not to reach someone in today’s technology driven world. My philosophy is, if you can’t reach someone, chances are, that person doesn’t want to be reached. Word of mouth and buzz creates a more credible stand for marketers because as said, growing cynicism makes us distrust anything delivered in packaged messages. We question everything we meet because we’ve lived in a world of surging information which has not always been accurate.

The way this generation has the potential to be something great is quite a testament to the generation who raised them. Most of our baby boomer parents lived through war and dictatorship. After the chaos of totalitarianism, no one would want to raise a Hitler or a Stalin. Baby boomers raised their kids, not to rule the world but to make a difference.

So to answer the above question; we do consider ourselves special; not because the world’s attention is on us, but because we feel that we are in the position to change it. And what generation is more unified to do just that?



mades [ 4:15 PM ]
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Monday, October 17, 2005
I'm reading my dear cousin's blog "Graveyard of Airships". Quite interesting. Witty, funny... his entries are deliciously delectable. You ride through his anxieties and laugh because he thinks failing English is the end of the world and his main priority as of the moment is to get an A in Economics.

He complains of his parents living in a different era. His wannabe-rockstar brother delirously strumming guitar strings to wake up the dead. His blog is a glass full of cynicism I could drop the tiniest particle known to man and make it overflow.

It is everyday life transfered into paper. His life. Thoughts, dreams and frustrations, frustrations frustrations. Finding himself, asking questions about life. What am I doing in college? Why are my parents up my ass? Why can't the teacher just get it??

I have no frustrations to fire. Nor is my day as eventful worthy blabbing about. But I will blab for the sake of mentioning it. I wake up. I go for Yogalates, I do cardio for 30 minutes, abs and triceps. I take a lengthy shower, listening to a bunch of girls talk about a guy they knew about in the radio. I spent about 5 minutes in the sauna, got dressed and went back to the apartment.

Buzzed. It's the mailman. My Miss Saigon cd is here. I spend the next hour listening to it. God, I love this play.I spend the next hour in a yogalates position listening to Kim and John and Chris with my eyes closed. Wars have come and gone and as soon as Kim killed herself and the music swells I know I'm done with it for the day.

Nothing is ever on basic cable, except maybe Thursday and Sunday nights. So I surf to no avail and end up watching the Disney Channel. I brush my teeth, got my jacket and took the train at 5 for my 6 o clock Sales class.

Venti Caramel Apple Cider please.

The class was funny. Sales class is always entertaining. I feel bad I didn't read the last chapter. I should do my part for the learning process. Is this me writing? I cannot believe it. I really am a dork. Wearin' my hotness high heel boots boots. The cold is seeping through my layers.

Someone turned the AC at the T. I stare at a girl with white headphones. God, I need an Ipod. How much do I have left in my account? Need to pay my friggin credit card bill. Oh wow.

I want to suddenly rush things. Give me a real job please.

I'm getting up tomorrow for the GYM.

I am lost yet I'm not. Self searching's making me sleepy.

GOODNIGHT


mades [ 2:02 AM ]
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