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Are you a Yuppie or a Yuckie?



Sitting there in your chair waiting for your name to be called to receive your diploma, the scene of you inside your own office room, answering e-mails in your laptop and you walking along Makati towards your parked Black Jaguar, flashed in your mind. Then a tap from a friend’s shoulder zap you back to reality. All of a sudden, you began to get frantic thinking what lies ahead on your future? Would you be able to get a job right away or would you just add up on the thousands of bummer out there?
Would you be able to proudly say to everyone that “Hey World, I’m now a full-pledged Yuppie!” or… “Hey World, I’m now a full-pledged Yuckie!”?
Read on and get the lowdown that’ll help you distinguish if you’re really a Yuppie or a … Yuckie.



You’re a real Yuppie if:

· You’re walking along Makati wearing your best formal clothes.
· After office hours, you can be seen with your colleagues at a nearby Starbucks in your office.
· You earn at least 15,000 a month.
· You ride a cab on your way to work.
· You’re on the phone the whole day following up interviews.
· You’re stuck up in front of the computer typing the mountain-like file of the office.
· Your head almost burst out thinking of the piled up works that are needed to be done.


You’re a Yuckie if:

· You can be seen strolling on the mall sporting a ragged outfit.
· At the end of the day, you can be seen at a nearby sari-sari store chatting and laughing your heart out with your friends while feasting on an isaw (Chicken guts).
· You’re always waiting for the 15th to come so you can ask mom or dad for some dough.
· You ride an FX or Jeepney on your way to the mall. (talking about cash shortage).
· You’re on the phone the whole day killing time with your friends, gabbing about nonsense stuffs.
· You’re stuck up in front of the computer playing games or just hooked surfing on the net.
· Your head almost burst out thinking what you’re going to do for the rest of the day.
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