I'm getting ooold...

Some signs that I am indeed getting old...
1. I hate those boys and girls who wear polo shirts with their collars intentionally raised.
2. Saturday night is spent playing poker with cousins (and girlfriends/boyfriends), sipping wine, and eating cheese.
3. My barkada and I hang out in Joe's house...and rarely seeing each other, it feels like a reunion.
4. I can no longer wear my tight baston pants because they're now too tight!
5. When I finally find the time or energy to spend the night out, I feel out of place because everyone looks three or four years younger than me.
6. ...and as the clock strikes one, I'm sleepy and ready to go home.
7. I'm concerned with taxes during pay day and wonder where they go.
8. I get to see kick ass indie bands perform live...and I say to myself "I could have done that when I was their age."

*sigh*

I can't believe I'm done with high school and college, the supposed "prime time" to enjoy. And so to make me feel better, I'm singing this to myself:

Time is never time at all
You can never ever leave without leaving a peace of youth
And our lives are forever changed
We will never be the same
The more you change the less you feel
Believe believe in me believe
That life can change that you're not stuck in vain
We're not the same we're different tonight
Tonight so bright tonight