Punyeta, bakit hindi lumalabas header ko.

Anyway.

Is it just me, or am I actually starting to act my age?

A ninang of mine gives me two $50 dollar bills and instead of the usual books, parlor and useless-things-but-they're-so-cute-i-gotta-have-them images in my head, I suddenly blink and say:

"Savings account."

Being a Peter Pan aficionado, this is a huge leap. And contrary to popular Neverland belief, it's actually... nice.

It's never too early for anything, right? I've seen flashes of my 30-year old self living in the slumps with hundreds of children and no husband and heck, for women who actually survive these things, I salute you (lapit na pala Mother's Day!), but that doesn't fit me at all. I've got dreams, B I G O N E S, and I don't just want to reach them. I want to grab them, glue them to every inch of my body and stuff the rest in my backpack.

Oh and keep the rest in my sock drawer.