THE WHITE FAIRY DRESS
I have noticed three not-necessarily-negatively alarming changes in me:
1. This first one actually surprised me...I don't have sufficient energy anymore to last me with my usual dose of shopping! When I was with Jonathan in Greenhills one time, I think I even begged him to take me home already way early than our planned departure. For a known shopping whore like me, a couple of hours of the real world is only proportion to 5 minutes in the shopper's world. It saddened me that we had to leave already (though I was the one who asked). My eyes hadn't even feasted enough yet on the glorious clothes, shoes, bags, accessories, CDs, books, etc. that have never failed even once to tempt me; but I simply had no choice. I WAS VERY TIRED; it was a struggle to even move a foot. Since then, I've always been like this; always too tired quickly. My stamina obviously decreased. I blame it on consecutive sleepless, comfortless, luxuryless days and nights spent on the College of Fine Arts and Design of UST. Now I even can't get out of this low blood state no matter how hard I try. I don't even have enough blood to make me jumpstart a day. Hmfh. Why does "being in Fine Arts" have to be synonymous to "restless"?
2. Then, being in Fully Booked and Power Books don't excite me as much anymore. I used to be bookworm. Every time I'd be in a mall, I'd always go straight to bookstores (though I love clothes just as much as books) and see what new book purchase I could have. I remember I also used to like collecting (or trying to complete) as much books as I can from the same author. The biggest collection I have is of R.L. Stine's, author of Goosebumps and other scary reads. I like to read Goosebumps even its stories are all too childish for me now. I realized it's been years since I bought a book. I still am a bookworm; but maybe not just as crazy as before. Now, even if I see a book that I know is great and will make me "cooler" if I own it (haha!!!), after I read its summary at the back cover, I immediately put it down and couldn't care less. I still love reading books and I'll always have my whole life in gratitude to it for making my vocabulary this enhanced, but I simply probably now lack something that will make me have in my hands as many books as they can take hold of.
3. Lastly, something must be wrong with this summer...because a a month and a few days have passed but I only have gone swimming once!!! ONCE!!! Me? Someone who must have been a sea creature ( or something else that absolutely loves water) in a past life, have not gone swimming as much during summer??? Oh well.