As with many teenagers and teenager-wanna be’s right now, I am now officially and insanely hooked with Twilight… I could not resist buying my own boxed set of Stephenie Meyer’s masterpiece. Believe me, the feeling of satisfaction was nothing like buying a new Zara, Mango or Kamiseta dress… it is utterly beyond words… magical perhaps… like I now have my own vampire Edward with me…. Insane…
Reading the Twilight saga has indeed been worth the many sleep deprivations I have had in the last 4 weeks. Maybe, the thing that made me really guilty was the fact that I stole away some time that was supposedly meant for my children and work (By the way, I am now a non-bum… I accepted a teaching assignment in another school). Anyway, I really have the tendency to be easily addicted at something. I can still vividly recall how I fell maddeningly infatuated with Jo In Sung of Memories of Bali and Jerry Yan of Meteor Garden… At 31, however, I have now learned to discriminate my thoughts… like for example realizing that my fanaticism with Edward Cullen is not the same as that of Robert Pattinson.
Part of it is that I really love to read a good novel once in a while. I would gladly zoom in the pages of my favorite fiction than read inspirational materials. I get a knack out of following the lives of make-believe characters… crying with them and feeling their pain, laughing or fuming with anger with them, and of course, relishing the kilig moments, as if I am really a part of the story … Insane again…
Right about now, I am enjoying my second round of Twilight madness… squeezing in the opportunity once in a while amidst my chaotic but happy world of reality… These few and stolen moments elate me in ways that are indescribable… Not really alienating me from what is real but more of appreciating everything that I have. I have my Edward in the person of my loving and funny Paulo, I have my own Cullens, I have my Reneesmes’… what more can I ask for? I mean, really, when I think about it, life could not be much better than this…
