I finished reading Eclipse on Wednesday night. The last few chapters threw me off, making me feel as emotionally confused as Bella did. So now, while waiting for the fourth and final book in the Twilight Series, Breaking Dawn, to reach Malaysia, I am -- don't mock me -- re-reading Twilight. Heh.
This second reading is much more slower than before. If before, I raced through the pages to know what was going to happen, this time, I'm just pacing myself slowly, reading each line with greater insight and appreciating the subtle nuances and innuendos that Meyer has inserted into her prose.
Am I pathetic? Oh, hell yes! Gloriously so. I don't mind being teased for this obsession for what's considered a young adult novel. I think I need a healthy dose of romance right now in my life.
After giving birth and nursing my baby these past six months, I have lost all sense of myself as a woman. Where was that girl who was all womanly, sexy and adorable -- well, to my hubby at least.
I don't feel that way about myself lately. But from the bum-pinching I keep getting, I guess zane still thinks I'm attractive. That's a relief!
But sometimes a girl -- whether she's a virginal apple or a rotten old banana -- just wants to be wooed. You know, the whole dress-up, open the car door, nice dinner and dessert, flower thing. Sans baby, of course. It's cliche, but those things really work. It creates ambience and mood. Well, at least till the next feeding session, I suppose.
Zane and I haven't been to a decent restaurant together, just the two of us, in months! Seeing that I have a long lunch break on Fridays, I asked him if he'd like to have lunch with me today. I was thinking Cova, at The Gardens. Lovely place. Reminded me of my time in Sydney. I guess we could splurge a little.
But he only went to bed at 5 am this morning.
Give me a wake-up call at 10:45 okay, he said, exhaustion in his eyes.
Takpelah sayang. If you're too tired, then that's okay. We'll make it another Friday, I conceded, but still hopeful.
Oh, okay.
So with that, ladies and gentlemen, I'm dateless on a Friday.
:-(
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If, in the light of things, you fade real, yet wanly withdrawn to our determined and appropriate distance, like the moon left on all night among the leaves, may you invisibly delight this house; O star, doubly compassionate, who came too soon for twilight, too late for dawn, may your pale flame direct the worst in us through chaos with the passion of plain day.
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