Twilight

I have a confession to make. I stalk blogs, I live other people's lives. Sometimes so much so I forget to live mine.

Tomorrow marks the end of my second week in semester 5. I officially dislike pharmacokinetics. Resolutions of keeping abreast in lectures have unfortunately not been kept. I'm tired and the thought of having to digest all those equations puts me off.

Went to watch Twilight in the Gardens today. I enjoyed the book immensely- it's one of those stories which draws you into it; you lose yourself, you feel each printed word as what it's meant to be: 'fun' smiles cheekily at you, 'shy' steals a furtive glance and offers a hesitating half-smile, 'cold' and 'eerie' look both uncanny and creepy, and 'anger', is red. It's always red for me. White sometimes, if it's cold and steely. If you get what I mean, that is.

Anyway, it was somewhat a slap to my face when the movie exposed whatever thoughts and emotions I entertained while reading the book to be totally corny! Some scenes which were especially poignant to me when I read it, alas, I found to be totally comical and oh so corny I had to laugh (somewhat ashamedly at my own gullibility- is there such a word- for actually drinking it all up in the first place). I am slightly mortified that I have such corniness lurking within me. But it is nice to entertain such thoughts once in a while, it's a luxury I should hold on to. A world where simple girls have names like Isabella Swan and boys are named Edward Cullen. Where a dorky girl of seventeen with no motor coordination skills can fall 'unconditionally and irrevocably in love' with a vampire.

Now that my room is dark and I'm alone past midnight, I recall scenes from the film and they don't seem as bad as I felt they were in the cinema hall. Some things are best left partially hidden in the recesses of the mind. To have it on full-screen display blatantly, is not something I will willingly admit to.