I am currently multi-tasking as I write this blog, battling with unsettled liabilities of various clients and secretly trying to catch up with my reading. I have to admit. I am caught up in Bella and Edward's unconvential love affair.Imagining how it must be to be with somebody so enchanting, so mesmerizing, so tempting. I was addicted to it -- never wanting to put the book down, flipping as many pages as I can. and I begin to wonder why the hell am I so into this novel? why am I so enthralled into their story?

Maybe because Id want to feel the same way the heroin is feeling. To be able to grasp the same sensation as they have described it in the novel. To live in a fairy tale and somehow live dangerously at the same time. I would want to feel butterflies in my stomach every time flattering words came through the window.  Id want to feel the chivalry that men of my time has simply put aside—opening car doors, offering a seat or a drink, etc.  Id want to feel loving unconditionally. Of loving forever, for eternity.

It may just be a novel. A romantic and thrilling love story. A  fairy  tale. But why cant it be a reality too? Why cant I be the princess who is saved by the courageous prince? Or the heroin who chooses to take her life for her one great love?

Coz I guess all these things are just stupid in the world we live in.

Nonsense.

Impractical.