Goddess, I Am.

I have a confession to make – I have never heard of Twilight until I started seeing the movie posters a couple of months back. And even then, I didn’t think much of it. I thought the vampire dude looked ridiculously gay and the girl was too plain. I never watched the movie, even when I found myself surrounded by hordes of giggling girls everywhere I went.

I wasn’t interested in the books, either, which was strange because I’m nuts about vampires – the Anne Rice ones, to be exact. But the whole Twilight hoopla was undeniable, and I decided that I could at least see what the fuss was all about.

So after a few well-timed hints and much traipsing around Fully Booked, I got what I wanted – all 4 of Stephenie Meyer’s books. I got Twilight and New Moon from The Fiance, and Eclipse and Breaking Dawn from my mother (there was obviously a conspiracy there).

As of this moment, I’m halfway through Twilight – and I’m now “unconditionally and irrevocably in love” with the book. And Edward Cullen. And the whole idea of a vampire lover. I’ve been swooning like a schoolgirl since the first page, and I practically jumped out of my skin (okay, the couch), giggling like mad, when Edward said, “But I’m tired of trying to stay away from you, Bella.” on page 84, much to The Fiance’s shock.

Now I’m near tears because all the theaters are now showing those ridiculous Manila Filmfest nominees, and I can’t find Twilight anywhere. I’m absolutely devastated. Oh, what I would give to watch Edward Cullen on screen right now, gay-looking or not! Looks like it’s back to the ol’ torrent download for me.

Apart from the Twilight series, I had a pretty good haul this year. I got The Time Traveler’s Wife from my best friend, a back scratcher (don’t ask) and nightgown from my sister, and my yearly Starbucks planner from mum. The only thing missing is a Macbook from, well, anyone. Any takers? After all, hope springs eternal…

All in all, it was a lovely Christmas spent just chilling with the family. Now I must wrap this up. Edward (and tons of articles to write, ack!) awaits…

This post is long overdue (much like the first black president of America), but I’ve had so much on my plate the past few weeks that I just didn’t have time to blog. It’s inexcusable, however, considering this is one of the best things that has ever happened to my family. Ever.

On the 25th of November, my sister gave birth to a healthy and heartbreakingly (is there such a word?) beautiful baby boy after almost 15 hours of labor (and lots of people in medical scrubs being yelled at by, umm, her). He came out at 7 lbs., 3 oz. with a full head of hair and rather long limbs and my sister’s penchant for sleeping at all hours. In fact, he’d rather sleep instead of eat and cry – just like his mum. And his mum’s mum. And his mum’s sister, for that matter.

Everyone, meet Xabier Enrique Clamor-Vazquez.

He had nurses and student nurses fawning all over him the entire time he was in the hospital, much to his annoyance. Now he has his mum and dad, two grandmas (both refuse to be called such), his aunt (yours truly), uncle-slash-godfather (The Fiance), and sundry visitors taking turns to sniff him, also much to his obvious annoyance.

He’s definitely in danger of becoming a spoiled, little boy. But, hey, can you blame us?