The Corspe Bride

I am the corpse bride.

Well, I watched the flick a year or two ago (I already forgot it in its insignificance) but I can feel how it is to be a corpse bride or how that corpse bride felt that is.

At 24, I have never wanted to look beautiful. I have always taken my appearance for granted. It is so vain. I kept telling myself.

Until I met this guy who is the very epitome of the man I have been seeking.

And the sad thing is, I am the very epitome of the woman he is not seeking. (Sigh).

We are so into the same wavelength. He loves the same thing I love, hates the same things I do (unfortunately, that includes myself), and i just enjoy his company too much.

However, I am dead in this world and he is alive (I am a corpse bride remember) and he has some onther girl that he has been dating in a while. (Hope my students will not find this blog, that will surely destroy the image of the heardhearted teacher I am trying so hard to project.

Anyway, life separates the two of us and like the corpse bride I must give him up.

Secret: As a consolation, I am trying to write a story about a vampire who has fallen in love with an ugly germ (that is supposed to be me, pro di ko feel) and he has been controlling the girls encounter since she was born. It is a stupid tale but I am writing it anyway.

Never mind, I am blabbering. I need to research for a lecture I have to deliver on poetry writing this week and I am at my wits end.

This has been a busy week. We spent all of the weekend at Robinsons Place (was it Robinsons Mall or Robinsons Place or Plaza, basta, it is in Iloilo anyway). We had that contest inEnglish which was supposed to be the regional finals.

The certificates they gave us unfortunately were dated December 19-20. What the.....

Anyway, I really dont know what to say. Katrina asked for my blog address (or is it URL). I hope she won't find this. I mean, this blog shows how human I am: emotional and idiotic, crazy stupid, capable of loving... whatever.

There. That feels good. Letting go of all the crap I feel inside. And oh, just for posterity's sake, my contestant, Rey Anthony, placed third in the impromptu speaking contest.

The guys is just great. He does not know that yet but I am sure bigger things are in store for him. When he walked up the stage to get his award, I felt like a mother bursting with pride.

Stupid noh? I dont really know how it is to be a mother since I have never had any children. hmmmm.... What did I feel then? Self-pride? I did not do anything.