Kissing Frogs
When I was a little girl, I used to love this story about a princess who finds a frog in her garden, takes it home, kisses it, and lo and behold, the frog transforms into a handsome prince. It did not hold any meaning for me before except that I was just fascinated by the concept of kissing frogs. As a teenager, that fairy tale took on another meaning for me. My friends told me that we have to kiss as many frogs as we can to find our prince.
Well, tonight, one more frog was kissed and he has remained a frog. No magical transformation happened. So, I guess it is time to bring this frog back to the pond where he will be happier with his own kind. Yep, this frog is a frog and nothing else.
I wonder…how many more frogs must one kiss to find one’s prince?
December 2nd, 2005 at 11:50 pm
Sis, since you know you’re worth more than an amphibian, stop kissing those slimy, gross frogs. The horror of one of them asking you living in his pond lurks! Instead, wait for that peregrine who makes your heart fly, rules the sky, and who will give you a better view of the ground!
January 7th, 2006 at 7:22 am
em, i’ve thought about doing that but since i don’t like frogs i haven’t tried kissing one. whenever i go someplace alone on an adventure i always tell my friends…who knows i might meet my frog prince there?!…. but yes i do wonder how many frogs i have to kiss to find my prince.
January 10th, 2006 at 1:42 pm
whoahh! i hope that frog doesnt have access to your friendster, kawawa naman!
January 19th, 2006 at 8:48 pm
Jen, di uso ang friendster sa mga Amerikano, kaya di niya alam ang blog na ito! He he he!