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I Am A Frog. Kokak! KokaK!


These past few days, I felt like I am a small frog in a big pond called life. I am helpless, benign, ugly, clumsy and most of all, boring. I felt like I was just sitting on a floating lily pad and patiently waiting for a kiss handsome prince who would never come. Reality bites and I have to admit that my life sucks (perhaps just for this week).

According to a metaphor, if you put a frog into a pot of boiling water, it will leap out right away to escape the danger. But, if you put a frog in a kettle that is filled with water that is cool and pleasant, and then you gradually heat the kettle until it starts boiling, the frog will not become aware of the threat until it is too late.

A perfect story that illustrates where I am today. I am in a situation where there's nowhere to go but to this pot of boiling water.

If only a frog had wings, I wouldn't bump my ass when I'll hop and I would probably fly unto the great big sky singing I Dreamed A Dream, from the musical Les Miserables:

There was a time when men were kind,
And their voices were soft,
And their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind,
And the world was a song,
And the song was exciting.
There was a time when it all went wrong...

I dreamed a dream in time gone by,
When hope was high and life, worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die,
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine, untasted.

But the tigers come at night,
With their voices soft as thunder,
As they tear your hope apart,
And they turn your dream to shame.

He slept a summer by my side,
He filled my days with endless wonder...
He took my childhood in his stride,
But he was gone when autumn came!

And still I dream he'll come to me,
That we will live the years together,
But there are dreams that cannot be,
And there are storms we cannot weather!

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seemed...
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed...

* a video of Lea Salonga when she was a guest in a tv show here in the philippines for Les Misable promotion
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