Category Archives: Daily Prompt
Think about something that drives you crazy. Now, think about something that makes you happy.
Does it change your perspective on the former?
I started getting blog inspirations from WP’s Daily Post two days ago. Yesterday, on my second try, no matter what I did, I couldn’t see my post on the Trackback list of Fright Night when my first attempt was a breeze. Next, my internet connection went crazy going turtle-paced on me. Then, one of the potential projects that I was desperately keeping my fingers crossed on was dropped. That hit it. Three in a row. Murphy’s Law. Someone, please bail me out!
But I do believe in sunshines and rainbows. Murphy could have driven me crazy, but my Mom came to the rescue. She was cooking dinner and the smell of chicken adobo did something to revive the crazily downcast me into a crazily hungry jolly me.
Daily Prompt: Fright Night
| What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
I was never scared of frogs. Not until one dark eerie night, a cold clammy little frog jumped out of nowhere and clung at my thighs for Zeus-knows-how-long. I panicked, of course. The long shrilly cry for help didn’t help because I was numbed with fright that no voice came out.
I got rid of it with a branch hanging loosely a few meters from where I initially did my frantic jumps and kicks which I thought would loosen its clingy hold on my leg.
The next day, I got laid down with fever. It lasted for two more days. They said my fever was because of too much fright, of the scary ordeal I had with battling the tiny clingy frog.
My friends were sympathetic.
My close friends were way beyond sympathetic that they would comb tiendesitas and shopping malls for a perfect reminder of my fear: Kerokeroppi items, goods made of frog skin, frog figurines, or any frog-like anything that would make me scream of fright.
Kerokeroppi is fine. But a purse bullfrog with a mouth made to look like it would also swallow your fingers and not just your coins is way too much! And yes, I screamed my head off when I saw it, and ran as far away from it as I could!
They say there’s no point in being frightened of a frog. Should I be afraid of simply walking passed it? I say yes, definitely!
They ask, why be frightened? What if the next one that I will meet is a prince?