and then, there was only AIAN

I did not plan to change the name of my blog when I changed the template yesterday. It just happened.

At first I was contemplating on changing the "FROGLISHness: A diary of an Insane Frog Princess" to "Nilagang Palaka" but I realized it sounds so yucky and I surely wouldn't want myself boiled. I thought of so many names that could describe my blog but in the end I only managed this.

And so it is. My blog has now officially become "AIAN-ism: a diary of everything that doesn't make sense".

I have been thinking about it and I think that the blog title is more apt than the previous one. I mean, this blog is all about me and nothing more. Right? It's all about me and the things in my life that are either so mundane or so mushy. So I guess its just apt that I would call this my diary of everything that doesn't make sense. After all, a lot of things in my world doesn't make sense.

AIAN-ism. Its me. It's all about me.
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I was plurking with tincha (my plurk buddy) last night and she asked me, "why prinsesang palaka?"

A lot of people has been asking me the same question ever since. Why frog princess? Well, it goes like this.

Do you remember the story of the Frog Prince? The one cursed to become a frog until a princess would kiss him and break the spell?

I always believed that the story of the frog prince is more than a story of love. I always believed that there is more to the frog prince than a story of two people who are destined to be with each other.

The frog prince (or princess) symbolizes somebody who wants to be his own person. Maybe the prince was never really cursed at all and became a frog. The curse is a symbol of a stereotype. So the Frog prince is like living in a world of stereotypes who only wanted to breakfree and become who he really is.

And so am I. I am living in a world of preconceptions, a world full of ideas of what people should do and how they should act. Like the frog prince I am trapped in a body that is not mine. What people see in me is the frog, the big bulgy frog whose ugliness repels everything. Maybe not really but almost like that. Or in a sense people just see in me what they want to see. And like the frog prince I want to break free.

There is more to me than my physical appearance. There is more to me than what people wants to see. Maybe there is a princess slumbering inside me. Maybe there is a lady waiting for her prince. Or maybe there is just me wanting to be accepted--unconditionally.

So yes, I am a frog princess and slowly I am breaking free from the curse.

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I know. Everything here seemed senseless. I do think so. Or at least sometimes.
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Sharing some pics here from yesterday's meeting. The one that rocked.