Keep On Croaks (7)

“Hippety hippety hop

I croak like tears and down I go”

I thought of it, and why be so sad when the princess seems so glad? I’d better go back to my pond home and work on my croaks!

In the rain I go

Around the hills and below

Across the lane is so

At the pond, the jumbo bullfrog stared hard at me, almost ready to gave me big croak. But before he could bellow, I gave out my croak. I croaked about the woods, the beautiful world outside the pond. I croaked about being a prince and loving a princess. I croaked about wanting to croak but keeping still instead. I croaked of sadness that returned my croak.

The other frogs were astonished. They croaked harmoniously and welcomed me back to the pond and gave me back my favorite lillypad.

Till now I still croak. And I have decided, the next time I meet my princess, I will not only croak, but I will plant the kiss myself!

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This is written for G30HM December challenge. This is the last day of fairy tale telling for G30HM and I enjoyed it very much. Maybe in the future I will make much more short stories like this

-nyaw-

Broken Croak (6)

“Hippety hippety hop

I need a better croak than he!”

But what would a better croak do, when the princess has already set heart on this other frog? Her beautiful eyes glowing beautifully as they look at each other. She smiled and planted a little kissed on the spotted frog.

The frog than transformed into a prince and hand in hand walked with the princess.

Oh my, oh my, my princess is now with another frog! And it is all because of one croak. Oh my oh my, I know frogs shall not cry but…

“Croak!”

Oh my oh my, and now my croak is back! What irony!

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This is written for G30HM December challenge. Today the fake frog feels very sad. Because of very very much sadness, it awakens his croak again. Sometimes life is like that. You get shit as a wake up call. But sometimes you weep and croak, or sometimes you just weep. What kind of reaction for what is given to us, is an option that is up to us.

-nyaw-

Not My Croak (5)

“Hippety hippety hop

I try and try to croak for she”

These days, I have became not only as called “galau”, I became an as called stalker. Day after day, I watch the beautiful princess live her life.

How gracefully she combs her hair.

How lightly she laughs to small jokes.

How heartily she smiles.

Oh my how I would like to croak her name!

But as hard as I try, still no croak came to my throat. I only can try and try and hope that magically my croak will come to stay.

One day, I forced my croak again and I was very surprised when a triumphant “Croak!” came to my ears. But when I tried again, why did it not come out again? I am confused!

Then I realized, the croak was not from me, but from another frog! A green spotted frog, and to my fears, his croak has grabbed the princess’s attention! My heart sank low, joining my missing croak.

Oh how would I like to croak her name.

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This is written for G30HM December challenge. I wrote green spotted frog, but I drew a brown spotted frog. My bad.

-nyaw-

Lessons of Croak (4)

“Hippety hippety hop

Me like more croak for me”

One day I could not take it anymore. I forced my self to croak. Oh how unhappy I felt to force a croak. What pain it caused in my troat. How shameful it feels not to know why to croak. But stubbornly, I tried again to croak, but then a pretty voice called out at me.

“Dear little frog, oh little frog,

Can you do or can you not give a croak?”

I looked up and down stared at me the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. I may have no croak in my throat, but I’m sure my heart gave one. Oh my, oh my, this must be a princess! But alas! I have no croak! How can I answer her question? How can I reply those sweet words?

The beautiful princess stared at me, and still no croak! Oh my do I need some croak right now!

She could wait no longer. She shrugged then left me there standing helplessly. Still with no croak.

“Hippety hippety hop

How I would like to croak her name!”

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This is written for G30HM December challenge. This time the frog is having much much more trouble in his life. Even meeting a beautiful princess is troublesome! Have you ever experienced something like that? Because one thing went wrong, all other things goes downhill? Oh poor froggie, y u no croak?

-nyaw-

More Croak Please (3)

“Hippety hippety hop

Would like more croak for me”

Dude, I’m lost. I’d like to croak, but I’m ashamed I have no reason to croak. Oh my, oh my, how I would like to have more croak in this life! But I only can go hippety hippety hop as long as I can do. If it goes on like this, I’ll become like Indonesian people who are so called “galau”.

Oh my, oh my, how Ii wish more croak in this life!

But I only can go hippety hippety hop,

Along this lane I go

Around the hills I roll

And in the rain I row my sorrow

For all I need is more croak!

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This is written for G30HM. Galau is a term in Indomesian for not knowing what to do, feeling lost, and is usually associated with teenagers moods.

-nyaw-

Why You Croak (2)

“Hippety hippety hop

A croak’s life for me!”

Hop!

I was surprisedd. Suddenly beside me sat a big bullfrog. His eyes bulging as he scanned me, and then he let out a big deep croak,

“Why you croak?”

I was confused. I don’t understand the question from this jumbo bullfrog. What does it mean? Do I need a reason to croak? I just sat there, stunned and wild eyed. Because I kept silence, again he asked,

“Why do you croak!”

My webby feets became calmy. Oh no? Should I be answering? Should I croak to answer why I croak? Now, because I kept silence, the bullfrog became inpatient and the croaked out,

“If you no reason to croak, no more croak for you!”

Then from bushes, lilly pads, puddles, hopped out thousands and thousands of frogs. They all croaked in their ugly but harmonious sound. It all became one croak, and suddenly I became ashamed of my croak.

Hippety hippety hop

Oh no more croak’s life for me….

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This is written for G30HM Desember challenge. It is still related with the post yesterday “Just Croak”

-nyaw-

Just Croak (1)

“Hippety hippety hop

A croak’s life for me!”

I may be a frog, but I’m no ordinary frog. I am a prince! Just like the prince in the frog prince, I must kiss a princess so I can return to my true self.

But…

Why bother? It’s so much easier being a frog. You just go croak, and you can swallow a fly. You just go croak and then let’s leap into the deep blue pond. You just go croak and you can slush in the mud for hours. Especially, no body really cares how much you can’t sing, because you are supposed to croak (since you ARE a frog).

So why bother being your true self and finding true love when you can be happy being not you?

If I become a prince, I might have to be dignified and do always right. If I become a prince, I might have to marry a snob princess. If I become a prince, I might have to rule a whole country, which I believe will be a pain in the croak.

So why bother being me?

I’d rather go hippety hippety hop. A croak’s life for me!

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This small piece is written for G30HM December writing challenge. It’s in english because the G30HM admin uses english frequently *hahahahahaha what kind of reason is that?*

-nyaw-

Tantangan 30 Pensil+Kertas (#30)

Suatu hari….

Sampai di sini saja kawan-kawan tantangan 30 days of drawingnya . Untuk bulan desember mengikuti tantangan 30 hari menulis. Terdengar cukup seru kan!

-nyaw, someday…-

Tantangan 30 Pensil+Kertas (#29)

Beberapa hari ini bawaannya kesal dan malas terus. Yang dibayangkan di kepala adalah tidur menyender di awan. Di perjalan ke kantor di pagi hari pasti melewati jajaran toko-toko boneka. Sekarang trendnya adalah boneka shaun the sheep, mupeng banget lihat boneka itu. Kalau nyender ke boneka shaun the sheep mungkin rasanya seperti tidur di awan ya.

Sepertinya sih bawaan yang gak asik itu karena ada masalah-masalah yang membuat sedih dan kecewa. Bukan masalah yang besar sih, cuman cukup menguras tenaga saja. Kalau mau diubah ke energi positif, entah kenapa malas dan bosan saja. Yang dibayangkan hanya tidur tidur tidur di atas awan….

-nyaw, tidur di awan-

Tantangan 30 Pensil+Kertas (#28)

Entah kenapa selalu merasa tanganku tuh mirip dengan tangan doraemon. Padahal kalau dibuka seperti ini, jelas-jelas tangannya berbeda.

Kata buku palmistry yang pernah kubaca, setiap ada sambungan syaraf baru di otak, akan muncul sebuah garis di tangan. Kalau sambungannya sangat mendalam *misal trauma, atau ide birilian* akan muncul sebuah garis yang sangat mendalam dan mencolok. Nah, wallahu alam tentang garis tangan apa benar ada hubungann dengan hal yang mungkin terjadi di masa depan, tapi yang pastinya aku merasa heran dengan garis tanganku.

Garis tangan yang kiri dan kanan itu entah kenapa tidak simetris dan bahkan berbeda jumlah garis utamanya. Kalau di tangan kanan ada line of fate, di sebelah kiri tidak ada. Kalau di kiri ada garis pernikahan, di kanan tidak ada.

Apa ini maksudnya, apa ini?

Apakah artinya sirkuit otak kanan dan kiri itu tidak sinkron ya?

Kakakakakaka

yang lebih pastinya lagi, tanganku bukan tangan doraemon. *no offense mas dora-emon*

-nyaw, baca garis-

PS: btw itu garis hati cabang 3 apa artinya suka sama 3 orang? @_@ *no komen lah ya…*