♥ Princessa's Royal Diary ♥ - Royalty has never been so PINK!

Remember, this is just a story, a fragment of my imagination with a mix of reality. In this story, I am no longer Princessa or Sabrina. I am the fictional character, Cinderella. Come to think of it, you are too. In fact, if the situation reminds you of what you're experiencing, read it as though you wrote it, and you are Cinderella.

Note: Dear "loyal readers" (the two special individuals), it's nice to know that you never fail to check out my blog and report it. It's good to know that my existence is being monitored by insignificant beings that make absolute no sense *cough*. Nonetheless, I would advice that you spend more time doing something productive instead of wasting your time here. This is ultimately just a blog. It's amusing you'd even based this little ol' blog of mine as a gauge of what is to be or not to be. Perhaps it would be best if you take the time you spend here and... Do your job? Fyi, to help with your lack of intelligence, I would advice that you drink more chicken essence. In the meantime, you might consider getting a surgeon to fix the physical defects too. Good luck! :)

Once upon a time... *Beeep* This is sooo not working. Let's start over again.

I'm down with flu and a cough - the cough is to add some noise pollution to the household. And it seems my stepmother is down with something too. My evil stepsisters on the other hand are living and kicking, out to make my life a living nightmare. I wonder what kinda plot their cooking up this time.

For the past few nights, I've been having repetitive nightmares, all involving the upcoming ball. It's a torture to be associated with people that just aren't bright enough to adapt to new environments.

People aren't interested in musical chairs anymore, they want R&B. It's just so hard to get them to understand. Just because they choose to live in the 1900s doesn't mean the rest of us have to, no?

I hate this ball! It is one project that started out fun and ended up a disaster. If I had known that volunteering to help out with the cake, menu and guest list would end up being blame for everything that doesn't go smoothly, I would have just kept my big mouth shut. Why save money for people that have tons to waste.

It's not worth it! I spend nights perfecting it, but those ugly fools aren't even interested to check the essentials.

Aaargh! It's sooo annoying!

I've sent them the mock-up for the design of the invitation cards ages ago. I've gone through with them the size of the cake, menu and guest list at least a million times over. Now, days before the ball, they're telling me that the font on the invitation cards are one size too small, the cake is an inch too short, they want tea-a instead of tea-b (still just tea), and they didn't intend to invite Duke Luke Gorden, Lady Kimberly and etc. Oh yes, and they want to sit beside Prince Charming.

It's not impossible, but it's tiresome, and not to mention, troublesome. They could have made it clearer before everything was done. But no, if they had done that, I wouldn't have to do extra work. Figures.

Darn it, I still have other stuff to do! Things that are important and necessary. Things that makes a difference!

Seriously, who cares if the font on the invitation cards is one size smaller? Who cares if the cake is an inch too short? Who cares about what kind of tea is served - most do not drink tea in the first place, have you even read the feedback? The most touchie part of all, how do I uninvited the Duke and the rest of the supposed blacklist royalties? I guess the easiest issue to settle right now is to move the Prince's seat to their table.

You know what is most irritating? Just to make things difficult they simply forsake reason and insist on what they want. Clearly, they are not cut out for this task. If they think they can do it better, why don't they do it themselves? Saves me the trouble.

No matter what I do, at the end of the day, they will have something to say (sometimes constructive but most of the time not). We agreed during the last meeting that there will be no more changes. Now they found something else to sink their teeth into.

Talking about the last meeting seriously ticks me off. It was a complete waste of time - we stayed back 3 hours for NOTHING! At the end of the so-called meeting, nothing significant was changed. Things that needed to be changed could have been written in an email. but no... They had to summon the General and Wizard to go through the plans of a BALL!

I am SICK and TIRED of it! If not for everyone else in this household, that I love dearly, I'd have walked out and shut the doors behind me.

Sigh. I just can't bear to leave the rest yet. At least not for now... And of course, I've spend so much time on this ball. I can't just let it go right now, can I?

Let me make this clear. You made the decisions, if things don't work out, don't you dare pin it on me! Oh, and by the way, in case you hadn't already known, I don't need to know the servants, I know their masters.

I sympathise with them sometimes. They have the power (daughters of the Queen that rules over this land) but they lack the beauty, brains and bronze. All that power but nothing useful done with it. Sigh.

PS: Like I mentioned earlier, it would be best to treat this like a story and move on with your lives.

PPS: Comments guessing the "identities" of the characters have been deleted. "Tell you already, they're not human, if they were they are damn lousy ones."