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

Before I begin my story, I'd like to first apologise for the slow updates and to those whose comments were deleted.

Secondly, I have to clarify something. Whether or not the characters in this story exist really doesn't matter. The situation I'm writing about is something that we might all have or will experienced sometime in our life - similar situation but probably in a different context. Obviously there aren't wizards or queens that rule the lands in this era. Do wizards even exist to begin with?

Last of all, fyi, this story has absolutely NO RELATION (direct or indirect) to any blogger. I doubt the ugly stepsisters have the intellect to actually write, or rather, simply creating a blog.

They stalk blogs, shopping websites, gossip websites and etc. But to start one of their own? That would involve actual work, which is something beyond their capacity.

Fact is, their speciality is self-appraisal, finding fault with others (they won't say anything until a "council meeting" is held then they use these "fault" to trample on others), and doing absolutely nothing productive.

In conclusion, I doubt they'll ever become a blogger in this lifetime.

By the way, the latest trend in Clown's Vile (the name of this "land" the ugly stepsisters have power over) is to wear goggles everywhere you go. Indoor and out. Rain or shine. You get the point.

To Kess that said "sounds like a rant from Cinderella instead of a story". You're right, it does somewhat sound like ranting. So now I'm opening this out to all of you that bothers reading this. Do you prefer I continue writing in this first-person manner or to change it to a third-person (like as though I'm the narrator)?

I'm going to write this entry in the same format until a verdict is out. Perhaps a poll is called for?

Okay. Now for the story...

Disclaimer: 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.

In the previous "episode", I mentioned about "the last meeting" and that nothing significant was changed. Guess what? Amnesia strikes the ugly stepsisters and facts that aren't true, now is.

It's hard to believe how things like that can happen ever so frequent. Perhaps a recording device is necessary after all. Even though it was written down on paper what is to be altered - agreed and approved by them. Somehow they still managed to twist it around and make it sound like nothing was written at all.

Something has been pounding me a lot the last couple of weeks. And I still can't seem to figure it out.

I can understand why a person would wear goggles when swimming but why would one wear it in the dungeons? Is the air where criminals live in that damaging to the eyes that one needs something to protect them? Does that even make sense?

Furthermore, the goggles are tainted for some reason. Think about it, brick walls all around and the only light is from the flame on sticks (or whatever you call it). How bright can it get?

Ooohhh... My eyes... The flame... It hurts... I need protection?

Hmmm... I don't know why but I'm at a lost of words. Perhaps the stupidity virus is as powerful as the Swine flu, or worst.

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