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Monday, November 20, 2006

After watching Princess Hours, often I find myself lapse into bouts of daydreaming sessions while studying for exams. And when I jolt back to reality from my reverie, I find myself smiling like a nut, just short of drooling. C'mon, who doesn't harbour hope of a Mr. Prince Charming sweeping you off your feet, whisking you away to a happily ever after.

At least I'm honest!

writing at 8:41 PM