The Epic of a Damsel ALWAYS in Distress

9^thday ofFebruaryin the year2010

I was walking slowly in the midst of a humid day, staring down at nothingness of the pavement, and thinking of random things, when I saw her.

I saw her walking towards my direction, clad in a lovely dress, wearing her usual beautiful smile. I felt the strange feeling again - like in a state of euphoria.

We were nearing to each other, getting closer as time passed by.
I don’t know, but my heart was pounding harder that I could hear its beats.

Then everything turned into a maze of vagueness. For once in my life, she stood beside me… and all of a sudden, walked away, leaving me like a helpless baby.

I saw the cruel world again. Until…

This post reminds me of Fhaye’s twilight-like post. Yung “merely 5 seconds”. Haha. Are you the next Stephanie Meyer of PS? Aka. Stephen Meyer? HAHA.

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No, I am not Rapunzel.

Neither am I Sleeping Beauty.

Nor am I Snow White.

And I am so not Cinderella.

I am not your perfect damsel.

I don't live in a castle, nor wear expensive gowns.

My life is absolutely not a fairytale.

I am not a princess whining (and waiting) for my prince to save me from my distress.

But here's the thing:

I am the combination of Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Cinderella and Rapunzel. I want to know more about myself, to see and explore the world, and to find my prince.

In short, I am Sleeping White Cinder-zel. Haha. Just kidding.

In reality, I am a damsel who acts like a baby, eats Jolly Krunchy Twirl in Mcdo, and preys on food as if I have a cobra in my stomach.

I am an ordinary lady who you might have passed by running on the streets muttering, "Omg, late na ko."

By this time, you're rolling your eyes but admit it. You know you love me.

"How can you save a damsel when she loves her distress?"