<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971811985817608803</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:30:22.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Of A Girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971811985817608803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501145510830719491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScStoWuvGHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/icXhMzEjYx4/S220/HYD-korea04-048.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971811985817608803.post-6110878179752964567</id><published>2009-03-23T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T06:45:00.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You were like a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were like a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You came and leave at the blink of an eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just like a dream..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;While I was deeply taking a breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You disappeared into the thin air and vanished forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You brought memories that cannot be replaced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew there would be a better tomorrow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you've come into my life and taken away all my sorrow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My days of sadness are a thing of the past &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My days of emptiness are gone for good &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you fill a void in my heart that you should &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've opened a window &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've shown me the light.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have come to me from a distant land&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreamer of dreams, to fill my hearts desire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet music flowing from your nimble hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That plays within... to light my passion's fire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A symphony of word and thought you bring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Excitement builds upon crescendo's sound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brought forth in tones to make my light heart sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For all the beauty that, with you, I've found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A life is changed in just an instant's time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All darkness fled before that brilliant sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That shines from spoken words of softest rhyme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And speaks of treasures, only just begun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This mystic meeting gives my heart a glow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That few have seen and only you will know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A candy-colored clown they call the sandman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiptoes to my room every night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to sprinkle star dust and to whisper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Go to sleep, everything is all right."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I close my eyes then I drift away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Into the magical night, I softly say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A silent prayer like dreamers do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I fall asleep to dream of you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In dreams I strolled with you by the seaside to see the horizon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In dreams I talk to you about everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In dreams you're mine all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're together in dreams, in dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But just before the dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I awake and find you gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help it, I can't help it if I cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember that you said goodbye. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It only happens in my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only in dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In my beautiful dreams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971811985817608803-6110878179752964567?l=thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6110878179752964567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-were-like-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971811985817608803/posts/default/6110878179752964567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971811985817608803/posts/default/6110878179752964567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-were-like-dream.html' title='You were like a dream'/><author><name>The Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501145510830719491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScStoWuvGHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/icXhMzEjYx4/S220/HYD-korea04-048.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971811985817608803.post-827749309564285270</id><published>2009-03-20T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:11:30.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cinderella Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315501773392695314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScR0sz4H0BI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qpwQxgD8x0c/s400/Cinderella_Story_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It is a twist off the classic Cinderella tale. In this modern version, Sam (Hilary Duff) is a cute but geeky high-school student who is knocked off her feet by her father's untimely death, which leaves his diner and Samantha's well-being in the care of Fiona (Jennifer Coolidge), Sam's thoroughly wicked stepmother. After that dreadful day, she has been forced to live with her stepmother and step sisters who make her run around doing chores and work full time at a diner. Not one to take on such menial tasks as dishwashing and mopping floors, Fiona exploits Sam's dependence as a method of hoisting any dirty work off her own shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The only thing that keeps Sam going is the dream to eventually be accepted into Princeton University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315508849885868386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScR7It3kcWI/AAAAAAAAACY/3OqZ452Uj3I/s400/c5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;School is hardly a break for Samantha, particularly when Shelby (Julie Gonzalo) is around; spoiled, wealthy, and popular, Shelby treats Samantha nearly as badly as Fiona does. And school most popular jock Austin Aimes (Chad Michael Murray). Samantha's life is irrevocably changed, however, by two events: a makeover of epic proportions and a sudden electronic correspondence with a mysterious young man. Due to a misplaced cell phone and a series of fateful coincidences, Samantha and her Prince Charming develop a romance through text messages and e-mails, and ultimately promise to meet face-to-face at the biggest school dance of the year. But there's something bothering Sam's mind, she is worried that this boy won’t accept her and her “diner girl” image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315518753441268258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScSEJLfLQiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/RhhwJRTOMeY/s400/c7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;At the dance, Sam dresses up as “Cinderella” and coincidentally, her “prince” shows up as “Prince Charming”. Sam recognizes the boy as the school’s most popular jock, Austin Aimes. Austin doesn’t recognize Sam behind her mask, and tries to uncover who she is. But, under orders she has to dash at midnight back to reality and to her stepmother&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315512497464658482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScR-dCKHyjI/AAAAAAAAACw/1KmbUevEgik/s320/c4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The next day at school Austin is still searching for his Cinderella but Sam is afraid that Austin won't accept her for who she is so she stayed away from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315514435139051026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScSAN0jsnhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9RyClI1LBVk/s320/c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sam’s wicked stepsisters try to embarrass her at a pep rally, revealing Cinderella’s identity to the whole school. Sam decides to hide herself from the world. The crew at the diner try to comfort Sam and explain to her that no one can control her life. So Sam decides to move out from her stepmother’s house and live her own life. With this sudden burst of independence, Sam summons up the courage to confront Austin and tell him that she isn’t afraid to be herself anymore but she cant wait around for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the big game, Austin has a lot to lose. But in the last few minutes of the game, he throws it all away so that he can be with Sam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315517642144456818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScSDIflXoHI/AAAAAAAAADA/KMKObnppLxw/s400/c9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;In the end the two go to Princeton together and “live happily ever after”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315518250816460146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScSDr7EFVXI/AAAAAAAAADI/o_t07vnprgk/s400/c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971811985817608803-827749309564285270?l=thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/827749309564285270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinderella-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971811985817608803/posts/default/827749309564285270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971811985817608803/posts/default/827749309564285270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/cinderella-story.html' title='A Cinderella Story'/><author><name>The Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501145510830719491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScStoWuvGHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/icXhMzEjYx4/S220/HYD-korea04-048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScR0sz4H0BI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qpwQxgD8x0c/s72-c/Cinderella_Story_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971811985817608803.post-6173553476996940441</id><published>2009-03-20T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:54:18.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift from heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScRyuNBAYXI/AAAAAAAAABw/-uowxTXiI-c/s1600-h/taylor+swift1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315499598297457010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScRyuNBAYXI/AAAAAAAAABw/-uowxTXiI-c/s400/taylor+swift1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;One day while she was going through her daily usual torturing chores given by her stepmom, she encountered this song Love Story. She started listening to it every single day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;by Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We were both young when I first saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And the flashback starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'm standing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;On a balcony in summer air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;See the lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;See the party, the ball gowns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I see you make your way through the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And say hello, little did I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And I was crying on the staircase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Begging you please don't go, and I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So close your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Escape this town for a little while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And my daddy said stay away from Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;But you were everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was begging you please don't go and I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I got tired of waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Wondering if you were ever coming around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;My faith in you is fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I keep waiting for you but you never come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Is this in my head? I don't know what to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And said, marry me Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;You'll never have to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love you and that's all I really know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;'Cause we were both young when I first saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971811985817608803-6173553476996940441?l=thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6173553476996940441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/gift-from-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971811985817608803/posts/default/6173553476996940441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971811985817608803/posts/default/6173553476996940441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/gift-from-heaven.html' title='Gift from heaven'/><author><name>The Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501145510830719491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScStoWuvGHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/icXhMzEjYx4/S220/HYD-korea04-048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScRyuNBAYXI/AAAAAAAAABw/-uowxTXiI-c/s72-c/taylor+swift1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971811985817608803.post-7225258871992592746</id><published>2009-03-20T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:12:47.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of this girl....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScRl4vemsEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biMy2MHDg0M/s1600-h/0005y730.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315485485695938626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScRl4vemsEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biMy2MHDg0M/s320/0005y730.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Once upon a time, there lived a young girl who believes in the existence of fairytales and she has been holding on to this thought until now. She knew and believed that someday her prince will come and save her from the cruelty and hideous side of the world. She has been waiting and still been waiting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8971811985817608803-7225258871992592746?l=thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7225258871992592746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-this-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971811985817608803/posts/default/7225258871992592746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8971811985817608803/posts/default/7225258871992592746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefairytaleofagirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/story-of-this-girl.html' title='The story of this girl....'/><author><name>The Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14501145510830719491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScStoWuvGHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/icXhMzEjYx4/S220/HYD-korea04-048.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KdX5-gH38wY/ScRl4vemsEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/biMy2MHDg0M/s72-c/0005y730.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
