Princess Hours

koreanovelas make me smile. make me sigh.make me wish that the reel is real.
make me laugh. it tickles my heart. strokes my fancy and makes me fall in love without failure.

blame it on my sister.
if addiction to koreanovelas is dangerous, then K and i are full-blown cases that is beyond de-contamination.

but i'm more choosy.
i go for the ones that tread the romantic-comedy pathways.

Kim Sam Soon. My Girl. Full House. Attic Cat. Love Story In Harvard...
and now, Princess Hours.

the storyline is really simple.
girl and boy hates each other's guts.
moves in different circles. fancies different taste. poles apart in society's hierarchy.
but Fate butts in, pulls Destiny by the hair. and Love is towed behind.

simple. really. but we just don't care. >wink!<

crashing to sleep beyond the normal hours (please, define normal to us)...defiant to part with our blankets when the clock screams 7am...that when the hands of time strikes the quarter pose, we're the very picture of chaos - running around to stomp the last of our stuff in our bags and planting our dear uncle a hurried mano in an effort to beat the office's grace period.

all because of staying late.
all because of Princess Hours.

are we complaining? not a bit. hehehehe


p.s.
am going to Davao this March...and J said he's going to introduce me to a Prince Gian look-a-like...please pray that i won't do something foolish, like give the guy a hug? hahahahaha