<?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-9157319186939111194</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:03:57.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess' Book</title><subtitle type='html'>“In my dreams, I could be a Princess, and that's what I was. Like most little girls, I believed nothing less than a Prince could make my dreams come true.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theprincessbook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157319186939111194/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessbook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15384790623930720987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ndb_J0biko/TPlE5gUdJmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MJajJqT_sIw/S220/rc19.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157319186939111194.post-7382819753155857220</id><published>2011-05-04T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T12:56:54.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kt8kW_dCkIY/TcGs5yU6HsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NOrd99GkvF4/s1600/01.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kt8kW_dCkIY/TcGs5yU6HsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NOrd99GkvF4/s320/01.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602949520187596482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a Princess of my own will. I want to be like it. Feel the world as if it's my Kingdom. Nevertheless, i'm still a princess within. Learning every beauty is one of my own special skills. They say princesses are fine, feminine and educated well- mannered creatures. Well, not all. Let's forget about the Feminine part and focus more on well- mannered. Those little girls and woman who have lots of love in their hearts and seek love and peace to all things they see and feel. We fight and protect our womanhood, we are supposed to be protectors of children and a fine model to all students. We are Princesses and we are capable of changing the world without in need of superiority and beauty outside. We are powerful and our strength is unmeasurable. We are woman, and we benefit a lot than men because we suffer more. So, we should learn how to be competent and learn the will to be royalty without wearing Crowns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157319186939111194-7382819753155857220?l=theprincessbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157319186939111194/posts/default/7382819753155857220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157319186939111194/posts/default/7382819753155857220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessbook.blogspot.com/2011/05/true-princess.html' title='The True Princess'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15384790623930720987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ndb_J0biko/TPlE5gUdJmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MJajJqT_sIw/S220/rc19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kt8kW_dCkIY/TcGs5yU6HsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NOrd99GkvF4/s72-c/01.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157319186939111194.post-3199080804948464841</id><published>2011-04-22T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:25:58.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My souvenirs ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 0; 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margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theprincessbook/5465276619/in/photostream/" title="PICT0003d" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5253/5465276619_cea2499061_s.jpg" alt="PICT0003d" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theprincessbook/5465872880/in/photostream/" title="Well" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5053/5465872880_12cdd8a0d0_s.jpg" alt="Well" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theprincessbook/5465871988/in/photostream/" title="Oh well!" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5058/5465871988_6fa29466b9_s.jpg" alt="Oh well!" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theprincessbook/5465871110/in/photostream/" title="Catch" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5057/5465871110_6c6c8b5941_s.jpg" alt="Catch" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theprincessbook/5465272661/in/photostream/" title="Photo161" style="display: block; padding: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5093/5465272661_7ff3533015_s.jpg" alt="Photo161" style="border:none; margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theprincessbook/5465869612/in/photostream/" title="Photo162" style="display: block; padding: 0 0 10px 0; width: 75px; height: 75px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5051/5465869612_de1710e09f_s.jpg" alt="Photo162" style="border:none; 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margin: 0; padding: 0; width: 75px; height: 75px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/theprincessbook/"&gt;The Princess' Book's photostream&lt;/a&gt; on Flickr.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just wanna share these wonderful memories created by myself and the people i love and cherish.. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~We all create beautiful things inside and out. Things people do and share that makes memories wither or bloom year after year. Me? I kept to myself, but not anymore. I know that some us love to experience a world full of fascination, beautiful things, sharing secrets, cutie boyfriends, talented girlfriends, perfect friends.. all together in one lifetime.  It's like living in a perfect yet miserable world. Haist, when i was young i hated pictures ~ It made me sad and i felt for the expressions i see on it, whether it was sad, full of emotions or nothing at all. But now, after realizing that life is not always what it looks like on photos and even on portraits, on magazines and books... It always shares a big difference so now.. I'm becoming a photographer myself. Knowing that the world needs to be created by us through memories and the things we do for ourselves and for others... these are not just memories. These are souvenirs! ~ ^_^ ~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9157319186939111194-3199080804948464841?l=theprincessbook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157319186939111194/posts/default/3199080804948464841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9157319186939111194/posts/default/3199080804948464841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theprincessbook.blogspot.com/2011/04/princess-book-photostream.html' title='My souvenirs ~'/><author><name>Princess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15384790623930720987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6ndb_J0biko/TPlE5gUdJmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MJajJqT_sIw/S220/rc19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5092/5465879500_03a222fdf9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9157319186939111194.post-7402521675965206665</id><published>2010-11-27T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:32:33.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffed toys and Headbands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fdKVysKFcKE/TbGt-VukLKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cwzCrf19wwI/s1600/Raine%2B002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fdKVysKFcKE/TbGt-VukLKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/cwzCrf19wwI/s320/Raine%2B002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598447098294185122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Things i just couldn't leave behind!My headband! Just can't live without it.. I'm used to wearing these..it feels like i'm a little girl again with Daddy's bunch o' lollipops! (lol)...I love color pink but i have lots of green too! Like my window and some of my friends ( you know what that meant) &amp;gt;&amp;gt;lol! ~Pink! My favorite color... they say anything goes with black,, nah!i say it's with PINK... always pink. See this color, it's the color of gurlHOOD! &lt;lol&gt;... last time i checked, pink was defined as the color of LOve...well, Good for them



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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Like a a hobby to me, Head bands are like crowns that fits around my head like a Real Princess.. (aawww). Like Stuff toys too.They are my best friends and they kinda make my day.Specially in rough and tiring day, I just hug 'em and every drop of sadness and boredness fades away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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