Once upon a time, there was this princess. Some would think she's a snob while most people find her to be full-of-life kinda girl. She danced a lot, went shopping whenever she needed the therapy, laughed a lot, partied a lot, drank her fair share of margaritas, never saved any money, didn't get fat, dated a lot guys, got her heart broken (twice - if I may add), picked up the pieces and came back stronger and better. After she was done kissing all the frogs and pigs, finally she found her prince charming. So the princess and her prince made mini versions of themselves and they lived happily ever after. The End.

Once upon a time, there was this prince. Some would think he's just a spoilt rich boy but most people wanted to live life just like his - because his was a damn cool life. Although he didn't really dance a lot and can't really sing, he made others laugh a lot, still parties like the world's gonna end tomorrow, got all his nutrition from booze and burgers and pastas, didn't need to save money (coz daddy said what we have will last 4 generations), got slightly fat (though none of the ladies complained), slept with a lot of ladies and a transvestite (if I may add), got his heart broken (twice - one because the love of his life turned out to be a transvestite and second when he crashed his Ferrari into a divider), picked up the pieces by sleeping with more ladies and drinking more booze. He will most likely die young and single but he's cool with that. And yeah, he lived happily ever after. The End.