Right.. i'm soooo bored, i decided to tell a story.

Do you ever wonder why people hook their pinkies when making a promise? There's a story behind it.

Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a very beautiful princess.

Princess: Mirror mirror on the wall, tell me, who is the prettiest of all?
Mirror: Of course you, my most beautiful highness. It has to be you, my lady.
Princess: Really? You think so? If you're lying, i'll break you into pieces!
Mirror: Its true my lady. I never lie. You are the most prettiest of all.
Princess: (giggles and points at the mirror) You're so pretty!

Because she was so pretty and wise, many princes around the world came and seek for her hand. Finally, there were 5 princes left in the final round. In order to choose her prince, she hid her right hand behind her back and unfolded her little finger. They had to guess which finger was that. The prince who guessed correctly would be her husband.

The first prince showed his thumb.
The second prince showed his index finger.
The third prince showed his middle finger. The princess frowned and slapped him.
The fourth prince showed his fourth finger. And fainted. Probably due to excitement.
The fifth and last prince showed his little finger, or pinkie.

The fourth prince recovered but fainted again upon seeing the princess and the fifth prince together. In the end the fifth prince became her husband.

So that sign, hooking pinkies together, came to represent the vow of marriage.

The prince and princess couldn't be more happier than any couples. They loved each other deeply. No one could seperate them apart.

But then war started. The prince had to go to war. The prince promised to come back from the war, crossing his pinkie wif hers. The crying princess watched from her window as the prince rides his horse, his shadow disappearing into the darkness.

10 years passed, and the prince had not returned ever since. There was no news at all about him. The princess cried everyday for him. But since she was still pretty, many people asked her to remarry. She refused, believing that her beloved prince would return one day. Alas, time could not wait for her. She had to remarry.

One day, a filthy beggar came to the palace. The guards tried to chase him away, but the princess allowed him into the palace, saying that everyone is fair and deserves a chance. He walked down the aisle slowly and came face to face with the princess. He raised his little finger and hooked the princess's. He removed his hood and showed his face. Tears fell down the princess's fair face. It was her prince. He came back.

That night, the princess awoke to find her prince missing. She couldn't find him anywhere. The truth was, the prince was killed on his way back to the castle. The soul of the dead must depart after 49 days. That day the prince came back was the 49th day. He came back as a ghost to fulfill his promise.

Finally the princess found the body of the dead prince. She lies down beside him and joined her pinkie with his. She looked at him. And drank the poison. And died.



OK nuff of all the sad stuffs and shit. i shan't say wat i did today cuz i practically did nothing but play games. damn. ok going to msn and crap now. bye.

ps tt story was from the movie Windstruck.