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To give you something to talk about tonight… (Just in case)… I'm presenting you… Part Two of the Cinderella party (go read Part One first then come back later if you haven't read that one).

This was what happened at the ball.

Our little pretty in blue, nearly-deaf, kind-hearted, civil-conscious and super blur case Cindy had a pretty smooth ride in her pumpkin-grown carriage that took her straight to the Ball.

There was a mighty-huge crowd at the Ball.

Cindy walked down the long winding staircase that led to the Prince's ballroom, and just as we expected, there was a huge gasp from the crowd.

Oh my. People stared. 'What a babe,' this thought was running through every single person's head at the same time.

It couldn't be helped that the girl had a kind of ethereal look to her, giving her a surreal air of elegance, and a shining aura that just exuded 'class'.

She just stood there at the edge of the final step to the ballroom, and said sheepishly, 'I'm sorry I'm late.'

While the rest of the crowd came to a standstill at the shock of this willowy beauty's sudden and very late arrival, our host, the Prince, walked PURPOSEFULLY towards the new star of the Ball, offered his hand, and smiled at her.

'Welcome,' he said to her. Well she couldn't hear this (she was deaf), but an extended hand means 'welcome' anyway, so she took it, and before you could say 'awwww…' the royal orchestra started playing The Emperor's Waltz and the starstruck crowd swiftly gave the new couple the entire flourspace for them to, uh, do the waltz.

In a corner of the ballroom, Cindy's stepmummy almost in tears at the sight of her beautiful step daughter, who had finally caught the attention of the biggest catch in the entire Fairytale-land.

And her sister Amby and Bally were, well, seething with jealousy, BUT too bad lah, they cannot do anything else except watch enviously.

Blah. TOO BAD. TOO BAD.

When you're pretty and a babe, yes uh, you get everything.

Fortunately, blur cindy was so deaf and oblivious to all these societal-flaws that she just waltzed on and on and on with her new handsome boyfriend, who said a couple of very nice and enchanting things to her.

But our Cindy was so deaf she couldn't hear a thing. She just stared at him like she was awestruck or something.

How not to fall in love? I ask you? I ask you?

Of course the prince fell head over heels in LURVE with Cindy babes. I would have too, if I were a guy.

But anyway…

Time flies when you're having fun, and Cindy was having a helluva fun time at the Ball. She was the Belle of the Ball, and the Prince's new party-toy. What more can a girl ask for?

For time not to fly…

But it did. And twelve o'clock soon came a ticking. Hickory-dickory dock, and DONG DONG DONG.

A huge grandfather's clock by the edge of the hall started to chime twelve times.

And because poor Cindy was deaf. She didn't hear the clock chiming until it had did its seven chimes.

Like DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG, DONG

DONG yang ketujuh only she remember what her fairy godmother had said, 'YOU GET BACK BEFORE TWELVE MIDNIGHT TONIGHT. YOU GET BACK BEFORE TWELVE MIDNIGHT! OTHERWISE BAD BAD THINGS WILL HAPPEN!'

So Cindy ran like the wind, boy did she run. People chased her lah, the prince especially, bless his poor heart, but they couldn't keep up with her…

And she ran and ran and ran…

And of course she left her little nice slipper behind, which our prince picked up…

But this is not the point of the story.

The point of the story is to tell you what happened… when Cindy got back.

See, when Cindy got back, she was in her ugly house pajamas and wearing only one single fibreglass shoe.

This didn't really matter, because apparently, there was some sort of ugly fishy activity happening in the house next to hers.

She saw… a guy in Bata slippers and torn white Pagoda brand singlet and ugly bang pants standing next to her stepmother's brand new Proton Savvy, and looking up up up, with an ugly looking camera on the Proton Savvy.

'Who is that?' thought Cindy.

She walked closer to the fishy looking guy.

He went on doing things to his ugly camera.

Cindy decided to leave the guy alone, and go into her house first.

Then she peeped through the curtains of her windows.

THAT FUCKER WAS STILL STANDING OUTSIDE, NEAR HER MOTHER'S CAR!

'What the hell is he doing?' Cindy thought again. All sorts of suspicions ran through her mind. She kept on looking and the guy was still there.

Finally she couldn't take it anymore.

She went out.

She went up to the guy.

And she asked, 'Scuse me, what are you taking pictures of?'

And the guy in the Bata slippers and the ugly half torn white Pagoda brand singlet pointed up to the sky and said, 'Nice moon.'

So Cindy looked up, and stared and stared and thought where got moon cannot see also and finally she said, 'Yes it is.'

Then she walked back to the house, thinking, 'Professional criminal.'

After which Cindy spent the entire night sitting by the window sill peeping through her curtains, making sure the stranger didn't steal her Mummy's car away.

Now, there is a featured blogger of the day in this story. Please place your answers in the comments section, give the name of the featured blogger, and his popular URL.

If you visit the guy as often as I do, please also tell me why you like the fella I have featured in this story.

The rest of the story will be continued in Part Three.

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