Wednesday, December 26, 2012

What Women Want



I was forwarded this "Fairy Tale" (thanks Soo) about King Arthur and his quest to find the answer to "What Women Want."
 
The ending is phenomenal, and very true, so I highly encourage you read:
 
A Fairy Tale 

Young King Arthur was ambushed and imprisoned by the monarch of a neighboring kingdom. The monarch could have killed him but was moved by Arthur's youth and ideals. So, the monarch offered him his freedom, as long as he could answer a very difficult question. Arthur would have a year to figure out the answer and, if after a year, he still had no answer, he would be put to death.

The question?....What do women really want? Such a question would
 perplex even the most knowledgeable man, and to young Arthur, it seemed an impossible query. But, since it was better than death, he accepted the monarch's proposition to have an answer by year's end .

He returned to his kingdom and began to poll everyone: the princess, the priests, the wise men and even the court jester. He spoke with everyone, but no one could give him a satisfactory answer.
Many people advised him to consult the old witch, for only she would have the answer.

But the price would be high; as the witch was famous throughout the kingdom for the exorbitant prices she charged.

The last day of the year arrived and Arthur had no choice but to talk to the witch. She agreed to answer the question, but he would have to agree to her price first.

The old witch wanted to marry Sir Lancelot, the most noble of the Knights of the Round Table and Arthur's closest friend!

Young Arthur was horrified. She was hunchbacked and hideous, had only one tooth, smelled like sewage, made obscene noises, etc. He had never encountered such a repugnant creature in all his life.

He refused to force his friend to marry her and endure such a terrible burden; but Lancelot, learning of the proposal, spoke with Arthur.

He said nothing was too big of a sacrifice compared to Arthur's life and the preservation of the Round Table.
Hence, a wedding was proclaimed and the witch answered Arthur's question thus:

What a woman really wants, she answered....is to be in charge of her own life.

Everyone in the kingdom instantly knew that the witch had uttered a great truth and that
 Arthur's life would be spared.

And so it was,
 the neighboring monarch granted Arthur his freedom and Lancelot and the witch had a wonderful wedding.

The honeymoon hour approached and Lancelot, steeling himself for a horrific experience, entered the bedroom. But, what a sight awaited him. The most beautiful woman he had ever seen lay before him on the bed. The astounded Lancelot asked what had happened
.
The beauty replied that since he had been so kind to her when she appeared as a witch, she would henceforth, be her horrible deformed self only half the time and the beautiful maiden the other half.

Which would he prefer? Beautiful during the day....or night?

Lancelot pondered the predicament. During the day, a beautiful woman to show off to his friends, but at night, in the privacy of his castle, an old witch? Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?

What would YOU do?
What Lancelot chose is below. BUT....make YOUR choice before you scroll down below. OKAY?

































Noble Lancelot said that he would allow HER to make the choice herself.

Upon hearing this, she announced that she would be beautiful all the time because he had respected her enough to let her be in charge of her own life.

Now....what is the moral to this story?
 


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The moral is..... 

If you don't let a woman have her own way....
 
Things are going to get ugly!!!





I've been in Africa for 1 year now. It's been an essential time in my life to discover what I want. I've been hurt along the way, and I've hurt others. 

As I become more aware of my individuality, the people who unconditionally embrace me for who I am and what I want, are the people who I want in my life.

I am far from perfect. I still don't know everything, nor I never will. 

But while I make strong and bold choices in the midst of my "self" discoveries, I thank those of you in my life for your patience, your understanding, your love, and your support.

Happy Holidays.  

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Dear Santa, I Would Like a Job



Dear Santa,

For Christmas this year, I would like a job.

It can be 9 - 5, and in front of a computer, and if so, I’d like the computer to have a big red bow when I arrive at my desk.  If it’s at a restaurant with night shifts, please make sure they upgrade me to a waitress in less than 3 months.

I’ve been extra sweet this year, and did an entire year of community service in Africa. I added 4 more months, so that should make me in the top 10, 000  out of the 4 billion on your “Nice” list. (As a reminder, I go back to the States in April, so I can’t accept anything until then.)

You will notice that next to the chocolate-chip cookies, I made chocolate-mint cupcakes. I learned how to bake those this year, and I hope that earns me extra brownie points. (Haha, get it?!)

Because I have many bills to pay, which includes the $500 monthly student loan, please make sure the salary is no less than 30K per year. Because I refuse to live with my parents for more than 2 months after I come home from Africa, rent will roughly cost $800 in the city, including utilities. Food per month will be around $500, and I guestimate $200 should be reserved for any extra living expenses, doctor visits, etc.

I am diabetic, so please keep my medical necessities in mind.

(No! I only had 2 cookies and 1 brownie. Puh-lease)

I am also prone to cavities, and fillings are very expensive.

(Yes, fine, 2 brownies.)

Anyway, bills add up to $2,000 per month - and I need to make sure I save at least $500 per month for future travels and my Roth 401(k) Retirement account.

I know you’ve been watching, but remember when I created that Leadership Program? And how much self confidence and personal development those kids gained? Imagine what I can do!

(Are you enjoying the brownies? They are perfect with the milk.)

I hope you will grant me my wish, and not let me sit at home in front of a computer sending resume after resume.  I will surely be depressed (picture all those rejections!) and lose all productivity: eat too many Doritos, drink too much Bud, never run, sleep for an ungodly 16 hours … All the while questioning my self worth and value.  All that I had gained in Africa would diminish! “You don’t have enough corporate experience for the real deal,” my mind will say. “Go get a beer and relax into the unqualified twit you are.”

You don’t want me to suffer through this, do you?  You know I’m worth millions and can impact so many lives! They just don’t know it yet, which is where you come in ...

I love you very much Santa. Please remember me and my endeavors; you know I won’t let you down.

Say hello to Mrs. Clause for me, and a big hug to Rudolph.

Love,
Hana