NOT FOR KIDS Fairy Tale

All of us are familiar with the famous Disney Princess. We love their stories of happily ever after. But are you aware that these were not the original versions. Disney just didn’t have the heart of how the original versions concluded, so he came up with his own happy endings. 

 

In the the original French version (by Charles Perrault)  of Little Red Riding Hood, the tale was not quite so nice, here she was eaten by the wolf, there was no woodsman, no grandmother.

In the very 1st version of the Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen, the mermaid sees the Prince marry a princess and she despairs. She is offered a knife with which to stab the prince to death to become a mermaid again, but rather than do that she jumps into the sea and dies by turning to froth.

 

In the original tale of Snow white & the 7 dwarves, the Queen actually asks for Snow White’s liver and lungs to be served for dinner. Also in the original, Snow White wakes up when she is jostled by the prince’s horse as he carries her back to his castle – not from a magical kiss. In the Grimm version, the tale ends with the Queen being forced to dance to death in red hot iron shoes.

In the original Sleeping Beauty, she was put to sleep by curse. The king seeing her asleep rapes her. After nine months she gives birth to two children (while still asleep). One of the children sucks her finger removing the piece of flax which was keeping her asleep. She wakes up to find herself raped and the mother of two kids.

In the original tale dating 1837, the the bears find Goldilocks and rip her apart and eat her.

In the sinister variation by the Grimm brothers, Cinderella’s nasty step-sisters cut off parts of their own feet in order to fit them into the glass slipper hoping to fool the prince. The prince is alerted to the trickery by two pigeons who peck out the step sister’s eyes. They end up spending the rest of their lives as blind beggars while Cinderella gets to lounge about in luxury at the prince’s castle.

I think I would rather have my daughter know the Disney Versions LOL

i miss that feeling ...

I miss that feeling

That everything is alright

I miss that feeling

Sleeping like a baby at night

I miss that feeling

That peace of mind

Knowing that somebody

Will always be by my side

Where has chivalry gone? Lost are the days of knights in shining armor always ready to rescue their damsels in distress. They say times have changed. A woman now has to be strong, to be able to stand on her own, not dependent on anybody else. We can do what men do ! We can lead companies, rule countries ! Hooray ! For we are now not the weaker sex, we are now an equal !

But is it really so bad ? To have somebody hold your hand, lend you his jacket in the rain, let you cry over some silly sad movie, and laugh with you with the funny ones. To have somebody ask you “ are you ok?” and give you his shoulder when your not. Wouldn’t it be a relief when you just don’t have to be strong enough ?

I remember from a distant past what it feels like, to be cared for by somebody… I miss that feeling.

I have been paddling my own canoe for a long time, I’ve forgotten what it feels like to take a cruise.

i thought i was cinderella

I met prince charming when I was 11. He was perfect. Good looking, intelligent, athletic & fabulously wealthy. He was everything a girl could ever wish for. On dreamy mornings when the weather is just right, and the sun is nowhere in sight, all I could think of was the two of us kissing in the rain.

Everybody liked him, they wanted to be around him. You can just imagine all the cheerleaders trying to bag him. I was a nobody, a transferee from another school. I made a couple of friends, all of which are none existent like me to the nobility population. They say there are only 2 kinds of girls, the cheerleaders and the nerds. Imagine my agony not belonging to any of the two. Yep, I am with the rest of “everbody else” category.  Folks with standard lives, allowable looks, run of the mill intelligence & middle class earning. We were the corners basking in their bright light as they pass the corridor of this fearful world called high school.

Don’t worry, there’s a happy segment to this tale of mine - I was Cinderella. I never deemed it possible but he noticed me, and soon enough we were a couple. Envision the load of angry eyes on me every day, every month, every year. It was the best 8 years of my life. Suddenly high school wasn’t so bad, and college was even better. He was true to his title Prince Charming. He truly swept me off my feet, he turned me into a princess, his princess.

I thought it will last forever …  but it didn’t. Every fairy tale has an evil step mother. Mine came as his mother. The queen disapproves of this peasant girl being the wife of the future king. So she made him choose, and he chose the throne. THE END.

Not all Fairy Tales have a happy ending.

Leave my daughter alone !

My 6 year old has been having sleepless nights. It started as mere tossing and turning in her sleep. This lasted for a week. Then it progressed to sleep walking. This lasted another week. Now it has turned into cries of fear. She would wake up from a peaceful slumber crying in fear. We tried asking for help from the local “witch doctor” which in our country is called “Tawas”. She said that a dwarf (dwende) has taken a fancy at my daughter. She did her ritual of candles and said “tonight your daughter will sleep soundly”. She didn’t. She woke up on the usual time of 2:30AM crying loudly as if in pain and very frightened. I was so disappointed. So, me and my family decided to go to other alternatives. We’d sleep at 3AM, that way it would be way pass the “witching hour”. But to no avail, as soon as she falls asleep, in 30 miuntes she’d wake up crying. A cousin suggested sleep over. “Maybe it’s your house” We live in my husband ancestral home where his dad & grand parents died. Do you think that has anything to do with the disturbance ? Frankly, I don’t think so. This house has its reputation for being haunted. They say different kind of entities surrounds it, so on and so forth. We haven’t given that suggestion a shot yet, but we are considering it. Until then, here’s to more sleepless nights, as I stay awake watching my baby girl, hoping and praying that tonight, is the night she’ll have a good nights sleep.

Alone

I like being alone. I like the silence of solitude. Sitting there doing nothing, thinking of zilch, without a care in the world. No burden on my mind. No anxiety in my heart.

Is it a wrong to feel this way ? Sometimes I wish I could just run away. Not because of any logical reason but just because …  just because I want to be by myself. To wake up in the morning and not have to stand up. To have somebody prepare me breakfast in bed and leave. To laze around the whole day in my pajamas, without any need to comb my hair. Just to feel the wind blowing on my face and watch the clouds as they make their funny shapes. And to smell the whiff of a freshly mowed lawn giving me a sense of nostalgia, a sense of peace that I use to have a long time ago.

Where has the love gone?

Every love story has the same foundation, love letters and phone calls, flowers and chocolates. The dates where it’s just inconceivable to say goodbye. How we wish we didn’t have to part, we want to be together constantly, every minute, every second of the day. The missing is just painful.

Wedding bells !!! Kids, 1, 2 … You just can’t stand him. The way he talk, the way he walk, even his smell is just infuriating. If only.

What went wrong? Isn’t this the same man? The same man whose kiss made you breathless, whose touch you yearned for. The same man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with – till death do you part.

Is it the physical change? The gray hair, the love handles, wrinkles. Or is it the emotional change? The thoughtfulness, the concern and care. We loved the attention bestowed upon us like a fragile child. Where did it all go?

But then, you should also ask yourself, is it him? Or is it you? Or is it both of you?

Horror Movies ... an addiction

Doesn’t anybody notice how we clamor for horror movies? We just love to be terrified ! It doesn’t matter if it’s human or supernatural, the scarier the better. Blame it to the monotony of our lives. Maybe it is an escape from what truly troubles us. The mortgage we can’t make, tuition fees, bills bills bills, an unhappy relationship or just plain boredom from a mediocre life. 

Horror movies takes us away on an adventure. It fuels our imagination. We forget for a brief moment what is really tormenting us because we are afraid of something else, something is haunting us. We begin to believe that there’s something out there trying to get us. We may be the hero, or we may be the victim. But it’s a story being played out with excitement. Horror movies gives us sleepless nights, we become sensitive of the most minute sound. Suddenly we are aware of shadows in the past not there. We question mundane events and sought to find more meaning to it. They say Art imitates Life, or is it the other way around.