Rain on autumn leaves

Charles Perrault - La Belle au Bois Dormant

Many a girl has waited long
For a husband brave or strong;
But I'm sure I never met
Any sort of woman yet
Who could wait a hundred years,
Free from fretting, free from fears.
Now, our story seems to show
That a century or so,
Late or early, matters not;
True love comes by fairy-lot.
Some old folk will even say
It grows better by delay.
Yet this good advice, I fear,
Helps us neither there nor here.
Though philosophers may prate
How much wiser 'tis to wait,
Maids will be a-sighing still --
Young blood must when young blood will!

Haha, I love that 'moral of the story'. It's so nice! And it's funny. There's another one I love, in the book Clementine by Sophie Masson.

The stairs reached up and up to the sky
And still they climbed up, up, so high.
And at the top, there was a room of air,
And a woman sat spinning in a golden chair.

Spinning Jenny, who weaves our fates on her wheel,
Spinning Jenny, with her heart of steel.

She said, 'O, Dawn bright and good, you have come.'
And she held out a hand white as bone.
An iron spindle she held, dull and red,
To the Count's daughter she smilingly said,
'Take it, my dear,
for your time it is here.'

Spinning Jenny, who weaves our fates on her wheel,
Spinning Jenny, with her heart of steel.

And so the girl stretched out to grasp it tight,
But the coachman's child, strong and bright,
Took it before the Dawn could die.
And the spindle pierced her finger instead...

And so she fell like one who was dead.
The sound of her fall was like the crack of doom
And all who heard it went into a swoon.
And then the Spinner held high her hand:
Spinning Jenny, who weaves our fates on her wheel,
Spinning Jenny, with her heart of steel.

All around the castle slept for a hundred years;
Frozen on the faces were laughter, frozen were the tears.
Cobwebs grew on the windows, and the wood took root
In the halls, round the mirrors, everywhere did shoot.
The grim grey tower swayed in the wind,
But nobody saw it, everyone's eyes were dimmed
By Spinning Jenny, who weaves our fates on her wheel,
Spinning Jenny, with her heart of steel.

Until one perfect summer's day, in the sunny wood
The King's sons came riding and here they stood,
And their eyes were opened in a strange delight
And they saw the tower shining so bright...

It was a brightness not of mortal ken
A brightness not from the land of men.
And in that brightness, bright they saw
The world opening on another door.
And there stood the spinner, spindle in hand,
Smiling with a smile they did not understand.
Spinning Jenny, who weaves our fates on her wheel,
Spinning Jenny, with her heart of steel.

She said, 'This is not the place for which you long,
My sons, my dears, you have gone all wrong.
For the answer to your hopes lies not with me
But with the heart of love that will always see
What has been hidden from immortal eyes...

For love is much more than kisses and sighs.
It seems so far true, it sees into the soul,
And of all things human, it makes you whole.
So said Spinning Jenny, and then goodnight,
Leaving behind her a dazzle of light.
Spinning Jenny, who weaves our fates on her wheel,
Spinning Jenny, with her heart of steel.

For true love ends well, with kings' sons or no,
A story told and retold and retold even so.
Happily they lived, together at last-
Present and future, future and past.

Hyper in the morning, came up with 'MY NEW SIGNATURE MOVE' on the spot. Haha!
MT was fun with Zaf.
English was okay.
At least now we're doing something that is SLIGHTLY subjective.
History was kinda okay. Contented with my marks of 17.5/20.

Recess was well... just recess.
Literature was yawnage.
One second I was sitting up straight, next I almost banged into the table. Not exaggerating here!
I got 15/20 for Lit.
Can't believe she practically read out everyone's answers.
Even though they were quite funny. Mine was quite funny.
But she go through so many, everyone just wanted to get back their papers!
Took one period to give out the papers.

Saw Irfan waiting for me at the tower.
haha. he waiting very cute. haha!
I could feel eyes on me. I hate it. GET LOST! MY MATTERS DON'T CONCERN YOU ANYMORE!
Joshua spilled rice, Doctor Ong waved to us (can you believe it?! I have to admit it was kinda cute in a funny way), Sibling stole Irfan (haha! admit it, you have some problem against people sending me home! boo you!) .

So Liyana and I went back inside, went to look for Ms Eileen, talk talk, then I went back home.
It felt so peaceful walking. It was just me and the wind.

Fell asleep in the bus, woke up at the interchange. Only other time that happened was last year. Waiting for the LRT is so awesome. I've never appreciated the view this much, accompanied by the soft blow of wind.

And that is why I love Punggol. It's probably one of the few places still under development. But, I want it to remain this way. It's so beautiful. It's so peaceful. Don't take it away, please.

Got down, walked to SPC. I miss my primary school. I watched as the kids ran up the stairs I once climbed. Memories flooded my mind as my eyes landed onto the field. That was where I fell into wet mud fighting over a stupid rugby ball.

That was where we all fought over the hose. Haha! Now I remember the stadium, I remember the rush, I remember the happiness I felt as I held a medal. I want to run again. I miss those times.

The wind seemed to be my incentive for memory recalling. Bought my OCK and Strawberry Tea ( weeee! ) , walked home. Funny how it took me 3 hours to reach home and still my mum didn't say a thing.

She was too anxious about my sister's results! In the end she got all B's and one E ( Maths. Duh. )
My cousin is still appyling for Poly tho. He just finished ITE.

My mum was explaining to me. Wow, it's a really long journey. Not adding NS. Haha!

Okay, that's all. My hand tired from writing such a long poem!