thank god!
its the weekend!
time to relax a little,
but, there's one more week of exams!

had my lit paper today...
do u wanna read the poem i had to do?!

Dulce et Decorum Est
Bent double, loke old berrags under sacks,
Kocked kneed couching like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on haunting flares we turned out backs,
and toward our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shot. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; death even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick boys! - An ecstacy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy halmets just in tint,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime. -
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowming.

In all my dreams, in helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace,
Behing the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood.

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter ad the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro Patra Mosr.

(the words in ittalics means: It is a sweet and fitting thing to dir for one's country)
> YEAH RIGHT!

anyways,
if you're wondering how i got the poem,
i had some time after i finished the paper,
i took the extra writing paper and copied it...
heehee...

well, everyone,
going out soon!
see ya'll!













~ watashi no sekai wa sugoi desho??

thank god!
its the weekend!
time to relax a little,
but, there's one more week of exams!

had my lit paper today...
do u wanna read the poem i had to do?!

Dulce et Decorum Est
Bent double, loke old berrags under sacks,
Kocked kneed couching like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on haunting flares we turned out backs,
and toward our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shot. All went lame, all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; death even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick boys! - An ecstacy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy halmets just in tint,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime. -
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowming.

In all my dreams, in helpless sight
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace,
Behing the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood.

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Bitter ad the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro Patra Mosr.

(the words in ittalics means: It is a sweet and fitting thing to dir for one's country)
> YEAH RIGHT!

anyways,
if you're wondering how i got the poem,
i had some time after i finished the paper,
i took the extra writing paper and copied it...
heehee...

well, everyone,
going out soon!
see ya'll!













~ watashi no sekai wa sugoi desho??