wake up, you sleepy head!

I've been lazy these past days, with dvd engagements all night until 朝日 shows up and dozing until the last rays are gone.

My day's the other way around. As it has always been. Only worse.
Blame it to oversleeping.

I feel weak and too tired to cook.
Blame it to over sleeping.

My room's a mess for weeks or maybe months now.
Blame it to over sleeping.

I haven't seen the sun for a while now.
Blame it to over sleeping.

I doubt if I can wake up tomorrow in time for our Tokyo trip.
Blame it to over sleeping.


And to 24.

habang atin ang gabi

had a gluttonous make-your-own sushi dinner..

5 am and still awake..

taking advantage of the free internet.. (arigatou Uchida-sensei)

made a chikka account.. (but nobody replied)

trying to blog my supposed-to-be-sad-but-turned-out-to-be-happy Christmas..
(salamat Mar, Kat, Gino, Ate Cy, Kuya Jayson, Ate Nor and Xiao)

wanting to answer my mom's e-mail..

assessing my 2007.. (a blessed year)

but no luck..

maybe next time..

wondering who'll come to our high school batch reunion tonight..

and thinking of the fun they'll have..

all without me..

hahay..

no more drama of wanting to be home..

in less than 2 months, i'll be home anyway.. :)

but now...

i'll just continue my lazy dawn..

listening to a deadly dose of my musical refuge..

if there is such a term..

SOUTHBORDER..

w/ Jay Oliver Durias at Kanto Bar (Davao Show 2004)

Ginger Bread Christmas Cottage

Dec. 22, 2007


Today, we made a ginger bread house. Six hours, a tray of home-made apple pie, glasses of peach tea and a Bridget Jones’ Diary movie after, the snow-covered cottage stood up while decorations were being glued on its roof.



A minute or two of that Yatta! and yehey! feeling, the sweet-smelling house collapsed. The meringue a.k.a snow a.k.a glue didn’t do its job well. And, damn gravity. haha



In the end, we had to eat the house, piece by piece.


It’s three more days to an apparently sabishii, no-noche-buena-and-family Christmas but I’ll not be a collapsed ginger bread cottage. I refuse to be one though I’m already on the edge.


Merry Christmas everyone!

panicking

isang slap-on-the-face moment sa literature class ko nung monday:

-----> we were talking about Chapter 1 of the book The No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith when DNA testing came into the subject...

DNA! DNA! DNA!

(..in Dawn's mind..)

Sh*t! What does DNA stand for again???

deoxyri... deoxyrin.. deoxy... what?????????????? .......... acid!

gulay dawn, DNA... DNA... remember.. remember...

................................................................................

a few moments of panicking and scribbling after:

(..written on dawn's notebook..)

deoxyribonucleic acid

there you go dawn.. after what seemed like 48 years for a biology major... shame!!!!!!

reality check: i've been totally blocked out from biology (no books, no lessons, no lectures, no everything!) for almost a year now and given my poorest of poor memory, i have to start getting back on track. Remebering what DNA stood for is my first step. Disaster. Major.

Oh God, help me.