DST

third post for the day. sighs, i am so in the mood to spill my heart's contents and my life's episodes. the stress of all this are pressing on me. i'm not on the verge of depression that you'll have to start worrying for having read a lunatic's work, no. i'm just feeling way under the weather, that's all.

DAYLIGHT SAVING ENDED YESTERDAY. i've been meaning to tell you guys about it, and well, totally couldn't understand what wikipedia has to say on the matter. the unreliability of wikipedia *sighs. so i'll stick to my own definition, me being my own dictionary. here goes:

DAYLIGHT SAVING TIME (DST) (n.) is a common occurance in Britain and parts of Australia, whereby during summer, the daylight time is longer, and dawns are an hour short.

as i see it, time turned back, in the case of Vic from 3am, gears turned and the clock was pushed back an hour. it seems like a rather magical moment, though i missed it because i was fast asleep. super tired, you see. i thought of how we always think: OH HOW i wish i could turn back time. time really DID turn back, in the literal sense, and i thought, is this hour a gift to repair mankind's past mistakes? or a chance to repent? or to actually just think of it as just another wonder of nature, as mi amigas call it?

the earth is a beautiful thing, mother nature the center-nurturer- of that beauty. this incident is most definitely already presented in a scientific manner, but for me, i'll keep it as my own little fantasy inducer. that it is so magical that if we can turn back time, maybe fairies do exist. santa claus do give presents to good kids, and there is such a thing as happily ever after.