Incredibly odd.. I find myself yawning crazily at 12.35 AM, while listening to my impossibly english playlist (in jasmine's room, which I un-intentionally evicted her from). All of which extremely out of character, if you knew me in person. Esp: if I told you that I only woke up at 1.45PM.

It was a quiet and peaceful sunday, uneventful for ME. Probably the same for Jasmine, until her computer in digital terms, combusted into nothingness. IT must be her special Jupiter-ian powers to END computers like that.

But in anycase, my Sunday consisted of chinese drama re-runs, some 汤圆 in commemoration for 冬至 -- though all the purpose and past excitement for the event are lost in me. And more time with Tong, peppered again with unavoidable squabbles with dad(who always pushes the wrong button). But to my credit, I shall put it in my 09 resolutions to keep my temper in check. There was some non-existent conversations with granny, while I'm always absorbed into something else.

After the dramas I've watched so dutifully over the years, Twilight which I completed just last night ( and I absolutely have to finish the entire series to get it off my head). My one conclusion was, I was always in the wrong direction trying to live or act like the books, stories or dramas. They were too concise, with each word, act or scene refined to symbolise to propel the plot. That was afterall the stimulus for the birth of literature studies.

Life is rarely that saturated, more often filled with blanks or fillers that simply exists in routine. And this sunday, clearly one of those "filler" days, which in my point of view now: more of bliss than anything else.

I'm gonna lose myself in Art History and its Institution (which is due with its library mates tomorrow.... ), while thinking if I should get that Twilight OST from itunes, and debating if I should go out to grab the Twilight series books and to bank to clear my heavy debts. Quite abit to think about tonight. Till tomorrow then.
/Sometime again, jeanie