how ironic.

reading xiaxue's disneyland post, i can't help but feel woeful that my destination in 24 hours is neither disneyland nor queensland.

i wouldn't mind trading at the moment, honestly.

the nordic lands aka sweden -.- seems to be much drearier.. compared to the fantastic high theme parks give you. honestly, i know i've been whining about this for ever, but i do want to go before i get too old to enjoy it. (this is an inherent fear because i find the older i get, the more serious and hence the more boring) *gasps* i don't want to become a grandma on the porch with 73 cats that will eat my eyeballs out when i die in the apartment alone, only to be discovered 90 days later from the foul smell emanating from my sad government apartment, without my eyeballs.

wouldn't mind the cats though. just one that wouldn't think of eating my eyes.

queensland or disneyland =(

i'm not in the least bit excited for some reason. psych is over, i'm free, technically, and i'm on a holiday in 24 hours. why do i not feel any tingle of excitement at all?

anyway, watching prison break just now (i love prison break! that guy just grows on you. he is so. so. SO. good looking :D in a smart way, even though he doesnt have hot hair.) - digressing here; but what i was going to say was that, the sound of a gunshot echoing in the silence is the saddest most final sound in the world.. a life gone in a flash of gunfire and the booming shot leaving scattered cartilage behind..tearing through flesh and blood, taking away the soul..

*shudder*

humans are a little too smart for their own good sometimes.