strength to carry on

“watching the sunset on island Paradise”

watching the world pass me by. lovers holding hands in the train. the simple gaze that is shared that promises happiness and security. it nauseates me to watch PDA. i am not against it per se, its just that such emotions or the lack of such depth in my life has just turned me into a greened eyed monster. every evening as i step off from the hospital i am greeted by all this hormonally charged homo sapiens and i just want to puke my hearts out. not that i have more than one heart. i do have four chambers in my heart. but i digress. the only mode of escape i find is my books. alas, they too tend to be of romantic nature and at times i feel like slamming the characters . of course, the passengers who have to endure the train ride with me must be applauded for their ability to hold onto their rationality. in the midst of my reading, i suddenly burst out into laughter. at other times i curse the stupidness of the charcters. but all the same,they must think me mad.

i think i have totally veered off topic and now for the life of me i cant quite recall what i wanted to blog about in the first place.