Mundane Nothings

The cramps are getting relentless, lasting more than 2 days. After the second hour of unabated pain, I was convinced my death was inevitable. Alas, 3 days later, here I am, running on empty and fending off the weak remnants of their attack. Its still there, but I can sit on them. Heh . My KL trip was...well...good enough. It could have been better, if divine specimens could be wantonly littered on the streets. But it was good, nonetheless. In that five days, I essentially had the most fun keeping records of worthy dudes whose faces I stumbled upon as we meander through the bustling retail outlets. You know, when I plot their numbers out, I actually got a bell curve! Heh . Normal distribution. Nothing normal about NOT encountering that much yummylicious bites in my very own country. Damn all this. I'm getting really used to the bite plate. I think I could spit in the eye of that bastard of a taxi driver and blame it on my bite plate.

I signed, she signed, they signed we signed. Yay . Another phase waits. I'm having strange dreams. Dreams of the past. Of what could have happened. Of destroyed solitude. Of intimacy that goes beyond the capacity of my waking moments. Of delusions that has the same touch as reality. Of course...they are mere dreams... So why harp on it. But a part of me longs for it to manifest itself in my real world, no matter how tiny that may be. I want those things to happen but I've long deleted that mechanism of hope in me. I do not hope. I just can't, after the immense downfall that perpetually repeats itself. It's tiring, never ending and useless. I hope no more, yet I want reality to take the course of my dreams. Heh . *from a distance* What the hell am I mem - bebel - ing * about? * that means rambling incessantly ;)