More recently, I don't know if I have become a man of my word or a man of words.
I don't know if I've become a person who constantly lives to please, forgoing some of the things which I have always believed right, and accepting wrong.
I find myself daily looking for the strength to resist temptation, yet I find myself stronger to resistance.
I woke up at 6 AM, short of breath. For some reasons the words:
"You are a bad bet"
and "Death before Dishonor"
rang in my head.
I need a change of lifestyle.
Just thought I should write this down as a reminder to myself.
So, I got another random dream. This time it's a little random, and I don't know what the fuck is going on really but here it is.
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Epic Meal Dream.
I'm in a restaurant. I'm sitting at a table and just chilling for a moment. For some reason, I'm panned outside of the restaurant and it's situated in a spiraling metropolis, in the middle of a massive drop into what seems like a giant industrial storm drain with an inlaid beach and blue lake. The surrounding area is just full of long, giant fly overs, stretching hundreds of feet from the ground, with sky scrapers surrounding the drain like a cove. For some reason, it seems as though we were situated on the edge of a giant city, with the ocean view stretching far and a clean drop off some buildings after the drain.
My vision returns to the restaurant, and next thing I know, Celebrity Chef Wan walks in.
He looked something like this.
And then for some reason, steak appeared in front of me. We had a good chat about how good the steak was, and how that he knew what other good steak there was at this restaurant. After I had eaten my steak, another plate of sizzling steak on a hot plate arrived. It looked like a really good steak, with perfect marbling, good blood saturation and firmness. I tried the steak and Chef Wan just spoke on about how good it was. I just nodded my head in agreement.
I sat there in the restaurant for awhile to collect my thoughts. Then one of my bosses at work walks into the door! He looked almost 15 years younger and he came up to me with one of my colleagues. We start to have a chat about work, and then he talks to Chef Wan. It seems as though they are familiar with each other and we sit down together to talk about life. The restaurant at this stage is empty, but the sun is still set at a mid-low 5-6 PM time, where it's not too bright, but the yellow and white glow of the sun peers through the cracks of some high rise buildings. After some while, the restaurant goes empty and I start to say my goodbyes.
The next scene, I'm in my car already, driving off from the restaurant. I see my driver, next to me, having a chat like he normally does. Then for some reason, we hit the barrier of the flyover.
I just remember going over the edge, and instinctively, looking down, I unbuckled my seat belt and opened my car door. My driver did the same and we both left my car. As we fell, I noticed the giant storm drain below and had a sigh of relief. We hit the water, and I just remember surfacing as fast as I could. I looked around and saw my driver, struggling to get out of the water. I grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him ashore the massive storm drain. For some reason, the storm drain was packed with people, just diving in and around the drain, swimming around. Some of them rushed over to see if we were ok. I looked at my driver, who looked beaten and on the brink of death, but he was fine after awhile. I looked on at my car as it sank, feeling sad that it happened, but I didn't know what really to think.
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So there you have it. Another random dream. Shit is getting more random as I go.
The flight back home was awesome. It was so windy, it was like an ADVENTURE!! Couple with children crying, people praying and flight attendants sighing. I, however, slept like a pig. The only time I woke up was to tell the little kid sitting behind me to stop kicking the chair. The weather didn't help either. It's always fun to approach a run-way with the plane rotating like a drill head to adjust within the degrees of precision required to determine instant death, slow burning death or safe landing!
Thankfully it was a safe landing.
Anyway, the second the seat-belt sign switched off, shot a text to Claire to grab some dinner and proceeded to get out of customs.
Got home, and in true KK fashion, the power was out. Good thing my room still had power - WOOT!
So, sprayed some good smelling shit on myself, to get rid of all the terrible swamp ass smell and body odours. Good to get back to my cologne collection - CK Free <3
Left to Right : Michelle, Claire, Me.
It was good seeing some old faces again after being gone for so long.
Edit : Had to remove the video cause EMI is being a racist bitch with their region block bullshit. You can stop YouTube, but you can't stop the internet, fuckers.
