Lately even Life deals its harshest hand, making it seem like the cards I have are always at a notch behind, I'm not particularly that bothered.
Things are slow.
Every night for me seems to be a recount of wot I was while I was in College.
It was simply getting back the habit of drinking that I'm worried about. It's the people that I've had to meet along the way that makes everything seem odd to me.
Not that I don't want to meet new people.
it's just that majority of them currently are shysters--or TRULY odd.
This is Ruby. Met her off at a bar one time I was on my solo explorations. She works as a dancer (no she doesn't do nude) she just dances with a group, hip-hop style. When I arrived, the girls thought I was from some other Asian country, which made them all swarm in saying a young Japanese is within the area..
They flocked but I told them politely I'd like to sit with that girl in particular--pointing to Ruby.
Ruby's a nice lass. Quite wise beyond her years--wise I guess due to the fact that she knows how to pace her Lady's Drinking rounds that cost something like PhP310 a shot.
After hours, i guess by 4am, I left the bar--with Ruby.
I was drunk silly.
She wasn't.
I made clumsy moves.
She was adept and was in full control.
And the dawn just kept itself at bay till I got home around 7am.
Posted by Lost Wandering Soul ::
8:24 AM ::
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As my background song (my most favorite song of all time!) goes, "In troubled times come to me for shelter, I'll be running to be with you and...I'm willing to make that deal Is there a chance to carry on? If they could feel the way I feel....They would see the reason Why I'm talking to you...Don't let behind the reasons why we've come this far...You'll feel the pride of what we are..Two Rivers run to see and catch your falling stars.."
I made this blog at the LOWEST point in my life--when Dad passed away. After that, I thought moving on would be to focus on other things, on other endeavors. Then after some incident transpired lately, I suddenly recall I had a blog somewhere and so i dug this up.. tried to keep busy again and still am wallowing in the memories of all things disastrous to bear. Perhaps, this will in fact provide a necessary sanctuary. That's what this is really..a sanctuary of thoughts.. I do aim to make this a hideaway of my feelings and well my lost art of photography. Maybe through them, I'd let the soul wander for as long as it could traverse the vestibules of life..
