Reinhard Gouw's Journal

Behind pillars, 4:00 a.m.

Sweet smiles, expectations brought down.
Heightened instincts, repressed always.
Faraway thoughts, not crazy still.
Many faces, many quirks.
Affections, crushes, interests.
Losing touch, not again matter.
Mentality processes, not quite answer.

Wind, crickets, and chirps.
Sounds, touch, lone, shame.
Earlier smiles, cute quirks.
Forever stable, forever tough.

Heart, mind, body, soul.
Gone wandering, some parts lost.
Walking aimless, masks and repress.
Alter ego, right or wrong.

I want this to end.
I don't want this to end.

I thought I won't be dancing so much like I did in high school. But here it is, active in campus also consists of dancing for me.
So I want to introduce you to these new crazy folks happening in my life.
The UC Big Dance Crew; or BDC as a stage name.
In the past month, we've been connected to each other. At least every Monday, Thursday, and Saturday for certain. There were 2 jobs ahead of us. And these practices narrow my days, but they're one of my favorite times of the week. Dancing has always been a pleasure, a pride, and also a blessing for me. 2 jobs in October, 2 Saturdays straight. Having them as a team is an awesome thing.

Here we are, the BDC:

Me hairstyling Sam, always.

The Willows.

We're such a crazy and fun team. I bet I'll keep holding on to this.

Well, I'm not a dancer for life. But to stop, I can't and I won't.
I'll keep on dancing.