Way Of Life.

Dancing is a way of life for me, just as writing is to some people, or basketball.

Dance should come naturally with or without music. It's in the swing in your hips when you walk. It's in the way your shoulders move when you wave goodbye. It's in the way your fingers grip the wheel and in how you turn it. It's how you flip your hair without using your hands.

It's innate. It's never learned. It's either you have it or you don't.

They say all you need is rhythm. I say all you need is passion.


P.S.
This post came about because a friend still can't get over the fact that I can dance to Wolfgang's Center Of The Sun. Hehe. Wolfgang rules!

Comments

Anonymous said…
your post reminds me of the saying: People who are good dancers are good in -- oh, nvm. :p

:)
9:26 AM, May 22, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@a-jaw: Oh, I've never heard of that before...







Charing.
11:34 AM, May 22, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@keith: Oohh, fellow dancer!

Hehe. I dance enough. So maybe i should...

;)

Oh, my nasty thoughts.
12:29 PM, May 25, 2006
Quentin said…
*reads comments*

/begin own comment

I can dance for like, half a day straight
6:00 PM, May 25, 2006
Anonymous said…
hahaha.. how come this post leads to something else?
9:40 PM, May 25, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@quentino: Hehe. That's stamina. ;)

@a-jaw: Aba, nagtaka ka pa?! Hahaha.
5:30 PM, May 27, 2006
Tin said…
haha! buti ka pa, i'm so envious. ako gusto ko mag-dance, but a cardboard gorilla would look much better XD
1:49 PM, June 01, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@pigarotti: Hehe. Okay lang yan. I'll give you lessons for free, you just have to feed me. Haha. ;)
1:09 AM, June 02, 2006
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