Feb 8, 2016
Coming off of a sickness always makes me want to do more. I really don't like getting sick. It's like a shackle that I can't shake for a few weeks. Whenever I end up getting a flu or a cold I always wonder what it feels like to be healthy. The cold meds, pain meds seem to cloud judgment. Quite annoying really.
I woke up this morning with some remnants of the flu that has plagued me for over three weeks now. I always feel that when I get better I am going to do more with my days. But where does this work life balance even come from? I look at other people and see that they are living their lives to the fullest. Do they have days like I do? Days that seem wasted because I couldn't bring myself off of the couch? What am I really missing in the world? What is this crappy struggle that I put my self into?
I have found that buying things to make me happy doesn't make me happy anymore. So I hold off on buying new things. It's as if I am stuck on this eternal loop on always needing something. I do all the checks in my head. Will this thing make my life easier? Will it make my days brighter? This is truly highlighted when I bought my HP Stream 7. It was a $100 tablet. I could surf the internet I could check my mail. It could almost do what an iPad could do. Right now it just sits collecting dust on my desk. Sometimes I just want to throw my hands up into the air. Drop everything I am doing and just not do anything. Why can't I just be happy with what I have. I am already very happy with my family life. I love it! But when it comes down to my possessions I just don't really care. I used to take care of how I dressed. Now I care about what is the easiest thing to wear when I get up in the morning. I would rather have my hair cut short and not worry about styling it. If I had to style it, it should only take 30 seconds. Any longer and I would hate my hair all day.
Ramble, ramble, ramble. Does this even make any sense? What do you do when you have everything you have ever wanted? I keep seeing these Jim Carey posts about asking the Universe for what you want most. Once you have reached that point however where you have everything that you need and don't require everything why is it difficult to maintain? Why are we programmed to want more when we have achieved everything we set out to do. Are we programmed at birth to always look for more than what we have? Do I expect answers to these questions? Why yes! Yes I do! It's not gonna happen any time soon but I am hoping I will find some sort of Facebook Share or Youtube video that will give me just a little more insight.
Brian From the Future: Jul 30, 2018
I really don't know where my head space was when I wrote this. I think what I was trying to write was that I hate getting sick and does everyone have an existential? Its a couple days past my 35th birthday and I think I felt most of the feelings I talk about above when I woke up that day. "The more things change the more things stay the same." That's a quote from some either movie or TV show. I think it is like a trope of some sort. I will probably never know... I should google it.
Monday, 30 July 2018
Sunday, 16 March 2014
My little Girl
So a new year has arrived. It is amazing how quickly things can change and how quickly time goes by. It's as if I am a sail boat being led by the currents of time. I look back on 2013 and see that I am a very different person now. The birth of my daughter changed the way I look at things.
My daughter was born a year ago.
There was no doubt that the baby was coming. My excitement was high. My wife's best friend was bringing pizza over to the house so we could wait out her contractions. Now I had pizza to keep my mind, at least a little preoccupied during the birth of my daughter. My wife was already in the bath tub trying to keep the pain from the contractions at bay.
I had just downloaded a contraction app so that we can monitor the contractions. My wife was getting annoyed as I was more interested in the app than her swimming in the tub. It took only a couple of hours before we had the go ahead from the mid-wife to head to the birthing centre.
It was a very cold night in January. The EDM mix my friend had made me was pumping in the smart car and kept time of my wife's contractions. The trip to the birthing centre was short lived we were the redirected by our mid-wife due to meconium in the fluid after breaking my wife's water. Scared was an understatement. My wife was howling like a wolf from pain and yet I had to keep calm. Meconium meant that the baby was in distress. We headed to the hospital as fast as my little 89 HP motor could take us safely.
Bitter cold nipped at my cheeks as we reached the hospital. I got out grabbing everything I could carry. The pain of the contractions made it difficult for my wife to walk. I noticed my pace had quickened. Leaving behind the reason why I was at the hospital in the first place. I noticed i was walking alone. I stopped and turned to run back to my wife. Was this really happening? Mind and body were trying to get equilibrium. Heaven knows what she was going through. Pizza was on my mind too, no word of lie in that. After what seemed like a hike up a mountain, we were in the delivery room.
We were still wanting to have a water birth. The water was drawn in the tub. The pain more excruciating than ever. Low notes emanated from my wife while I took a moment to shove a pizza slice into my mouth. My wife's best friend was more level headed than I was. The mid-wife recruited her to help my wife get settled. Baby was being monitored and there were fluctuations in the baby's every ten minutes.
The pain was too much for my wife and had to have an epidural started. I propped her up while the anesthesiologist worked. Baby's vitals were not getting any better. Before we knew it I was signing off waiver forms and releases. It was a whirlwind. I was being dressed in a gown and hair net. We were going into surgery. An emergency caesarean section had to be done.
I was brought into the waiting room. I could see the doctors prepping. Many thoughts going through my head. I had to relax. I had to breath. I was called in by a nurse so that I can sit with my wife through the procedure. A crew of body engineers worked on retrieving my baby from danger. Before I could blink a short cry came from behind the blue curtain. A hand appeared around the curtain holding my daughter. "It's a girl" the doctor said.
The doctor handed my daughter to the respiratory squad. They made sure that she was breathing and cleaned her up. I was called over to the area where she was. This little life form moving around on the table wondering where the heck she was. I stared in curiousity. I was stunned. Her beautiful eyes stared at me.
"You can touch her you know." A nurse from behind me said smiling.
She swaddled my little baby and put her into my arms.
I heard my wife call my name. "Is she alright?" She yelled across the operating floor.
I smiled.
"She is just fine." I replied.
I carried my new little sweetheart to her mommy. My wife was worried because there were no cries. Our daughter was just serene taking in her new environment. Mommy smiled weakly. I introduced the two of them to each other. My heart was filled with joy. I just loved my wife so much for being so strong. I loved my little girl just because. I couldn't really explain it.
I had always known that I would be a dad one day. It was never a decision that I feared. There were only questions I asked myself about the challenge. Will I be as good of a father as my father was for his family? Will I be able to support my family as well as my father did? There were hard times indeed but my parents pulled us through. My mom had the role of keeping us close. My father had the role of bread winner. I wanted to make sure that I could answer those questions and work hard for my own family.
Being a dad is a little surreal at times. I see my little girl playing and I just pause in awe of how much she has grown. It only has been a year but I can't fully imagine my life with out her or even my life before her. She is in day care now and socializing. She learns so fast and is still as cute as a button. I can't wait for the new experiences that parent hood has in store for me and my wife. Life is just as interesting as it could ever be.
What else will 2014 have in store for me. I really don't know. Come back and check in on this blog as I will continue to write the things in my head at 2am. If you are a more visual person check out my youtube page at www.youtube.com/brepublic.
I hope you have a great day!~ Let me know what you think of my blog!
Cheers!
My daughter was born a year ago.
There was no doubt that the baby was coming. My excitement was high. My wife's best friend was bringing pizza over to the house so we could wait out her contractions. Now I had pizza to keep my mind, at least a little preoccupied during the birth of my daughter. My wife was already in the bath tub trying to keep the pain from the contractions at bay.
I had just downloaded a contraction app so that we can monitor the contractions. My wife was getting annoyed as I was more interested in the app than her swimming in the tub. It took only a couple of hours before we had the go ahead from the mid-wife to head to the birthing centre.
It was a very cold night in January. The EDM mix my friend had made me was pumping in the smart car and kept time of my wife's contractions. The trip to the birthing centre was short lived we were the redirected by our mid-wife due to meconium in the fluid after breaking my wife's water. Scared was an understatement. My wife was howling like a wolf from pain and yet I had to keep calm. Meconium meant that the baby was in distress. We headed to the hospital as fast as my little 89 HP motor could take us safely.
Bitter cold nipped at my cheeks as we reached the hospital. I got out grabbing everything I could carry. The pain of the contractions made it difficult for my wife to walk. I noticed my pace had quickened. Leaving behind the reason why I was at the hospital in the first place. I noticed i was walking alone. I stopped and turned to run back to my wife. Was this really happening? Mind and body were trying to get equilibrium. Heaven knows what she was going through. Pizza was on my mind too, no word of lie in that. After what seemed like a hike up a mountain, we were in the delivery room.
We were still wanting to have a water birth. The water was drawn in the tub. The pain more excruciating than ever. Low notes emanated from my wife while I took a moment to shove a pizza slice into my mouth. My wife's best friend was more level headed than I was. The mid-wife recruited her to help my wife get settled. Baby was being monitored and there were fluctuations in the baby's every ten minutes.
The pain was too much for my wife and had to have an epidural started. I propped her up while the anesthesiologist worked. Baby's vitals were not getting any better. Before we knew it I was signing off waiver forms and releases. It was a whirlwind. I was being dressed in a gown and hair net. We were going into surgery. An emergency caesarean section had to be done.
I was brought into the waiting room. I could see the doctors prepping. Many thoughts going through my head. I had to relax. I had to breath. I was called in by a nurse so that I can sit with my wife through the procedure. A crew of body engineers worked on retrieving my baby from danger. Before I could blink a short cry came from behind the blue curtain. A hand appeared around the curtain holding my daughter. "It's a girl" the doctor said.
The doctor handed my daughter to the respiratory squad. They made sure that she was breathing and cleaned her up. I was called over to the area where she was. This little life form moving around on the table wondering where the heck she was. I stared in curiousity. I was stunned. Her beautiful eyes stared at me.
"You can touch her you know." A nurse from behind me said smiling.
She swaddled my little baby and put her into my arms.
I heard my wife call my name. "Is she alright?" She yelled across the operating floor.
I smiled.
"She is just fine." I replied.
I carried my new little sweetheart to her mommy. My wife was worried because there were no cries. Our daughter was just serene taking in her new environment. Mommy smiled weakly. I introduced the two of them to each other. My heart was filled with joy. I just loved my wife so much for being so strong. I loved my little girl just because. I couldn't really explain it.
I had always known that I would be a dad one day. It was never a decision that I feared. There were only questions I asked myself about the challenge. Will I be as good of a father as my father was for his family? Will I be able to support my family as well as my father did? There were hard times indeed but my parents pulled us through. My mom had the role of keeping us close. My father had the role of bread winner. I wanted to make sure that I could answer those questions and work hard for my own family.
Being a dad is a little surreal at times. I see my little girl playing and I just pause in awe of how much she has grown. It only has been a year but I can't fully imagine my life with out her or even my life before her. She is in day care now and socializing. She learns so fast and is still as cute as a button. I can't wait for the new experiences that parent hood has in store for me and my wife. Life is just as interesting as it could ever be.
What else will 2014 have in store for me. I really don't know. Come back and check in on this blog as I will continue to write the things in my head at 2am. If you are a more visual person check out my youtube page at www.youtube.com/brepublic.
I hope you have a great day!~ Let me know what you think of my blog!
Cheers!
Sunday, 24 November 2013
A change would do me good.
There comes a time in peoples lives when change is inevitable. There are different situations that call for change. Sometimes we cannot control these things but other times we can create these changes. I have worked for various employers through out my working career. I have done fast food, small package logistic, and worked for one of the largest oil companies in the world. Each time I have moved on I looked for a change. I needed something that I did not hate doing.
The work was fine the pay was alright and I put everything I had into those working positions. I always seemed to want something more, something more worth while. Then about 2 years ago I was given the opportunity to get in to the Finance Industry. I took the courses to get my Canadian Investment Funds Course (CIFC). I also studied to become Life Licensed.
I spent the first year in my new profession learning about sales. I knew what I was getting myself into. I just didn't realize how much harder it was to break into this industry. I learned a lot about myself during this time. I had bouts of anxiety and depression that I had to control even during client meetings. I had no previous sales experience nor had experience in owning my own business.
Here I am now, typing away on this blog. It has been nearly a year since I left that industry and nearly four years away from oil and gas. I find myself working in audio and visual. I own my own business and get hired through out the city by different Audio/Visual Firms. Will this be the place where I can work and do what I love? Time will tell. Only by moving forward I will find my answer.
Crap... It's 4:58 AM already. Its time to lay my weary head. I hope you all have a wonderful day.
The work was fine the pay was alright and I put everything I had into those working positions. I always seemed to want something more, something more worth while. Then about 2 years ago I was given the opportunity to get in to the Finance Industry. I took the courses to get my Canadian Investment Funds Course (CIFC). I also studied to become Life Licensed.
I spent the first year in my new profession learning about sales. I knew what I was getting myself into. I just didn't realize how much harder it was to break into this industry. I learned a lot about myself during this time. I had bouts of anxiety and depression that I had to control even during client meetings. I had no previous sales experience nor had experience in owning my own business.
Here I am now, typing away on this blog. It has been nearly a year since I left that industry and nearly four years away from oil and gas. I find myself working in audio and visual. I own my own business and get hired through out the city by different Audio/Visual Firms. Will this be the place where I can work and do what I love? Time will tell. Only by moving forward I will find my answer.
Crap... It's 4:58 AM already. Its time to lay my weary head. I hope you all have a wonderful day.
Monday, 18 February 2013
So another day ends. It is not 2am but it is getting pretty late. The time is 11:30 am Mountain Standard time. I just placed my phone on its charger and hope that my iPhone doesn't crap out due to the new OS update Apple put out. It has been a while since my last Blog post. A lot has changed since January 4th 2013. My daughter was born on that day and boy things have changed. I thought I had no time to my self to begin with. Now it litter ally is no time to myself. I have to sneak away sometimes to get a little peace and quiet.
Now don't get me wrong. I love my little girl so much and wife is just amazing being a mother. I just want to try and get a little time to reflect on the days events and just relax. People always say, "Now that you have a kid say good bye to everything you once knew". I really don't believe that is the case. One can find peace even if it is only for 5 minutes. Remembering to enjoy those 5 minutes is the key. I will try and keep this thought in my head as I take a breather from work and from home while I am alone in the car driving. I think it is a good practice to have.
This past weekend I have played the closed Beta of SimCity 5. I was quite happy playing such an intuitive game. I spent a few hours playing it while my parents took care of my baby and my wife went out to do some shopping. Savoring every minute of being on the computer. I think I will be using SimCity 5 to let off steam and relax at the end of the day. I have to upgrade the computer but I think that is going to be alright as I have been using hand me down computers for a very long time.
Sleep beckons... Thanks for reading. I hope to continue doing this on a regular basis!
Now don't get me wrong. I love my little girl so much and wife is just amazing being a mother. I just want to try and get a little time to reflect on the days events and just relax. People always say, "Now that you have a kid say good bye to everything you once knew". I really don't believe that is the case. One can find peace even if it is only for 5 minutes. Remembering to enjoy those 5 minutes is the key. I will try and keep this thought in my head as I take a breather from work and from home while I am alone in the car driving. I think it is a good practice to have.
This past weekend I have played the closed Beta of SimCity 5. I was quite happy playing such an intuitive game. I spent a few hours playing it while my parents took care of my baby and my wife went out to do some shopping. Savoring every minute of being on the computer. I think I will be using SimCity 5 to let off steam and relax at the end of the day. I have to upgrade the computer but I think that is going to be alright as I have been using hand me down computers for a very long time.
Friday, 14 September 2012
When I die...I will be uploaded into the internet
As of this post I am 29 years and a month and a half old @ 2:36am. I decided that for this last year of my twenties that I would do things that I wouldn't normally do. Things that I have always wanted to do but never had the drive to do because I always made an excuse. On my Birthday I started to do a Vlog a day for the next 365 days. A feat that is usually abandoned after the first week. I so far am a month and a half into it. I missed a couple of days due to illness and laziness... but I am still going strong to make sure I have 365 or more Vlog's by the time I turn 30.
I have been contemplating for the last few weeks why I am even doing this. I don't have millions and millions of viewers and subscribers but yet I still get a video up making sure that at the least is entertaining to my audience(family and friends). I think I came up with my answer while spacing out at my desk during lunch. I wanted to leave something for my progeny. Yes I could leave an heirloom or a picture of me or my estate but in the industry that I work in you realize that life isn't just about things. Its about leaving a legacy that people in the future can be proud of.
I often wonder if I had a conversation with my father when he was 29 what that would be like. What was his hopes and dreams. What were his goals for his family. Was he even the young man that I imagined him to be. Now of course I could still ask my father what he was like back when he was at that age but I feel that time and the experiences has changed him. The way he thinks at this point in time is not the same way he was thinking when he was a young husband and father looking for work around the world.
Right now I record a video a day and I write once every few days when my insomnia starts to kick in. I will look back at these and laugh at how bad my grammar is. But what I think is important is that as my children have children and then I move on to the after life I know that I left them something that they can see how I was like when I was 29. My hopes, my dreams, my aspirations. Or if none of that is conveyed then at least they get to see what I was like. How I acted like a fool in front of the camera to show the people of the world that they can have a better day just as long as they have the right attitude.
One day I hope to be uploaded onto the internet before I die. If the technology is not there before I kick the bucket then at the least I have place a little bit of me online. I want the people that have descended from me to understand some of the simpler things in life here in 2012. If I had my way I would make a program that I would be able to download the way my brain works and create a pseudo version of my self so that my great great great grand kids can talk to me and ask questions. Would they be interested? Either way I thin kthis train of thought is starting to wane in my brain. I am hoping one day to complete it (my thought) and have the reason why someone would want to talk to someone who no longer exists.
Thanks for taking the time to read my Blog. I hope you have a better day! Cheers!
I have been contemplating for the last few weeks why I am even doing this. I don't have millions and millions of viewers and subscribers but yet I still get a video up making sure that at the least is entertaining to my audience(family and friends). I think I came up with my answer while spacing out at my desk during lunch. I wanted to leave something for my progeny. Yes I could leave an heirloom or a picture of me or my estate but in the industry that I work in you realize that life isn't just about things. Its about leaving a legacy that people in the future can be proud of.
I often wonder if I had a conversation with my father when he was 29 what that would be like. What was his hopes and dreams. What were his goals for his family. Was he even the young man that I imagined him to be. Now of course I could still ask my father what he was like back when he was at that age but I feel that time and the experiences has changed him. The way he thinks at this point in time is not the same way he was thinking when he was a young husband and father looking for work around the world.
Right now I record a video a day and I write once every few days when my insomnia starts to kick in. I will look back at these and laugh at how bad my grammar is. But what I think is important is that as my children have children and then I move on to the after life I know that I left them something that they can see how I was like when I was 29. My hopes, my dreams, my aspirations. Or if none of that is conveyed then at least they get to see what I was like. How I acted like a fool in front of the camera to show the people of the world that they can have a better day just as long as they have the right attitude.
One day I hope to be uploaded onto the internet before I die. If the technology is not there before I kick the bucket then at the least I have place a little bit of me online. I want the people that have descended from me to understand some of the simpler things in life here in 2012. If I had my way I would make a program that I would be able to download the way my brain works and create a pseudo version of my self so that my great great great grand kids can talk to me and ask questions. Would they be interested? Either way I thin kthis train of thought is starting to wane in my brain. I am hoping one day to complete it (my thought) and have the reason why someone would want to talk to someone who no longer exists.
Thanks for taking the time to read my Blog. I hope you have a better day! Cheers!
Wednesday, 12 September 2012
Technology is Amazing
I have always been fascinated by computers. I enjoy the games and the activities that have been available because of computers. Being able to speak to people across great distance by Skype is absolutely amazing. I only dreamed of these types of technologies would happen a hundred years later as in Star Trek times. But now it is a reality. I post up YouTube videos and post blogs and have many different people across the world look at and even enjoy the content I create.
When I was studying web design in school, I never thought that web templates would hold water. But human ingenuity has created such websites that I use on a daily basis. I have a Facebook,YouTube, Blogger and all I have to do is update that content. The internet is so much more accessible these days. Even my 92 year old grandmother uses face time.
I can't imagine what my grandmother is experiencing. She was born in 1920 in a rural part of the Philippines. From dirt roads and teaching on a black board now she see's her family halfway across the world and has a regular conversation with us on her iPhone. From what she has seen in the movies is the reality that the whole world lives in every day.
How would we use these new found powers? The ability to share ones insight on a topic just by a swift stroke of the keyboard and gentle click of a mouse is mind boggling. Before it was by the word of mouth how things got popular. Broadcasting on television and advertisements were shown to the masses. Now one quick Tweet and then millions of people are in the know. Not even a second can pass and thousands upon thousands of people will know how a celebrity feels at that instant. Is all this relevant? I think so. In a time where some people don't have human contact. I think it is important.
I am not saying I am a recluse. I have plenty human interactions every day. The question is how are the people who don't have that interaction cope? I believe these types of media is a good way to connect people who can't normally leave their homes. Express their thoughts with a single tweet. If used right I think this age we live in can benefit everyone.
Did I make sense in this Post? Probably Not. This just the random things in my head that needed to come out. Consider it a dusting of my brain. Hope you all have a great night! Cheers!
When I was studying web design in school, I never thought that web templates would hold water. But human ingenuity has created such websites that I use on a daily basis. I have a Facebook,YouTube, Blogger and all I have to do is update that content. The internet is so much more accessible these days. Even my 92 year old grandmother uses face time.
I can't imagine what my grandmother is experiencing. She was born in 1920 in a rural part of the Philippines. From dirt roads and teaching on a black board now she see's her family halfway across the world and has a regular conversation with us on her iPhone. From what she has seen in the movies is the reality that the whole world lives in every day.
How would we use these new found powers? The ability to share ones insight on a topic just by a swift stroke of the keyboard and gentle click of a mouse is mind boggling. Before it was by the word of mouth how things got popular. Broadcasting on television and advertisements were shown to the masses. Now one quick Tweet and then millions of people are in the know. Not even a second can pass and thousands upon thousands of people will know how a celebrity feels at that instant. Is all this relevant? I think so. In a time where some people don't have human contact. I think it is important.
I am not saying I am a recluse. I have plenty human interactions every day. The question is how are the people who don't have that interaction cope? I believe these types of media is a good way to connect people who can't normally leave their homes. Express their thoughts with a single tweet. If used right I think this age we live in can benefit everyone.
Did I make sense in this Post? Probably Not. This just the random things in my head that needed to come out. Consider it a dusting of my brain. Hope you all have a great night! Cheers!
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Break Dance and a Blank Canvas
It is actually 3:40 Am... why am I awake? Well it is because I just finished my edit of my newest vlog. Added some picture in picture put a little comedy into it and I think a good all around video. Change is good. I spent this Saturday watching the HGTV while mixing the cover song I do every Saturday. It was a labour of love. The song that I covered was Make You Feel My Love by Bob Dylan. Actually I covered a cover of that song. The artist who covered it was Adele. Apparently that song has been covered by many different musicians. From Billy Joel to Garth Brooks and Kelly Clarkson even.
I am very impressed at how many covered this song. I think it is a learning for them. Such a well written song and what a wonderful way to tell someone you care about them... Or make them feel uncomfortable. Love songs are easily written some are contrived some are just plain sweet. I myself have yet to write a love song. I think I am still looking for the right words or the right melody. One of these days I will hunker down and write something that everyone can sing to the ones they love. For now I am still in search for those words.
On today's video I spoke about a painting that I own. It is quite an inspiring painting. It combines the love of music and dance into the art form of paint. The break dancers who thought of it were brilliant. They painted this piece of blank white canvas red, wrapped around particle board and with paint brushes in hand danced to their harts content. As I look at it I wonder at what song was playing while they created this piece of art. What were their moods. How were they feeling that day that made them move the way they moved. Their souls have been captured in time on canvas. Not with a single brush stroke with a finely trained hand but with the dedication to their dance and every single movement of their body. Break dancers inspire me. I am not the best dancer in the world but from time to time I express my self with dance.
I tried long ago to learn how to break dance. I picked up a few moves here and there. Nothing serious. I just wanted to experience and feel the music as they did. I knew my limits and I appreciate to this days all the B-Boys and B-Girls out there still dancing. Breaking the rules but living their lives as they want to live.
This is the video about the Canvas
I am very impressed at how many covered this song. I think it is a learning for them. Such a well written song and what a wonderful way to tell someone you care about them... Or make them feel uncomfortable. Love songs are easily written some are contrived some are just plain sweet. I myself have yet to write a love song. I think I am still looking for the right words or the right melody. One of these days I will hunker down and write something that everyone can sing to the ones they love. For now I am still in search for those words.
On today's video I spoke about a painting that I own. It is quite an inspiring painting. It combines the love of music and dance into the art form of paint. The break dancers who thought of it were brilliant. They painted this piece of blank white canvas red, wrapped around particle board and with paint brushes in hand danced to their harts content. As I look at it I wonder at what song was playing while they created this piece of art. What were their moods. How were they feeling that day that made them move the way they moved. Their souls have been captured in time on canvas. Not with a single brush stroke with a finely trained hand but with the dedication to their dance and every single movement of their body. Break dancers inspire me. I am not the best dancer in the world but from time to time I express my self with dance.
I tried long ago to learn how to break dance. I picked up a few moves here and there. Nothing serious. I just wanted to experience and feel the music as they did. I knew my limits and I appreciate to this days all the B-Boys and B-Girls out there still dancing. Breaking the rules but living their lives as they want to live.
This is the video about the Canvas
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