Dance Your Problems Away

So I was told by certain family members (NOT my doctor) to lose some weight. (These are the same family members who tell me that my uni sucks and isn’t a real uni). I don’t mind that they reminded me because uni food isn’t really the healthiest food in the world (instant ramen 2.0, canteen burgers, and no vegetables FTW), but did they really have to tell me two days before going on vacation, in places where there’s going to be overpriced  generic all-you-can-eat buffets of food? That’s probably the worst possible combination when trying to go on a diet. There’s so much food that you can see but then your mind starts calculating how many flights of stairs it takes to clear out the calories. And then because it’s overpriced, your mind also starts calculating how the economic worth of the food. I don’t really think I can land at maximum worth with minimal calories, unless maybe it’s one of those supposedly “healthy” hot pot places where the specialty is the wide variety of greens and vegetables that go into the stew pot before binging on shacha and meatballs.

If restricting what goes in is really hard, then I’ll have to go the other route: increase what goes out, a.k.a. exercising, something that uni students don’t really find in their time because of something called the Internet (Yay for ADHD time traveling). But then there’s stress from work/school/bad news from family/feeling like an idiot for reading YouTube fights with over 200 responses and then looking up the troll on Google+ just to see what they fights they started/etc. In that case, there’s something called having a spontaneous dance party. (And yes, I chose this song simply because it had the word “dance” in it. Maybe I should have chosen Wild Dances instead. And “Dansevise” doesn’t sound that dance party friendly)

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Close the windows, turn up the schlager as loud as your neighbors will allow (As in you might need headphones if you do this at 3AM), and just dance your problems away. It’s okay if you look stupid since no one’s watching, and you’ll just look like an idiot with a bit of runner’s high at the end anyways.

Or there’s always the option of going to the gym and running on the treadmill to your favourite songs. But just saying, the numbers don’t really change if you decide to follow the rhythm of Gregorian chants…

30 Days of Eurovision Challenge- Day 9

Prompt: Your favourite ESC staging
I’m really tempted to resort to saying it’s the Netherlands 2014 due to the road, the black and white background, and the intimacy felt on stage, but I already used it once when asked to choose my favourite Dutch entry. Instead, I’m going to choose Sweden’s most recent winning entry for being a modern spin on Bernini’s “The Ecstasy of St. Teresa.”

If Bernini were alive when wind machines were around, he would have used them a lot. Instead of hundreds of layers carved into marble to appear as if it were floating, all he would need to do is point a wind machine at someone’s loose outfit to obtain the same effect. As long as the lighting was right singer/dancer could get the right facial expressions, Bernini would be able to create a living sculpture for much less (especially considering the price of marble today). To then fit the music genre he was creating the scene for, he would just darken the mood to let the key word be “mysterious” instead of “glorious.”

The only problem is that St. Teresa covers a single instant, while Loreen covers 3 minutes which could represent even longer. So Bernini would have to get a good choreographer too.

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There’s more than just the failures

For the past few days I’ve been feeling like (quoting something I heard somewhere on YouTube) utter shite. Bad news catches up, family calls to yell at me, I have meltdowns, school is a pain, roommate issues etc, and sometimes it threw me to the point that I lost interest in Eurovision because I couldn’t do anything except obsessively fold cranes while watching movies as if it was going to help (I’ve got over 1600 in my room right now). And it didn’t help that I didn’t have any food in the room either.

And suddenly this came on.

I guess it hurts when we overrule words of love
Underplayed, overthought, not enough
Punishment before reward, sometimes close but always short
Ambition seems to get the best of me

Shooting stars are what we are, little lights burning out
If we forget the sun
Trying to invent the wheel almost killed me, chasing dreams
Castles in the air

I wish I knew a lot more then, I love your smile and what it can
Reminding me of what I really am: human

A broken plan and a strict hand again
Punishment setting in again
Expecting winning every time, gaining cents but losing dimes
Will get you feeling broke deep down inside

Shooting stars are what we are, little lights burning out
If we forget the sun
Trying to invent the wheel almost killed me, chasing dreams
Castles in the air

I wish I knew a lot more then, I love your smile and what it can
Reminding me of what I really am: human, human, human
Human, human

Shooting stars are what we are, little lights burning
If we forget the sun
Trying to invent the wheel almost killed me chasing dreams
Castles in the air

Shooting stars are what we are, little lights burning out
If we forget the sun
Trying to invent the wheel almost killed me chasing dreams
Castles in the air

(Shooting stars are what we are, little lights burning out)
Castles in the air (If we forget the sun)
I wish I knew a lot more then, I love your smile and what it can
Reminding me of what I really am: human