Caffeine Overdose

It seems like the coffee I am drinking as I type this has more caffeine molecules than usual coz I'm all jittery and paranoid. But this wouldn't just prevent me from sipping through my coffee cup-- Hell, this is my yoga alternative.

I don't know if my high intake of caffeine has something to do with this nonstandard edginess I'd always feel towards almost everything that I'm about to do or doing or something. Odd. It's odd coz I've known myself for not being this kind of shaky hysterical person. See, every morning, the past week, I'd get really all wobbly whenever I enter the class and all for no apparent reason. Pathetic. I know.

That's why it's weird, bucko.

And you know what; I could drink ten cups of espresso in a day and still get a well-deserved eight-hour good night sleep. I dunno. It's my milk proxy, I guess.

Since I am in all probability having a caffeine overdose, I might as well reduce my caffeine intake. Ditch the on-ice drinks, chillers, hot cups, and all that and stick with hot green tea for the meantime. I'd get back fully to my caffeine world once this whole college entrance examination thing is over.

Downside is, by November or December pa matatapos tong entrance exams na to! Pak.

Speaking of CETs, I now have the application forms needed to take the UPCAT, thanks to my trusted friends Kathleen and Lorena. We are only required to fill up Form 1 since Form 2 is solely for whoever school administrator's assigned to do the work.

I wasn't really giving my full attention to these forms since the deadline would still be on Friday-- and I've got all the time to do this filling up thing.

A'right, I don't really want to make a fuss about it but when my eyes got tempted and my hands got all itchy and since I had nothing better to do this afternoon, I grabbed the free pen from my Seventeen Mag and filled up some stuff in Form 1. Everything was going really great and simple and easy but when I flipped the form over, I could swear I saw blood trickling down my face. Okay, okay, I'm exaggerating. But it's true that it got me boggled and all. Like I didn't have the slightest idea of what to write down there and regardless of my one-hundred-fifty-eight-thousand-page mind vocab, I still didn't have a single idea what those terms mean. Aye, Aye, can I phone a friend?

Anyway, Dad told me that he wants me to enroll in a belly dancing lesson/class/whatever. Just in time when I, together with some of my girl friends, are planning to join up a kick-boxing lesson, Pilates, Belly dancing, or Gym workout. We still haven't decided yet. But we're prioritizing a Gym membership-- just to tone up muscles and all, y'know.

Plus just imagining myself belly dancing with all the Indian costumes you have to wear... I am so goin to throw up NOW. Blech. Hahaha. I'd rather see myself belting out some tune at Center for Pop or simply sing a Kelly Clarkson's song at Kodak Theater [lang naman] than doing those wormy blimey dance. Seriously.

Right.

It's a family frustration. Nobody's admitting it. But it's an obvious frustration.

My dad sings well. He can go from Josh Groban to James Ingram to Martin Nievera to Elton John to Elvis Presley and all. I mean, it all seemed like he was already singing at the time my paternal grandmother brought him out into this world. And as far as I'm concerned, his talent never tainted a bit-- it's just getting better and better. And for which I can say it is really from my Dad that I got my passion in singing.

My uncles can sing. My first cousin Mark sings as well. Even my paternal grandfather can also sing. I mean the DECANO kith and kin are definitely all but a bunch of singers. Just that, the talents can only go from bathroom concerts to church singing to band and wedding singing and to videoke escapades only. The only difference is that nobody's criticizing, just admiring. Nobody seems to want to broaden the exposure of their talents except for me.

And as much as I want to be a singer and have my own album, I just can't. Coz I tend to get jittery when I sing.. BLAME THE CAFFEINE OVERDOSAGE.

But when I go to college, makikita niyo. Makikita niyo. MAKIKITA NIYO.

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^First greeting for Nudgehead's Day came from her. And she did it the special way. Awwww. I'll remember that. =p Always.