From a Reader's Digests health article:

"If you regard your caffeine habit as a vice, think again. Recent studies suggest moderate coffee consumption may be good for you. 

- Research in The Journal of the American Medical Association found those drinking three cups a day were five times less likely to develop Parkinson's.

- A Harvard School of Public Health study found men who drank more than six cups daily reduced their risk for Type 2 diabetes by 50 per cent and women by nearly 30 per cent.

- Japan's Cancer Institute says 3 to 4 cups daily may halve the risk of liver cancer.

However, the British Dietetic Association warns against drinking more than this: excessive coffee consumption can make you feel jittery or be unable to sleep. Pregnant women should limit themselves to two cups a day."

Well, feeling jittery is a given and I don't think I'm going to drink a full cup of coffee right before bedtime. So that solves that. And I'm not pregnant either hahaha.

Me and April were talking on the phone, and if you happened to be listening, you would think that our conversation was a.) the whackiest ever or b.) the most irritating and pointless thing in your life.

April: We work well when we're bouncing ideas off each other.

Me: Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce.

April: Di ba we work well like that?

Me: Oo nga. Bounce bounce bounce *April joins in* bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce.

Me: Di ba it's such a cool word, "bounce?" It really captures the actual action. BOUNCE.

Me and April: Bounce... bounce... bounce... bounce.

April: It sounds almost onomatopaeic.

Me: Yeah, exactly!

Me and April: Bounce, bounce, bounce.

April: There's another cool word... soup.

Me: Soup? Hindi kaya. Not as cool as bounce.

Me and April: Bounce, bounce, bounce. 

Eating cornflakes and milk at 9pm is making me weirder. 

I'm leaving for Italy. Today. I'm gonna see Europe for the first time (not the whole continent but given that Italy is IN Europe... you get the picture). I will go to the land of beautiful men and well, women. It is one of the fashion capitals of the world; I'm probably gonna feel like a hamster beside all those well-dressed people. And I'm gonna miss... rice. Yes, rice. Haha. So the past few days I've been eating rice like anything. Hello, vegetarian pizza.

Why am I blogging when I should be checking and re-checking my luggage and carryon and all my papers? Why do I bother to check Friendster or what not when I have to leave for the airport in about 2 hours? No use hiding it now.

I have the pre-flight jitters. Don't get me wrong. I love travelling. I looovvee flying. Hell, I'm even thinking that the airplane food is gourmet. But pre-flight jitters always get me. The last two days, I can't help but think of the worst case scenarios that can ever happen. Here's a list (in no specific order):

1. The obvious one: I'm gonna die from a plane crash. [But flying is the statistically safest way to travel. I mean, you have a higher risk of dying in your car, on the road.]

2. The less obvious one: I'm gonna get injured from a plane crash and miss the whole trip, and probably the rest of the school year. [What if I lose my legs?! I'm a dancer, dammit. I can't very well imagine myself just moving my arms with someone pushing my wheelchair back and forth.]

3. The much less obvious one: The plane experiences some kind of emergency like low cabin pressure and we have to make an emergency landing in a least likely place like I don't know, Timbuktoo. [Dear Lord, I don't wanna get stuck in a place like Timbuktoo. And the stress of an emergency! It's too much!] 

4. The harmless one: The flight will be delayed for hours...or days. [We have bookings here!!! And it actually happened to me once on a trip to Vancouver.]

5. The common but I pray to God won't happen one: Our luggage will get lost somewhere along the way, especially on our Rome-Palermo flight. [I'm gonna DIE without my luggage. My whole life is there, not to mention all my clothes.]

and 6. The most most likely to happen and I'm preparing myself one:  Bad airplane food. [I'm vegetarian so I requested a vegetarian meal, which they say is like grass. So I might eat and much worse than eat, crap out grass on the plane.]

So there. Pre-flight jitters. It sucks. I'm really begging to God they all won't happen. Well, except #6. I already know that I'm eating grass. Grass isn't bad right? Better than eating beef.... Okay, I'm rambling.

But. If any of these ever happen... I expected it. I think. Oh...I'm dead.

God help me.

Currently feeling: wigging out!!

So my new addiction now is watching NCIS on DVD. The show's really cool and having Mark Harmon in the cast doesn't hurt either. I've always been interested in crime shows and detective mysteries. Even before high-end crime solving shows hit primetime TV, I was watching real life cases on the Discovery Channel (Medical Detectives rocks!). And yes, I wanted to take Criminology but ended up with Education instead after realizing the Philippines' bad justice system.

Ok, stop babbling. Back to NCIS... About three or more episodes of this very fun show has Filipinos as the bad guys. The show portrays us as internationally sought after criminals, assassins, and terrorists - even linked to Al Qaeda.

And I'm not complaining. Ok, I know I'm whack. And to show that I'm even whack-ier, here is my text conversation with April regarding the NCIS Filipino thing:

Me: I love NCIS and daming Pinoy na kontrabida! We have Al Qaeda links here and assassins! We're wanted criminals!!

April: Haha! Fear us world! We watch over your kids and grandparents, care for your sick, and kill important people!

Me: We teach thousands of kids in your public schools! Mwahahaha!

April: Mwahahaha! Are you sure we are not training them to bomb the Whitehouse?

Me: We are brainwashing your children to bring down America! Mwahahaha!

April: Hahaha. Your spy gadgets to pick up and pass on information are no match for our chismosang household help! Hah!

Me: Meron kaming mga bunot! Meron kaming mga bunot!

April: Papakawalan lang namin pulis namin dyan! All your billionaires will disappear within a week!

Me: And our taxi, bus, and jeepney drivers will kill your civilian redneck drivers!

April: Don't mess with us, or we will put MMDA's in all your intersections!

Me: And they will delay traffic for hours!!!

April: We will deploy our SM salesladies to attend to your shopping needs!

Me: And put all our Jollibee and Chowking employees to serve in your  many fast food chains!

April: And put all our carwashers in your parking buildings!

Me: And we will discharge all our eager commuters to go to your bus and train stops and not fall in line!!!

God...I hope the CIA got that. Hahahahahahahaha!!!!

 

I want shoes, I want shoes, I want shoes and a new recruit!

My friends and my educ-mates are gonna snicker at this because I always say it: I want shoes. Gusto ko ng sapatos.

And even if me and my mom shopped for new sandals (a pair for each of us) and my racket money came in, ergo I was able to buy the Chucks I was eyeing for quite some time, I cannot seem to quench my thirst for new shoes... and a new recruit.

So, here's hoping that the sky will darken and black heavy clouds will form, lightning will crash and thunder will sound and shoes will rain from the sky!! Before this happens, however, I will call to the gods and enumerate the shoes that I want.

"Ohhhh gods! Look graciously upon me and shower me with beautiful shoes! I would prefer these pairs and they are in order from the least to the most expensive, so as to trouble not my dear gods!"

5. Havaianas, P695 to P895

4. Celine blue pumps (what I call Debbie Reynolds shoes), P999

3. Pretty Fit sandals, P1890

2. Chucks, P2630

and...

1. Nike white shox/dance shoes, P3800++

"Oh gods, hear my cry!"

*Dances with a rainstick around a bonfire*