This is how I know I'm such a girl.

I move my clothes from the parents' closet to my newly built one. And I am missing 20 pieces of clothing.

Yes, I have 20 pieces of clothing missing from my clothes that almost do not fit my newly expanded (by about a foot) closet. I have had to "edit" out some clothes because let's face it, I am never fitting back into a size 24 or a size 6.

Really, when anyone asks me how I keep track of all my clothes I can say that I sometimes see stuff I never wear. But yet I know that 20 pieces are missing, all of which I regularly wear.

Interesting thought that I always end up wearing the same outfits for work.

Want to find my DebSoc jackets and my khaki trench, and my favorite mini. Life is not complete without them...

It feels so effing good to be back in my own room. It's shiny and pretty and I've now got a huuuge new closet waiting to be filled to the brink with clothes new and old.

It's kind of sad looking at my shiny new desk/bookshelf thing inspired by Olivia Wilde's house because, well, I no longer have that many books to put in it (or bags for that matter, damn) but I've begun to rebuild my library. Which means that if any of you good people want to give me a gift for Christmas, please be buying the Read Red edition of Penguin of Mansfield Park and Persuasion and other classics in the regular black Penguin editions. Yes I am picky and I want a pretty library.

Can I just say how freaking it marvelous it feels to be able to do whatever I want, sleep as late as I want and to watch whatever I want? It's effing brilliant.

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In other news, I have never wanted Patrick Chan to win so much than now. Win Super Chan so Johnny gets into the Grand Prix Final. Johnny had an amazing run in NHK Trophy and I want that momentum to continue.

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Also, how can find out when Kris Allen and For Your Entertainment be coming out in the Philippines? Because I need those like nao.

Congratulations UPD-A!!!!

My voice is hoarse and I wasn't able to concentrate on anything today (well there was drama llama and Adam's Entertaining me) but who the fuck cares when NDC is over and it's more than you imagined it to be?

First off, congratulations to all the teams in the Finals. On a really shallow note, everyone on stage was pretty and the shoes were amazing. On a more on point note, the motion was interesting and very very current.

But mostly it was about all the jump hugging or hug jumping and falling on tables. Rushing Anna and Aaron and trying as hard as one could to not trip over the stairs.

I am so proud of you guys. Alumni TLC is fun, I only wish I was able to show my support a lot more. I mean, if I just woke up earlier I would've been at the trainings and well, I really should've finished writing early so I can go to the rounds.

Congrats to the organizers too, it seemed that everyone was happy and well, breaknight!

So really, I'm glad to have been witness for the second NDC win of UP Diliman. I still owe you guys donuts.

I feel like such a bad fan.

All these 'gasms being caused by Kris and the Adamstorm have taken up a lot of my time and attention that I have not been getting constant practice reports from figure skating competitions. Well, I think there's also a general difficulty in obtaining the reports because of the complete lack of TV figure skating coverage on TV lately (fail TV people and ISU, the Olys are coming up you know!)

But now, heartbreak.

Johnny just missed the podium at the Rostelecom Cup in Russia.

But as much as it hurts, more so for him I bet, I know that Johnny will be kicking ass in the NHK Trophy in two weeks. Because Johnny is a fighter. And he wants that gold.

So from now on, I will be a better fan. I will be supporting Johnny to the ends of the Earth and that is not an exaggeration. This time, when I say that I will pray for his winning, I really really would.

I'm sure Kradam would understand, I won't completely forget them anyway.

This is a very public note of thanks to y_slaybelle for her generous gift of a new David Cook CD to replace my own copy which was lost to the Flood.

So, thanks! I keep playing it in the car now and I think our driver's memorized some of the songs hehe.

Really I'm fine. As long as there's a roof above my head, a bed/mattress/foam to sleep in and water and food to eat, I'm fine.

Never mind the fact that my claddagh ring is missing, I can't find my clearbook of very important papers, all my CL grad pics are missing including pictures of my friends, oh and the fact that my room smells like a spa treatment gone wrong.

And that my Buffy CDs and David Cook the album has been given to the mud.

I'm fine and I've accepted.

Truly I don't think I will buy as much stuff as before (I lie! Bwahahaha!). Cleaning that shit is well, like shit.

It's really been a forced bonding moment for the family. We're kind of close, but I never really wanted to ever spend this much time in the brother's room (honestly it smells eew) or to ever sleep early because the parents want some shut eye. But it's a nice feeling anyway that if ever it rains as much as before, they're right there.

Basically what we've learned throughout this whole calamity (other than don't buy small stuff and buy tons of ziplock bag) is to build a house with way to get to helicopters to save you.

Oh and regret sucks. Regret that you didn't think of saving important things and regret that you said no to the offer of building you a second floor bedroom.

If anyone wants to help me and my family out, a new TV and ref would be nice. Oh and a working Mastercard.

Yes I know, that line's from the Pilot but I don't care.

OMG, "Preggers" is the best episode yet. It didn't need big, fancy, back-up singer-ed musical numbers to bring home the point of the episode.

There was character growth, story and plot movement and heaps and heaps of emotion. It really felt like a TV show now and not something to watch when it comes every week, but an honest to goodness show that would last for more than one season.

( The theme for tonight was confessions and coming out )

Didn't know I'd be this verbose at 3:25 am. And coherent, oh my Ra I actually sound sane.

AJKFDS SIGFDGUVBJDHIDIG JBDVBF



Also, Kristen Chenowith won an Emmy. All is right in the world.

Technically today was my first day at the Telcos/Transport beat.

Can I just say, I never thought the day would come where I would think that the Comelec is very efficient. But srsly, NTC, either hire a media relations officer or fix your filing thing. The world will be a much better place.

I already miss the political beat.

In Malaysia now in the hippest hotel I've ever been in.

Now really, there's a bar beside the concierge and everything with a freaking DJ. Plus, we were served gourmet ice cream as a welcoming treat.

It's 1 am now and I have to go and jump on the beds like a rockstar oh yeah!

I'm moving beats.

For the past year I've been in the political beat, staying at the CBCP press room, running to the Comelec/DoLE/DoH at a moments notice. I've been a part of history so to speak. I was there when the bidding for election automation failed. I was there when people started losing their jobs and the government was caught unawares.

But in two weeks that'll be all gone.

Sure I'm excited. After all change is good.

But really, why would I want to leave the Comelec before the Presidential elections?

I was all ready to cover the elections, to be there at possibly 2 am when the winner is announced. I had plans and I was ready to be a part of history as the Comelec reporter who told the world who won in the first fully automated elections in the Philippines.

I don't want to be stuck reporting on the earnings of Smart and Globe or talking about the new developments in the LRTA. In the long run that does not matter.

I hate that just when I can be contributing something big, I lose it.

So no, I should be excited that I get to grow more as a reporter, but I'm not. And I don't care who knows it.

I don't know if this is bad, but seriously, the first thought that popped into my head after the press were given notice of the major announcement of Mar Roxas, was that there won't be a wedding anymore because there's no point to it.

Part of me is gleeful at that admission. The other part wants to vehemently deny that fact and pretend that I'm actually deeper than that.

Guess which part won?

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In other news, I can't wait for Glee. The "Gold Digger" cover is all kinds of amazing. Matty Fresh!

Yes. The LJ blackout. And probably something related to companies, politics or mishandling of cultural ideas/projects. IDEK.

But I never boycotted classes. I guess because I thought the taxpayers are paying for my education or maybe at that certain day I did not particularly care enough about the issue being protested. Or maybe because I'm just weird IDK. Sometimes I wish I boycotted one or two classes just to know what walking out feels like.

First of... *hugs* to thinkingdizzy! Remember, never take the last train and Watashiwa kirei-des is a good way to introduce yourself. Hehehe, will miss you! Although you're not leaving like, until next week. :D

Anyway, I rarely ate at home this week. Thank you social butterfly. Hee, I love it. I have a social life haha.

There really isn't any point to this entry.

And I really miss my semagic.

Tonight was about friends, fried ravioli, reminiscing about debates, PIDC hijinks and craziness, CC: ****!, memories, chismis, catching up and everything nice and fun in the world.

I missed you DebSoc.

And I will miss you soo much Mels! Good luck in the US!!!

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In other news, I thank the Powers that Be for mallwide sales.

Yesterday was a little disaster saved only by my retail savvy.

The rain was crazy insane and I had to go to DoJ to cover a briefing since our Justice reporter was sick. I was walking down Faura when right before the Supreme Court was this big puddle. It looked harmless and shallow.

But like certain books, it was not.

My shoes and my jeans up to my mid-calf was soaking wet with really gross rain water. I could already feel my legs getting heavy because of the water weight.

Despite the need to go and actually look for stories, I ducked into Robinson's Place and looked for a place to buy cheap sandals.

Went inside Bench, for no reason really I guess but maybe because they have slippers and is [way] cheaper than Charles and Keith, and saw Sale signs.

*cue angelic music*

Flats, pretty ones, were on sale for only P399. So I got myself nice shoes for less than P500 and saved my day.

Plus, after coverage, I totally bought belts for P50.

I really wanted to write this particular passage in my article today, but I didn't because I thought it was cheesy.

The Aquino family has said that they wanted a private funeral as opposed to a state funeral. What they got instead was an outpouring of grief and support from a proud and grateful nation.

It's still true. Didn't write it, but true.

So what does it mean now? I don't know. I have feeling nothing will change. It really didn't change during her presidency, elite society is still getting richer, agrarian reform is still a dream and pretty much our credit rating still sucks. But we will be more grateful and mindful of the freedoms we enjoy now.

Maybe that is why those that are younger than me, and even those who are as old or even older, don't feel that they relate. Because we have grown up with these freedoms.

We can blog/twitter/Facebook about anything and everything we feel and think because President Aquino and the rest of the Filipino people at that time fought for our Freedom of Speech. I can as a journalist criticize and ask questions to my sources because the Freedom of the Press was wrangled from the hands of a dictator.

We grew up with the idea that power can be transferred. Know and expect elections to happen and fight if ever that transition is going to be curtailed. Not just because we don't want a repeat of martial law like our parents but rather because we expect transition of power to happen.

It is second nature to so many of my generation that it is hard to think at all of the figure that inspired people to fight against oppression.

You don't have to relate, or even care, or even like her.

Just enjoy these freedoms. Love them and fight for them when it is being taken away from you. That's really what this is all about.

Forgive me if I am crying. Cory Aquino defined my life for the first 3 years. I was an "EDSA Baby" you see, and my parents are activists like that.

I was one year old when I first saw a glimpse of President Aquino, the mom had brought me to celebrate the EDSA revolution and there she was. The parents basically built her up for me as a hero. Admittedly, her term was not a paragon of good government decisions, but it was a change. She was not a dictator see.

I'm named after her too. Not officially, but I have used the name Emilia Narni CORAZON since I was a kid and it wasn't until I graduated from high school I thought it was a name I could use anywhere. I didn't know it wasn't in my birth certificate.

I was 19 when I met her personally. It was interesting that I didn't flail when I shook her hand. DebSoc was asking for her permission to allow the Ninoy Aquino Foundation to sponsor PIDC. I truly didn't flail, but I did when I got home.

It was expected, her passing. The cancer had already metastasized and hoping for a miracle is difficult.

Tita Cory will definitely be missed. She helped inspire a nation, bring forth People Power and rally us against more years of Marcos leadership.

RIP Corazon C. Aquino. Thank you.

So there's brouhaha over the awarding of National Artists.

I'm not in the mood to get into a rant about it, mainly because I let the rant out during dinner while the mom was ranting about it too, but I propose that Lisa Macuja- Elizalde be named National Artist for dance next year.

Anyone else have any suggestions?

I told the parents today of my plan to lodge an abstention in the elections.

I got an earful about it.

Basically I was scolded for throwing away my vote, and allowing politicians to take advantage of the country. The mom even said that if I did that I have no right no complain.

I just did not have the heart to tell them what my abstention would mean. I would go to the polling precinct, register and not write a name.

Now the whole idea is sketchy but I was trying to find a way to show my displeasure with everyone who is running. I did not want to go there and vote just for voting's sake. To close my eyes and randomly choose a person to run my country.

I don't know. I just know that I want to be able to show them that they suck. Abstention was the first thing that came to mind.

Apparently, it needs a little tweaking.

The repair shop called me today, it seems that my files are unrecoverable now.

Excuse me while I cry.

Goodbye Cookleta pictures, bye work files, au revoir new music, paalam various other files. I am so sorry for my procrastination that led to your demise.

stabthetree said that I should be glad for the "fresh start" that the death of Toshi's hard drive inadvertently brought me.

All I said was, "Bench you'd better upload your Cookleta concert pictures so I can steal them."

Good news though, I have some files backed up until August of last year.