My registration status pwns your registration status. I got - prepare for this, it's the miracle of all CRS miracles - Physics effin' 10.

The strange thing is, I got all my highly-demanded classes: Kraft's Pol Sci 180, Khan's J 117, Eliserio's PI 100.

But I didn't get my J 200 class.

My thesis class.

Where there are only around six people.

Life, oh life, you are funny.

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Anyway, the shit has hit the fan. This isn't even about debate. I don't think I've ever felt a deeper sense of betrayal than this.

Suddenly, I miss my friends. Mimi, Elsie, Absie and Jali - let us all please hang out soon. I am in dire need of rescuing.

I find it really tough making profiles for myself in social networking sites because, really, how do you answer those little About Me boxes? "You know me" is a cop-out. Listing an entire list of things that are really about you is just self-centered because, well, people aren't that interested in reading it all anyway.

So, you have to find the nice little charming middle ground that says to your online stalkers, "Add me! Add me!"

Today, I tried to type in my profile for Facebook and I could only come up with:

"Likes football. And footballers. And their thighs."

And I was actually really satisfied with it.

Sometimes I worry I have become too shallow.

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I've been getting the graduation blues lately and it's nice to know that no matter how quickly life changes around you, some things remain the same:

Wala pa ding tatalo sa Boyzone.



Shout-outs to coolness connoisseur Mimi for unearthing this gem of pop culture amazingness and spreading it to all people of equally cool caliber.