How's your week?

If youre going to read this... read it all We went to interview Bong Bong Marcos last friday. He was a super cool guy. We were in Stacey's house from 5-9 me thinks, but most of that was for bum time. The actual interview was from 6-7. We set the interview at 5, but being a politician and all... aside from the late thing, everything turned out great. As I've said he was super cool, kinda like my mom in many ways (HAHHAHA) she'll be insulted to know that... What else... I'm finally submitting my form for Ateneo today... I know that submiting it sanctifies my unhappiness in La Salle, but lets face facts, I'm unhappy. I might laugh and stuff, but that's not me. I am more than a shallow laugh guy. I am an artist... I am a writer... I am a Political Scientist... I am a Psycologist... I am a Grammaterian... I am Michael, known as Cabuts... I am not who I am now... No one understands why I'm unhappy right? Or somehow, in some hopelessly twisted sense, someone knows what's in my head... Does someone understand me? It doesn't matter. The last thing I need now is romantic thoughts to fill my head. Romantic in a proper renaissance sense. I had chewing gum for breakfast, and I'm supplementing it with a cup of coffee. I'm listenng to As I Lay Me Down by Sophie B Hawkins. I bring the warm cup of coffee towards me. I press it on my face. The warmth is pure bliss. It is wonderful. You feel the heat spread through your skin, and the prickes you feel as the heat intensifies... A tear drops from my face. Another moment I wish could last for all eternity... but, that's my problem... I'm so scared of the real world, that I don't want to let go of pleasure... no matter how simple or complex it may be. I came to a conclusion yesterday... I know what's wrong with me... I'm under too many dillusions. 1. I'm under the dillusion that I am a genius which I'm not... my IQ may say so, but my performance doesn't match. 2. I'm under the dillusion that Life is wonderful, and placid which is true, but society makes it so harsh and stormy... nothing's perfect... 3. I'm under the dillusion that Second Chances are always given. Forgiveness is divine, unfortunately most people forget their divinity. Even the Church... 4. I'm under the dillusion that people are innately friendly. My ass they are... friendship isn't perfect. Backstabbing is not an act of friends... 5. I'm under the dillusion that the Ateneo will make me happy. You're all right. Especially Kat... It's the person, not the school... 6. I'm under the dillusion that Lavishness is a necessity. It's not... 7. I'm under the dillusion that hiding behind a divine institution will solve my problems. It won't. Running away is running away. It's cowardice. 8. I'm under the dillusion that I'm noble... This is the last dillusion... I wish I were... I wish too much... I'm not. I have so much to make up for, and so much to do... and somewhere, I hope someone's wishing me Kudos too...