Shy, cute unassuming girls (not vamp makeup and ridiculously straight hair). Human tambutsos missing (sorry, I don't smoke). I haven't witnessed domestic violence but it is just near me. Contented with my digital camera but it badly needs Image Stabilizer. Must think of new concepts for artsyfartsy photos. What if actual surroundings look like just as polished photographs, or the world we move about is characterized by attributes of cinematography. I want to lie down in the middle of the road while the camera plummets on me. Must think of ideas for a refreshing inventive fiction, must think of mysterious characters. I wish to be a Haruki Murakami character or better yet, his first heroine for his new novel. I'm imagining how "hip" and "poetic" my entry would look like later. Must download Paul Anka's "Put Your Head on My Shoulder", not for silly reasons but for envisioning it as a score for a trailer of a future film about a degenerating realization about love which eventually makes the lead character psychotic. The red color motif in Jollibee is so vivid yet I still feel like I'm in a dream. I'm not deep, only observant. I should look for other synonyms for 'pretentious', it definitely became my favorite word. Am I delusional or simply in denial? I crave for swing jazz music and dancing with poodle skirt on. You don't know but I constantly edit my entries even from the first post. How am I going to end this post, there are too many thoughts our brain is capable of  producing at the same time. Mental pictures, videos, scoring, if only my brain has its own editing program I'd already made hundreds of senseless and other sensible short films. Without budget and tool constraints, my imagination is my producer. Damn these lit professors for relentless dose of inspiration. Must go to SM San Lazaro to buy basic needs, I'm now a college student and every hardship, bad luck and the umpteenth failure that comes my way, I must accept, I'm no pampered brat anymore. That means I have to dodge the cockroaches away by myself. My 18yr old boy cousin is too annoying for words, he is efficient of reasonable thinking yet it is frequently clouded by arrogant illusions of adult vileness: escapades with naive girls (and also older women accdg to him) and that boyish involvement with the punk scene. The way he treats girls greatly digusts me. If teen's perceptions of moral limitations/casuality is warped now, what more in the future. Am I slowly terminating my self because of a great amount of sleeplessness?