...and my boredom continued...

Today, I tried to read some books but I failed. So I decided to watch some old animes from my collection. I chose a longer series anime. But since I knew already what's going to happen, I was getting bored to death while I was watching. Yesterday, I wrote something about getting bored to Hell. Now, it's death. Damn. Also, I'm starting to go wild because I don't have any money. And I don't have internet connection this day so I need to rent a computer from a computer shop.

While in the computer shop I saw, a couple doing some document in Microsoft word. And it's in Filipino, I've seen they typed "Ng" and "Ni" like this. I was thinking kailan pa naging proper noun ang "ni" at "ng"? But since I don't want them to think that I'm a perfectionist and pakailamera, i just kept quiet. Malay ko ba kung iyon iyung turo sa kanila doon sa organization nila.

I really looked for a picture
that Irie's included.

Anyways, back to the anime series, I was watching Katekyo Hitman Reborn. It wasn't bad. But I still liked One Piece since compare to hitman reborn One Piece has a packed episode. By "packed", I meant that the episode has continuous story line. Hitman Reborn makes the series long by recaps and making all the present characters say the same lines, for example; Tsuna will leave, Kyoko will say "Tsuna-kun", then Haru will say "Tsuna-san", then Gokudera will say "Judaime" and so on. For some reasons, I was thinking without the repeating lines, the anime would be shorter than it was. But even so I still enjoyed this anime. It is one of my favorite and I love Bel =">. I also love  Irie-kun ="> (kyaaaah...~! fan girl scream). Sometimes I'm quite annoyed with the characters, sometimes with Gokudera and Lal (though I like the Lal and Collonello pairing), add Kyoko and Haru, to the annoying party.

I was really thinking that this anime is sort of a sexist. They make girls look whiny and annoying. They should just be in the kitchen and supporting the guys behind the scenes. And since I'm a girl, I hate that. I'm not good at household chores, I admit but I could clean, I could cook rice, fry, and  wash my clothes, but, (patay may "but") I could not wash any larger clothes like jeans and jackets, I also can't do fancy cooking like adobo and sinigang, I also can't iron any clothing (with an excemption of handkerchiefs). I'm so pathetic. That is why I'm not good in house work but (ayan na naman may "but" na naman) I'm good at organizing files even if I'm quite messy. So I'm not made for house work but for organizing duties.

Well since I'm not part of any organization now, I was not a part of any council as well (due to some reasons), and I don't want to go to the committee I joined, for some reasons as well, (one of the reasons is I don't know if I'm still included in that group). I was okay with having no responsibilty, somehow it felt refreshing. Somehow, I missed highschool. I like my classmates back in highschool than my new friends now. Maybe because even though they are annoyed with me, they somewhat accept me for what I am. I think rather than using the term "accept" it's more precise to use the term "used" (lol). And I like the reasoning my classmates back then used back at me when binabara nila ako, rather than sa pagpipilosopo na ginagamit pambara sa akin ngayon. And I missed them, though they could be sarcastic and frank, yet I like their sense of humor better. Though I like college for some reason, rather than staying as a highschool student. I remember back then in our farewell party, I was so sad because I'll missed them (that time people start crying) but I didn't cry because of that because people knew me as a cheerful airhead so mabe it wouldn't suit me if I suddeny cry. In college, it was tough because in my opinion, those people still feel that they are highschoolers, which I'm very much dissapointed since our adviser, Sir Marlon (Sir, thank you, you helped a lot) back then in fourth year always reminded us that college is different and people in college are independent. But I guess if they can read this now, they are going to defend that "no, it's not like that". Well, I'm not refering my block only, I'm referring to all the people I know in college.  And it's not like I don't like my current classmates, to be honest, I love them. "Love" them *smirks*.

And while writing the draft of this blog in notepad and watching anime to keep myself from being bored, I was hearing those damn people outside the house. And I smell cigarrette smoke which I HATED the MOST. I think it's coming from my father's "barkada". "Some consideration!" is what I wanted to yell but then I don't want to argue with my father so I kept quiet.

Sigh... I'm quite a talker so I guess this blog is also quite a read. And so I end my journal of today here.