It's meme time!

I saw this on my Friendster bulletin board and thought of posting it here. The questions quite made sense so I wanted it to be a meme.

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When's the next time you will see the
person you like?
●► this june.. i hope.

Who has your heart at this moment?
●► the one residing somewhere in manila. but that's a hopeless case. ahehe.

Are you waiting for something?
●► no, i'm not.

What were you doing at ten last night?
●► playing RO

Last text message you received?
●► ang tamad daw ni papa melbert mag reply. pajerjer jerjer jerjer..from grace, i think.

Last friendster message you recieved?
●► it was from a former classmate. she was saying hi.

Does anyone hate you?
●► i can't think of anyone, honestly. but there were some instances where i actually felt someone hated me for "what" not "who" I am.

Where are your siblings?
●► one's in cebu. one's with his girlfriend who's a volleyball player i see on tv. the two younger devils are beside me.

Who texted you the most today?
●► i think it's angela. she always sends in the most messages. i love them. eheh..

Are you happy with life?
●► in fact, yes. i'm pretty much contented with my life right now.

Can you handle the truth?
●► of course. but you know what they say, it hurts.

Have you ever read an entire book in
one day?
●► yes. i read the condensed version of Ibong Adarna for ten minutes. it was a children's book, so it counts. whahah!

Do you believe everyone deserves a
second chance?
●► it depends on the gravity of the situation.

Did you cry today?
●► no. i haven't cried in many months now.

Are you a jealous person?
●► i think so. sometimes... i just get that feeling that i want to tear out the arms of someone holding the person i like... but that's just me.. wahehe. i think that counts as being possessive and obsessive. omg!

If you could have one person with you
right now, who would it be?
●► my father. i miss him.

Do you miss anyone?
●► yes, i do. i just said who he is.

Do you get 8 hours of sleep everyday?
●► no, i don't. i pretty much abuse my body. and it's quite the b~tch during payback time.

What was the last book you read?
●► it was actually an e-book.. i think... hyperion by dan simmons. it's sci-fi..i highly recommend it.

Do you hate the last guy you had a
conversation with?
●► guy? i think it's with Dave-kun through FS comments. but no, i don't hate him. waahaha!

If you were pregnant right now, who
would be the baby's daddy?
●► i can't get pregnant. i'm a male human being. unless we're in kotobuki tarako's fictional manga universe.. where mpreg is real! whoa!

Is there anyone who understands your
relationship status?
●► no comment

Is there something you always wear?
●► yeah. my skin. "love the skin you're in!"

Have you ever thought about converting
your religion?
●► no, i haven't.

What's most stressing right now?
●► the damnable and unusually high tuition fee.

What are you going to do after this?
●► read fanfiction. eeheh...

How's the weather today?
●► warm.

What time is it?
●► it's 11:52.

Violet Dreams

Time and time again. I really wanted to finish this. Now I have the resources and I have also gathered all my previously written material. My plot bunnies are all but resurrected from the dead, alive and kicking some serious ass. Now, all I have to do is write and write everything down! This story that I began almost four years ago will now be continued.

Violet Dreams

A Gundam Seed fanfiction.

Warnings: PG-13. Contains some shounen-ai.

Pairing: Athrun x Kira

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High up the lustrous rosewood table, the answering machine idly sat. Athrun didn't anymore bother to check for unheard messages. He seldom got one in the first place. If he did get one it was either from his parents urging him to take a week off from his academics or from his elder brothers and sisters randomly saying their hellos to their youngest sibling.

He grabbed a carton of fresh milk and a pack of frozen dinner that had a close semblance to a red brick. Simultaneously, he shoved the "brick", otherwise known as a slice of good steak, into the microwave, pushed a few buttons and chugged down the milk from the carton. The milk easily slid down his esophagus to his stomach having received no food in the past twelve hours. He drank all the milk in a series of short but rapid gulps. Then, he headed back to the refrigerator to get something he forgot.

Peeling the potatoes was easier for him this time. Kira taught him how to hold the knife at correct angles so he only peeled the skin off even when the root crop(?) has just been thoroughly boiled. The secret, Kira declared, was not with the angle of handling the knife at all but with the way and length of time the potatoes were boiled.

Kira could have mashed them with the skin on since he took the time to brush the potatoes diligently under a stream of running water freeing the potatoes from dirt. Now this was a practice Athrun didn't quite approve of, so he chose the more arduous way. Athrun is a fastidious person. You can't force him to like what he likes not to like. He comes from a rich family, what can Kira expect from him.

"But... But... There should be a little dirt that's gonna be left behind after you brush them!" Athrun protested when Kira was trying to attempt his seemingly queer kitchen practices. Athrun called it indolence, Kira called it convenience.

"It would be good for you to eat a little dirt once in a while..." Kira countered with an evil grin, which had left the poor Athrun flabbergasted. Even if he won the argument, he didn't press his convictions on mashed potatoes any further. After all, Athrun was always the host. Kira doesn't tolerate disrespect much.

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A long time ago...

Sitting on a stone bench for two hours in a park in the middle of Aprilius 7 in the company of dead leaves and the frigid mid-autumn winds had no doubt consumed all of 17-year-old Kira Yamato’s patience. The map which should have taken him to his apartment located somewhere in the suburbs of the city had led him to a man-made lake in a park instead.

He took a quick and conscious look at his surroundings. He felt diminutive and meaningless and lonely. The place looked lifeless for the trees have shed most, if not all, of their leaves and daylight wasn't a commodity anymore. He was bothered by their company and unease settled beside him on the bench giving him fleeting fragments of regret why he had chosen this path.

Several months ago while he was working in the town bakery, after graduating from high school, a letter bearing the government seal, arrived at his doorstep. His elder sister came across it first but never bothered to read it since it was addressed explicitly to Kira Yamato. When he returned home later that night they screamed and laughed and eventually cried in each other's embrace after reading it.

“This is our chance Kira! I’ll ask Aunt Nelia for a piece of paper. I’m sure she’ll be more than glad to lend us a sheet when I tell her about this. Your pen still has ink, right? Right?” His sister had to squint just to look straight into his eyes; their faces were only inches apart from each other. She couldn’t hide her excitement; the agitated feeling this wonderful news gave her sure was troublesome.

The letter stated that a reply must be made within a week to confirm Kira’s acceptance of this blessing that they are about to bestow him. During those times, help from the government was not to be expected. Higher ups were busy. The country had paid its debts and sure snaked its way up to the top, nearly, but strife between the powers-that-be who struggled for legitimate control over the government had once again plunged the country into silent chaos.

Equally excited, Kira fetched his satchel from the cabinet, the only furniture inside the house with their two bamboo beds exempted from the count, and dumped its contents above the polished counter of the wooden fixture. His hands searched for his pen, given to him by their kind landlady upon noticing his talent for writing, among the contents in disarray.

Finally he found it and held it in his right hand, his writing hand. He smiled triumphantly at his sister as if he had found a treasure. He waved it in the air like a conductor waving his baton giving his elder sister an idea that he will write the reply in the most elegant cursive handwriting known to man.

I'm in love with Amy Winhouse's sweet music. How come my mother told me only a second earlier about her?

^_^

I'm glad she did though.

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Summer's here. It's so hot and it makes me want to take a bath outside the house. But classes won't end until the third week of April.

And just a moment ago while listening to some good Winehouse music, an unknown organism called me. I answered of course. She was offering me some kind of job. I thought, "Where in hell did she get my super sekrit numbah?" She immediately added that my name was recommended by Leda who in turn was only recommended by who the hell knows. Here's the fun part she said, "Leda said you have good leadership skills, so are you up to the task of being a *something something blah blah.*" I forgot what she was saying. All I knew was that it's some kind of a job expansion thingy.

I told her I'm undecided.

She took it for a no.

Good.

Because I want to be a nurse in the clinical area.

^_^

Chapter 395: Hey you!

edges of the carpet...

Thank all the nursing gods for allowing me to experience the most wonderful pre-clinical duty in my whole life. I never expected my pre-clinical to be so full of fun and excitement. By this part of the paragraph you should know already that I'm being a fat liar. Wahaha!

It was exciting alright. I was only excited the first few hours to midnight before Monday. Then that excitement faded away because I woke up at 5:40 in the morning. It was so sad because I was late for two and a half hours on my very first day at Fort Bonifacio General Hospital. I had trouble finding them and they wouldn't answer their phones when I tried calling because I knew very much that phones weren't allowed inside the hospital during orientation.

Ma'am Rana (The n should be the Spanish n. I can't do it with Ubuntu-based computer.), the instructor that took over, Ma'am Ong wasn't there yet, scolded me for being awfully late. "Good, patay na ang pasyente mo." "Good, your patient is already dead." Fortunately my poise did not waver one bit and I answered her solidly that it won't happen again. Surprisingly, it did happen again on Wednesday with Ma'am Ong already in charge. But I was only 30 minutes late, mind you. That's why I still don't have an idea right now if I'll be doing a make-up duty for my *late-absent.

Anyway, when I arrived last Monday, Ma'am Rana was discussing the parts of the patient's chart. I tried my best to look and be attentive. Of course I was attentive because my brain told me to focus and make up for the past two hours that I wasn't there. Then we went to the ward and did vital signs on our respective patients.

It had been a nice experience though. I was actually applying what I learned in health care one. (Oo, ngayon ko lang siya nagamit. Galing noh?)

Monday turned to now, which is Friday, quickly. I didn't even notice any difference because every day was the same as the day that preceded it, I was learning and learning. Maybe except for the excessively hot weather that seemed to have backed off a bit today. We also had a narrative report presentation based on the data we gathered from our patients and a quiz deluxe from Ma'am Ong to wrap things up. Twas chicken feed, I daresay. I studied. Wahaha!

That's all.

*Late absent - when you are beyond 15 minutes late, you will be marked absent instead.

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Leda and I, unfortunately, didn't have the bonding moments we hoped we would have had during the Holy Week. She had a lot of things to do, papers mostly, and I didn't want to get on her tight schedule. Friends make sacrifices, I think. And I did just that, although I'm starting to interpret that as lack of effort to visit her.

Gian's been texting me. It was nice. He wanted me to say hi to Leda. Nangungumusta ang gago. I forwarded his message to Leda immediately. She replied with another subject in mind.

And I've been to...

hmm...

People can be dense. But Ate Relia said that person isn't too dense nor too stupid not to notice my seemingly harmless and minute advances to further my "thing" for that person.

I'm a confused little bitch. Really.

BREAKING NEWS! Woman sings Ken Lee!

LOL! Got this from kamuro_ishigami. Hapit ra ba ko gikuyapan ani.

News, news, and more news. [Randomness.]

SCHOOL:

1.

I will be starting my one week's worth of pre-clinical exposure at Fort Bonifacio General Hospital, Taguig. I belong to Group X comprised of my classmates from letters A to D, or, from Michelle to Ian. I'd rather not talk about who I wish to be out of the group because it would only bring a lot of negativity in this otherwise supposed to be positive post. It's just that a few, or many, of these people whom I am permanently grouped with until graduation are more or less uncooperative and lazy-assed. There's still hope though, Pandora's box has yet to be opened.

2.

My grades this term are tinged with mediocrity. I can't ignore the fact I have been a bit complacent but my schedule has been hard on me lately. I'm coping up to the best of my ability but a part of me is telling me that I should try to prioritize my activities better. Having so-and-so grades does sting a little. But I keep reminding myself that that's how I was since grade school and I shouldn't get frustrated because nursing is not measured through grades, which can be achieved through ways some may find ermmm... inappropriate(?), it's done by possessing the right attitude, skills, and knowledge which can only be achieved through hard work and dedication.

3.

I've been hanging out with my classmates every Friday night for dinner and the videoke ritual at G-Box. I can't believe I'm starting to have social ties with them. I only have very few friends among my classmates and the rest are just, classmates! There are a few of them though who I want to know better.

4.

School's going to end by the second week of April.

5.

Jazz is going to kill me already! The CMICS people won't give me back my hopefully filled interview questions until after the Holy Week. Why won't they allow a simple interview? Damn!

LOVE LIFE:

1. ZERO. Future ex where art thou?

FAMILY LIFE:

1. Cloud nine.

LEBA:

1. Goodness, she sent me a lot of comments and had a hard time dissecting her thoughts. We haven't talked in a while and I was glad she did just the right thing, bulk messages of total randomness. Bonding moments this Holy Week.

GAMING LIFE:

1. Bonga!

KEI-CHAN:

1. I still love my one and only Kei-chan. I still drop by to say hi to him every now and then. The Earth is a lonely place for him without me.

WRITING:

1. Updated my Perfect World fanfic. I have big plans for this one.

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That's all for now guys. I love you all. Til next time.