calmness of a still water

          District 4 is one of the wealthier districts of Panem. Its industry is fishing, which is useful for tributes in the Games as they have experience in using nets and tridents, making fishhooks from scratch, swimming, and identifying edible sea life. In Catching FireKatniss notices during her victory tour that District 4, along with 3 and 8, seems happy to see her, suggesting that it is a rebellious district.

          Being one of the wealthier districts, District 4 tends to produce Career Tributes who volunteer to participate in The Hunger Games. This is also the case for Districts 1 and 2. These children are grown and raised to win the Games, making them stronger and much more capable of winning than the average tribute. The bread is a salty, fish-shaped loaf, tinted green by seaweed.

FROM: http://thehungergames.wikia.com/wiki/District_4

Long overdue: UPAEMS

 

 

 

Theme: OCCUPATION

Food: Pancit, Roasted Chicken, Asado, Banana Loaf, Rice and Brownies!

Drink: Coke, Sprite, Royal, Water, that expensive alcoholic drink, The Bar apple, TI and Iced Tea

Games: (from the Programme) Meron o Wala, Bring me NOT and Hanapin ang Baller

(gawa gawa lang sa swimming pool) Washing Machine, Dr. Quack Quack, patagalan huminga, racing, pabilisan magswimming.

Costumes: Doctor, Entrepreneur, Naghahanap ng mayamang mapapangasawa, call boy, GRO, painter, chef, engineer, farmer, fish vendor, crew ng Jollibee, cowgirl, chemist, maid, cheerleader at napadaang bakasyonista

Rating: (6/5 kasi super fun lang talaga!)

Note to self: MORE AWESOMENESS TO FOLLOW. IMAGINATION NATIN ANG LIMIT! TULOY TULOY NA ANG SAYA, MAHALIN ANG ISA’T ISA AT LAHAT AY SUMOPORTA! J

to neverland

Like a torn up paper
that wanders,
lost forever


Though the heart's still beating,
but it keeps on hurting.
the feeling of dying.

Para kay B.

I have long dreamed for a TV-worth love story since forever.

 Recently, my addiction has been sitting alone listening to a love song and daydreaming. It’s funny because I know it would never happen. A you and me, an us, the probability is slim. Still, I’ve daydreamed of you. You are the thoughts of my mind, thinking of endless possibilities that will never be. It’s sad, I know; you might even think that it’s sick, but I’m sorry, I love you.

I miss you. I miss the feeling of being wanted, not just by any guy, but by you. I miss those smiles that were meant only for me. I miss your soft hands, even if they’re softer than mine. I miss the scent I smell whenever we hug. I miss your texts and your calls. I miss you voice. I miss your ‘I love you’s.  I miss you terribly. I really do, but I still don’t want you in my life.

Oh but don’t take it the wrong way, I love you, sincerely. It’s just that I know you’re the kind of guy that wouldn’t take great measures just for love. Through those bitter times right after our break-up, I’ve always told my friends that you have no balls, figuratively. You don’t. You never introduced me to your family, and sometimes I think that it never crossed you mind. I don’t know why you didn’t try but for me, that is the lowest point in my life. I can’t post “I love you”s on your wall because a relative might see, you can’t use cheesy profile pictures because your relatives might tell and we can’t go to different malls or even the Luneta park because your parents might think you are up to something. It was difficult. I held on for so long even if it was the case because I love you. I push those reasons away from my mind just so I can continue on loving you, but now, it’s different. I hold on to those reasons just so I can’t have you back.

Thinking about it for so long, I now fully accepted the fact that we can never be together. We were both afraid of losing each other. I sensed that. We weren’t too frank. We weren’t too stern. We were too submissive. We never had the assurance that whatever decisions we take, we will still stick together. We were just so afraid, you know. I think that I’m best fitted with someone who is a little bit controlling, someone who can demand.  I may be better off with someone who doesn’t let me do (shitty) stuff just to make me happy. Someone who cares so much that losing me is a better option than seeing me hurt myself.

It has been N years and I’m still not over you. You must be so proud. Well, I still believe that we had a wonderful relationship. My love for you will never die, you know. The degree will eventually decrease but it will never be equal to zero. I just hope that we find our lucky ones soon. Also,  I hope for our friendship to regain. Always take care my dear.

(This letter is for you, though I know that your interest for me have been long gone,

the thought of you stalking me never stopped)

Ate Uge

My college friend (Justine Sasan) told me that Ms. Eugene Domingo and I have similarities 'daw'. She wasn't the first one to point that out, even way back from high school, I was "ATE UGE". It doesn't tick me at all because she is smart, talented, and funny; and I admire her for that. I'm not sure if she as inhibitions but she'll do whatever for arts sake. So, there, i googled a photo of her and when i saw this picture of her, BAM! crazy crazy result. hahahaha. 

TROLLING AT ITS BEST.

A letter for ma.

Hi Mom!

       I know it's weird to be writing this letter even though it's not your birthday. It's just that, while i was cleaning my stuff, I saw your letter for me (the one from my retreat which will be posted in this blog soon) three years ago, and so, I've decided to write back. 

       I want to start this by graciously thanking you. I want to thank you for keeping me in your tummy for 9 months, this is inclusive of all the cramps, tiredness and the added pounds, though i must say that you've been always sexier than me. Thank you for pooping me out of this amazing world. From the movies i saw, i'm guessing that you were in a great pain while delivering me and at some point you thought you were gonna die, still you chose to continue and remove me off your system (haha). Of course, we all know that that was just the initial phase. You cared for me and loved me endlessly. You taught me the basics, from tying my shoelaces to being proper in other peoples' houses. You are very protective and you would never let anyone harm me as much as you can. You are always in pain whenever you see me sad, hurt or broken. You loathe those instances where i chose the wrong decisions, yet you respected tose decisions, you stood by me and you helped me get back on track. You never treat us unequally though i know i am your favorite (teeeheee).You always know what is best for me and you try to give it to me as much as possible; and lastly, you'll give and give until there is nothing left for you anymore. Thank you so much mom!

       Thank you and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the heartaches, headaches and toothaches. I know that among the three of us, i am the most pain in your ass (figuratively). You might think that i don't listen often but I do, and let me tell you that whenever i do things on my own, i always weigh things down. If it was 100% up to me and other people weren't concerned,  I'd get a tattoo, get my ears pierced as well and i'd eat all the chocolate cake in the world, but i can't because i love you. I don't want my decisions to affect you nor hear other people say that "ISA KANG PABAYA NA INA", because you aren't and i want it to show. I want them to know that you've done i great job, i just hope that i shows based on my actions. At times when we have different ideas, i want to tell you that i completely understand you and your reasons but i hope you try to understand mine as well. basically, mine is just 'I want to try this shit because i'm crazy curious.' that's all, and i'm willing to sacrifice my comfort for curiousness, so don't worry too much mother. I love you.

       For me, you are the best mom I could ever have and i know my siblings agree with me. I solemnly swear, from start until now, that i never asked for another mother, though i must say that at some point in time, i wished you were a queen and i was a princess (hahahaha). You are such an amazing mom and it scares me a lot. People might perceive that i'm independent and all that crap but the truth is I rely on you too much and i'm scared of losing you. I'm even scared of just thinking about it. Sometimes i wished that God will take me first so that i would never experience losing you but knowing that you're gonna be in a great pain if i die first, well, i take it back. 

I love you mom and no matter how far I am, I will listen. When you're sad and feeling lonely, never hesitate to contact me. Always remember that i might not text often but it doesn't mean that i don't miss you. I miss you everyday. We miss you everyday, even kuya who is always around. We are here and we are just waiting for you to tell a tale or two. I love you mom and i pray for your good health, peace of mind and happiness. God bless you mom. Take care.

i dedicate this song for you! :*

your loving daughter,

Charina Villanueva