walangtruelove: January 2014

Jan 17, 2014

Photo of the day: why Hercules is a Legend

Seems legit. Kellan Lutz, star of Legend of Hercules and his bulging glory,

Oh destroy my imaginary vaginal walls, please.

weekly top 10 01/11/2014

1 who you love- john mayer feat. katy perry

2 adore you- miley cyrus

3 how long will i love you- ellie goulding

4 do what u want- lady gaga feat christina aguilera

5 say something- a great big world feat. christina aguilera

6 animals- martin garrix

7 let her go- passenger

8 tears always win- alicia keys

9 of the night- bastille

10 all of me- john legend

Jan 12, 2014

I never felt nothing in the world like this before
Now I'm missing you and I'm wishing
You would come back through my door, ooh
Why did you have to go? You could've let me know
So now I'm all alone

Girl, you could have stayed but you wouldnt give me a chance
With you not around its a little bit more than I can stand, ooh
And all my tears they keep running down my face
Why did you turn away?

So why does your pride make you run and hide
Are you that afraid of me?
But I know its a lie what you keep inside
This is not how you want it to be

So baby, I will wait for you
'Cause I dont know what else I can do
Dont tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life

Baby, I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just ain't true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do, I'll wait for you

Been a long time since you called me
(How could you forget about me?)
You gotta be feeling crazy
How can you walk away, everything stays the same
I just can't do it baby

What will it take to make you come back?
Girl, I told you what it is and it just ain't like that
No, why cant you look at me? You're still in love with me
Don't leave me crying

Baby, why cant we just, just start over again?
Get it back to the way it was
If you give me a chance I can love you right
But youre telling me it wont be enough

So baby, I will wait for you
'Cause I dont know what else I can do
Dont tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life

Baby, I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just aint true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do, Ill wait for you

So why does your pride make you run and hide
Are you that afraid of me?
But I know its a lie what you're keeping inside
That is not how you want it to be

Baby, I will wait for you
Baby, I will wait for you
If its the last thing I do

Baby, I will wait for you
'Cause I dont know what else I can do
Dont tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life

Baby, I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just ain't true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do, I'll wait for you

i'll be waiting

photo of the day: Cutest Mugshot

Are you guys willing to commit a crime if these guys are your cellmates? It's Prison Break 2014 :P

via 9gag

Jan 10, 2014

He’s getting married (Youngblood, Philippine Daily Inquirer)

this is from another blogger sublimestthings
tissue please :/

TODAY, I will attend an execution: my own. I will watch it with both eyes open and I will not cry. I will not break down just because the man I have loved since forever will marry someone else. I will watch him promise himself to a woman who will never love him like I have. I will watch them bind themselves to a vow I should have taken.

I have loved Oliver almost all my life. I have known him since I saved his six-year-old hide from a bully named Ricardo who wanted to rid him of his two yellowed front teeth. I was five at the time, but having grown with five older brothers and a hellion of a sister, ”Totoy Cardo” was a piece of cake.

Oliver was so overcome with embarrassment at having a girl to protect his scrawny neck that from that time on he made it a point to be the rescuer, not the rescued. As time passed, muscles filled out this lanky frame and those two front teeth began to sparkle. He combs his hair, and he takes a bath daily now. In short, he has become a fine specimen of manhood.

The best part is, he lived up to his promise: he became my self-appointed guardian (well, I don’t know if that’s the best or the worst part). He was just always there, sticking to me like glue. It used to drive me nuts that he never let me out of his sight.

When I was 12, I ran from the infirmary on my way home. I had found out in the most humiliating way that I had become a woman: there was a big red stain on the back portion of my skirt. The jeers and the taunts followed me through the school corridors. Oliver dashed after me and offered to accompany me home. I declined, of course. He seemed to understand my discomfiture and promised to drop later with the things left in school. When I reached home I was told that I needed to jump three times on the stairs (which I did) and to wash my face with my blood (which I didn’t do).

Oliver dropped by in the afternoon, sporting a black eye and a bruise on his arm. When I asked him what happened, he said he had walked into a closed door. I believed him. But a few days later, minus the dysmennorhea, I found out that Oliver got into fisticuffs because some guy made a disgusting remark about me.

Nobody had ever fought for me before that. And when you’re 12 and discussing in class how King Arthur and fairest of them all, Lancelot, fought for Guinevere’s love, you tend to get ideas. I loved Oliver then.

When we were in high school and I found out that the school’s heartthrob and one of my most ardent suitors, Richard, was involved with a bustier girl, it was to Oliver that I ran. When I didn’t graduate as valedictorian and I got so drunk, it was Oliver who took me home. He didn’t even mind that I barfed all over his dad’s car (which he borrowed without permission).

When I decided to go to UP and he went to Ateneo, we celebrated by partying. When I lost my mom in a car accident, he took care of everything. When my dad followed my mom less than a year later after a heart attack, he was there again. By this time he was an appendage of my life. He used to check out the guys I came to know. Nobody dared to get serious with me–not when Oliver had a black belt. I didn’t know how to define our relationship.

I didn’t know what we were. We definitely were more than friends, better even than best friends. It was like we were a couple, but formally not one.

We did all the things that couple did like hang out and neck but always stopped when things got too hot. Since we never defined what we meant to each other we never said ”I love you” or whatever serious couple told each other.

As a result, I remained a chaste princess while my prince caroused and sowed wild oats, but still had the energy to monitor my movements. I didn’t mind. After all, I was so sure we’d end up together. I always thought that in the end, it would be us. I loved him. I managed to convince myself that he loved me (what else could it be?). Little did I know that love doesn’t conquer all, it only conquers the weak.

I didn’t think he’d be so stupid as to get a girl pregnant on the same night they met at a party. I didn’t think he’d be so stupid as to forget to use some form of contraception. After all, he had given me a lecture on safe sex. And I didn’t think he’d be so stupid as to marry the girl. But maybe I forgot that after all he was a man, and men have been known to be stupid about these things. Their brain is located in a region other than between the ears.

What could I do? Kicking him in the groin and punching him in the eye seemed like a good idea then. Don’t blame me; he was the one who enrolled me in a self-defense course. But I did not feel better. Seeing him bent over in pain only made me angrier. I wasted my life for this lousy excuse of a man? I could not believe it! I wanted nothing more than to run to him and beg him to wake me up from the stupid dream. I wanted him to take me some place where we didn’t know anybody.

No pain, no memory, no humiliation. I wanted to just forget it ever happened but since I flunked in the School for Martyrs, I couldn’t, for the life of me pretend, it didn’t happen. I couldn’t pretend he didn’t hurt me.

I couldn’t pretend everything was fine and dandy and exactly the way it was before. We didn’t talk for a month. For both of us who were practically inseparable, that was like an eternity. I ducked into corners whenever I would see him. I wouldn’t take his calls. I wouldn’t see him. And for some time hate was my reason for getting up in the morning, for breathing, for living.

Hate and I became good friends.

“God brings men into deep waters, not to drown them but to cleanse them,” somebody once wrote. I didn’t want to be cleansed. I just wanted to drown in pain and misery and utter desolation. I wanted to wallow in the dark and deep pit of despair. I know a thousand and one clichés that say this can be a blessing and that I should be thankful. But thankful is the last thing I’m feeling right now. I’ve always thought that there are three kinds of women: those who break, those who mend and those who are broken themselves.

Before this hit me, I assumed that I belonged to the first or second category. Now I know I’m in the third–so hurt and broken up inside. My grandmother used to say that there is nothing you can do about pain when it gives you a silly grin except grin right back. All I could manage was a wry smile, a killer headache and the worst hangover the day before his wedding.

Evidence of that is the disgusting sight of mashed potatoes and barbecue, thrown up not three meters away from where I was lying prostrate on the floor and the awful stench of cigarette on my hair. Frankly I don’t want to go. I want to wallow in misery in my messy room, crying, retching and stinking, surrounded with Michael Learns to Rock (whose songs are dedicated to the broken-hearted) CDs. But I have to go and attend the wedding. I have to bathe and prepare and put on that atrocious peach (it’s not even my color!) gown.

I’m not doing it for the groom, my one true friend and love, Oliver. Neither am I doing it for the bride, my younger sister, Sandra who needs me. I’m doing it for my unborn niece who has the great fortune of having me as her aunt. Call me stupid, but I’ve always known my place. If it isn’t beside the man I was destined to marry, if it isn’t behind my sister, who will take his name, wear his ring and bear him a child, then it must be with my niece, cradled close to my heart so that she will know both of our love.

He’s Getting Married is a Youngblood article published in Philippine Daily Inquirer. Forgive me but I can’t remember the exact year when this article was published. It’s been a while since this article was published and I’m still moved every time I get to read it. This may be old but I’m still posting it here because it’s one of the articles that I like most among all the Youngblood entries I’ve read. Youngblood is a section of Philippine Daily Inquirer that publishes true-to-life story or experiences that the sender would like to impart to readers.

image from bridaldetective

Jan 8, 2014

indak

Tatakbo at gagalaw Mag-iisip kung dapat bang bumitaw
Kulang na lang, atakihin Ang pag-hinga'y nabibitin

Ang dahilang alam mo na Kahit ano pang sabihin nila
Tayong dalawa lamang ang makakaalam Ngunit ako ngayo'y naguguluhan

Makikinig ba ako Sa aking isip na dati pa namang magulo?
O iindak na lamang Sa tibok ng puso mo

At aasahan ko na lamang na Hindi mo aapakan ang aking mga paa
Pipikit na lamang at mag-sasayaw Habang nanonood siya...

Paalis at pabalik May baong yakap at suklian ng halik
Mag-papaalam at mag-sisisi Habang papiglas ka ako sayo ay tatabi

Tayong dalawa lamang ang nakaka-alam
Ngunit hindi na matanto kung sino nga ba ang pag-bibigyan ko
Makikinig nga ba sa isipan na alam ang wasto
Ngunit pipigilan ang pag-ibig nya na totoo

Iindak na lamang ba sa tibok ng puso mo
At aasahan ko hindi nya lamang aapakan ang aking mga paa
Pipikit na lamang at mag-sasaya Habang nalulungkot ka
Pipikit na lamang at mag-sasaya Habang nalulungkot ka

Ako'y Litong-lito Tulungan niyo ako
Di ko na alam Kung sino pang aking pagbibigyan o

Ayoko na ng ganito Ako ay litong-lito ohwooh

Jan 5, 2014

Adore you NSFW

shocking and downright awkward because of Miley's voice in a Naked man's body, but who cares he is superduper sexxaaay

Just subscribe to his youtube channel here Bryan Hawn

i'd be suprisingly good for you

[Eva and Peron:]

I've heard so much about you

[Eva and Peron:]

I'm amazed, for I'm only an actress (a soldier)

Nothing to shout about (One of the thousands)

Only a girl on the air (Defending the country he loves)

[Eva:]

But when you act, the things you do affect us all

[Peron:]

But when you act, you take us away from the squalor of the real world

Are you here on your own?

[Eva:]

Yes, oh yes

[Peron:]

So am I, what a fortunate coincidence

Maybe you're my reward for my efforts here tonight

[Eva:]

It seems crazy but you must believe

There's nothing calculated, nothing planned

Please forgive me if I seem naive

I would never want to force your hand

But please understand, I'd be good for you

I don't always rush in like this

Twenty seconds after saying hello

Telling strangers I'm too good to miss

If I'm wrong I hope you'll tell me so

But you really should know, I'd be good for you

I'd be surprisingly good for you

I won't go on if I'm boring you

But do you understand my point of view?

Do you like what you hear, what you see

And would you be, good for me too?

I'm not talking of a hurried night

A frantic tumble then a shy goodbye

Creeping home before it gets too light

That's not the reason that I caught your eye

Which has to imply, I'd be good for you

I'd be surprisingly good for you

[Peron:]

Please go on, you enthrall me

I can understand you perfectly

And I like what I hear, what I see, and knowing me

I would be good for you too

[Eva:]

I'm not talking of a hurried night

A frantic tumble then a shy goodbye

Creeping home before it gets too light

That's not the reason that I caught your eye

Which has to imply, I'd be good for you

I'd be surprisingly good for you

a rose in the wind

I was born at daybreak / To the road I did take
Trembling as the groung shakes / Under my feet
Cracked in the stone heat
Never ending motion / Way across the ocean
Into your devotion / Long have I gone
So far from my home

What to do with this love that I'm in?
I have given you all of my soul
Flying all my life like a rose in the wind
Tell me why I am always alone
On my way home

(Garuda maafkan aku yang melupakan mu, tetapi cinta lebih kuat dari perbatasan)

Dreaming always begin / Find a door that's opening
Something there is shining / The light in your eyes
When you were all mine

All alone as I wake / moving in a new place
Shivering as I trace / A road of my own
Cut by the deep cold

What to do with this love that I'm in?
I have given you all of my soul
Flying all my life like a rose in the wind
Tell me why I am always alone
Hang on to me tight, and a rose in the wind
Will be with you wherever you go
All the way back home

(Biarkan aku jadi kompas mu, kan kutunjuk lahar mu arah gunung api di masa kecilku)

Can I take you back there? / Drifting on the warm air
Say you'll follow anywhere / All of our nights
Into the jade skies

I'll be true to you / Flying over the moon
Lying in the bamboo / I'll always know
The light in the window

(bawa aku bersama angin mu)

What to do with this love that I'm in?
I have given you all of my soul
Flying all my life like a rose in the wind
Tell me why I am always alone

Supercrush: Cid Jesson Ramil

Someone just caught my attention: a photo of a guy who carried the Philippine Flag from the recently held 27th Sea Games. He is Cid Jesson Ramil. a gold winner of men's 1500 decathlon

♥

insert: Beyonce's Crash into you video

"i'm ready to run...run... run... crash into you

weekly top 10 01/04/2014

1 how long will i love you- ellie goulding

2 who you love- john mayer feat. katy perry

3 do what u want- lady gaga feat christina aguilera

4 say something- a great big world feat. christina aguilera

5 adore you- miley cyrus

6 let her go- passenger

7 pretty hurts- beyonce

8 all of me- john legend

9 animals- martin garrix

10 tears always win- alicia keys

Top 20 Movies of 2013

1. Life of Pie

“It is true that those we meet can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.”

2. The Silver Linings Playbook

“And I still love you in my own fucked-up way. I miss you, I really do. Can we still be friends?”

3. Les Miserables

"He was never mine to keep..."

4. The Great Gatsby

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

5. World War Z

“I don't know if great times make great men, but I know they can kill them.”

6. Catching Fire: The Hunger Games

Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return.

7. Oz the Great and Powerful

I don't want to be a good man... I want to be a great one.

8. Mama

Victoria! Come! Mama!

9. Kick Ass 2

There’s no room for punks in suits. Just real heroes who can really kick ass.

10. Ekstra ( the bit player )

Yung umaarte ka ng hndi ka dapat magaling umarte ay isang napakagaling na pag arte.

see the rest....

Walang Truelove Music Awards 2013

Best Female

Pink

miley cyrus

katy perry

lorde

lana del rey

Best Male

justin timberlake

calvin harris

bruno mars

macklemore

zedd

Best Group

imagine dragons

swedish house mafia

daft punk

icona pop

the script

Best New Artist

lorde

imagine dragons

swedish house mafia

icona pop

ariana grande

Best Alternative Act

imagine dragons

lorde
the script
lana del rey
captial cities

best pop

miley cyrus

katy perry
pink
ke$ha
lady gaga

best rnb

robin thicke

rihanna
macklemore
justin timberlake
ciara

best dance

icona pop- i love it

swedish house mafia- don't you worry child
sweet nothing- calvin harris feat florence welch
daft punk- get lucky
zedd- stay the night

love song of the year

young and beautiful- lana del rey

just give me a reason- pink feat nate reuss
wrecking ball- miley cyrus
if i was young man- bruno mars
almost is never enough- ariana grande nathan sykes

OPM song of the year