Showing posts with label movie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movie. Show all posts

What I Want You To Know

"Don't ever talk about my friends, you don't know any of my friends, you don't look at any of my friends, and you certainly wouldn't condescend to speak with any of my friends. Just stick to the things you know; shopping, nail polish, your dad's BMW, and your poor rich drunk mother in the Caribbean. And as for worrying about what will happen when we walk through the hallways of school together you can forget it, cause its never gonna happen. Just bury your head in the sand, and waiting for your fucking prom!"



The Breakfast Club, 1985

Ruma Maida


Craving for this! Saw it on ShowBiz Cinema on this lazy Saturday morning, and this must-seen-on-cinema-movie really got me beg to watch! Heard that this movie cost almost 5 billion idr, i hope it's worth.


My Favorites Conversation

Isabel: I never wanted to be a mom. Well sharing it with you is one thing, carrying it alone for the rest of my life, always being compared to you. You're perfect. They worship you. I just don't want to be looking over my shoulder for the next 20 years knowing that someone else could have done it right, done it better, the way that I can't.
Jackie: What do you have that I don't?
Isabel: Your mother earth incarnate.
Jackie: You're hip and fresh.
Isabel: You ride with Anna.
Jackie: You'll learn.
Isabel: You know every story, every wound, every memory. Their whole life's happiness is wrapped up in you. Don't you get it? Look down the road at her wedding. I'm in a room, alone with her, fitting her veil, fluffing her dress, telling her no woman has ever looked that beautiful. And my fear is that she'll be thinking, "I wish my mom was here".
Jackie: And mine is, she won't. But the truth is, she doesn't have to choose. She can have us both, love us both. And she'll become a better person because of me and because of you. I have their past and you can have their future.
Stepmom, 1998


Me and You


Me and You and Everyone We Know, 2005