My new hot pink rabito

Found this on my desk this morning.. So sweet of lisa^___^

No other woman *movie*

I love the lines..LMAO
My fave: You can call me whatever you want,SNAKE, BITCH or OTHER WOMAN, but I promise you, I will never be a PATHETIC and BORING housewife
*CLAP CLAP*

Kara: No pressure! And kiss me and don’t you dare fall in love with me.

Kara: You will only be called a mistress when there’s an emotional attachment. I’m not a mistress.

Kara: We’re just two consenting adults having fun, there’s no emotional attachment.

Kara: Anong gagawin niyo if the only man that you love is unfortunately married!

Kara: I’m not gonna give up Ram without putting up a god damn fight!

Kara: You can call me whatever you want,SNAKE, BITCH or OTHER WOMAN, but I promise you, I will never be a PATHETIC and BORING housewife.

Kara: Every day I’m trying to convince myself na mamahalin din nya ako, pero sayo pa din sya umuuwi.

Kara: I don’t need to read your research report. I know the market because I am the market.

Kara: Paano mo naman malalaman na masarap pala pag di mo titikman? Kahit alam mong bawal, labanan mo cos’ eventually your body will just get used to it.

Kara: Gagawin ko ang lahat huwag mo lang akong iiwan!

Kara: THERE’S NO OTHER WOMAN BETTER THAN I AM!

Charmaine: Mababaliw siguro ako kung malaman kong may babae siya. Baka mapatay ko yung kabit, silang dalawa actually.

Charmaine: Bakit ko ipaglalaban ang alam kong akin?

Charmaine: Ayoko na! Ayoko na! Alam ko naman eh, ang sakit lang, ang sakit sakit lang nung marinig ko. Hindi ko dapat ginagawa to pero ginagawa ko ‘to dahil mahal na mahal kita!

Charmaine: Sabi nila, a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Sa ganda mong yan, siguro madami kang alam na shortcuts.

Charmaine: Alam mo kasi ang marriage parang exclusive village. Kailangan mong bantayan para hindi makapasok ang mga squatters.

Ram: I PROMISE YOU THERE’S NO OTHER WOMAN IN MY LIFE!

Ram: Ang laki ng kasalanan ko, hindi ko na maayos to!

Charmaine’s Mom: Ang mundo ay isang malaking Quiapo, maraming snatcher, maagawan ka, lumaban ka!

Charmaine’s Mom: Ganyan talaga ang makating DIKYA, nagmamarka!

Charmaine’s Mom: Kung ahas siya mas ahas ako! Tahimik pero kapag kinanti, nanunuklaw.

Charmaine: Tsaka ano bang mahirap kalaban? Yung putang mahirap o yung putang mayaman?
Charmaine’s Mom: Pareparehong puta lang yun! Ang mayaman original ang hermes, ang mahirap bumibili ng hermes sa greenhills.

Ricci Chan: Having fun? Ngayon yes fun! Pero paano pag iniwan ka na niya? Paano pag pinili na niya ang asawa niya? Paano pag na skandalao na ang pamilya mo? Fun pa rin ba?

Kitkat: Meron ba ditong paparty ni Barney na hindi ko alam?

Kara: Are you here to make a scene???
Charmaine: Only if you have an affair with my husband, meron ba???

Charmaine: Why don’t you have dinner with us tonight, pa thank you ko na rin dahil kinuha mo ang asawa ko.
Kara: I’m sorry?
Charmaine: Bilang supplier ng furniture para sa resort niyo.”

Kara: Anything I can do to help you?
Charmaine: Naku huwag na, mamaya makita mo na nilalagyan ko ang pagkain mo ng lason… JOKE LANG! Natakot ka, noh? Sorry ah medyo off yung humor ko lately.“

Charmaine’s Mom: Panahon na para i-pack mo na yang Lucy Torres mo, ilabas mo na diyan si Gretchen Barretto, anak ako na ang bahala sa red stiletto mo!

FROM: pinoymovieblog dot com

Worth d risk?

It’s sad when you realise that love doesn’t take away your pain or heal your wounds or salve your conscience or assuage your guilt or save your soul. If anything, it makes a bigger mess of you because you become aware of just how empty you really are when he lets go of your hand, of how alone you really are when his arm is no longer around yours, of how broken you really are when he’s not around to fix you with his kisses, of how battered you really are when he stops rubbing your bruises away, of how incomplete and disjointed and fragmented and scattered you are. If anything, it highlights your flaws and blemishes and showcases your tarnishes and defects because you’ve always thought yourself unloveable. But someone comes along and brings you down to your knees with the rapid firing of his machine heart and the impenetrable firewall mechanisms of your own heart are torn down and trampled upon and he tells you that he loves you, despite of, no, because of your flaws and blemishes and tarnishes and defects and it’s the end of your banal existence.

But you sillily think that with love’s huzzah and pizzaz and splendour and all that fucking jazz, you’ll become a new person, happier and freer, and your steps will be quicker and your head will be lighter and your smile will be brighter and your heart will beat faster and your voice will be louder and you will sparkle and shine and sing and dance. And while of that does happen, it doesn’t negate the fact that when the spotlights dim and the curtains close and the audience leaves and it’s just you and the dark and your demons, you’re still broken inside.

Falling in love is lovely. It’s natural and easy and you find yourself falling in love with him every single day of your life and it gives you such a rush, such a high and rapids are gushing inside of you and the most powerful monsoons are raining down on you the most beautiful torrential rains and giant craters of the grand canyon are ensconced in the cavities of your pulsating heart. And it brings with it the promise of a life less solitary, an existence less dreary, a future less weary, and carnal pleasures and wicked fantasies and perverse depravity, and playful banter and idyllic chatter and serious discussions and loud angry words and hisses and rude glares and muttered curses and veiled insults and crude profanities and contenment and acceptance and security and growth and forever.

But you’re a free spirit and something of an extremist and the thought of giving all of yourself to one single entity for the rest of eternity frightens you and nauseates you when there’s so little of you left and even though you know, deep within the secret crevices of your broken heart, that you have found the one who will stand by your side and walk baby steps with you for as long as it takes until you stumble upon yourself, you will fight him for the rest of your life or at least until you’ve come into your own, until you’ve embraced your own immortality, until you’ve come to terms with the limitations of your humanity, until you’ve learned to love the fucking riot of a mess you are, until you’ve forgiven yourself, until you’ve saved yourself, until you’ve loved yourself.

Until then, you’ll love him the only way you know how, with all of yourself, as broken a mess as you are, because you’ve realised that love doesn’t heal you or save you or rescue you or fix you. It accepts you and nurtures you and cocoons you and hugs you tight and holds your hand and never lets go and waits until you’re ready to take the plunge. It just loves you and makes all your pain a little bit more bearable.

GIFT

“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”

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