Blair: We've seen you with vomit in your hair, making out with investment bankers in the men's room at PJ Clarks. You don't have to hide anything from us.
Nate: She's right Serena, I mean none of us are saints.
Blair: Yeah, [points back at Chuck] I had sex with him in the back of a limo.
Chuck: Several times.
Nate: I had sex with you, at a wedding while I was her date. [looks at Chuck] Once.
[Blair looks back at Chuck waiting for him to say something to comfort S]
Chuck: I'm Chuck Bass.
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Blair: What would you say if I told you I know where Georgina Sparks is right now?
Chuck: I'd say let's get the bitch
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jueves, 29 de mayo de 2008
martes, 20 de mayo de 2008
I wish...
I wish I had never met them before. I wish I had never met those people I knew I would never see again, actually have a relationship with.
Sometimes, when you least expect it, you suddenly meet someone and you think that is the right for you. You don’t know why, but you are sure of it. It is a kind of “love at first sight”, but not that serious. It happens all the time, with the guy on the subway with whom you have a little talk about unimportant things like college and weather conditions, but he immediately leaves without you even knowing his name. Or the cute guy you meet abroad, the one you see every single morning at the hotel, the one that is having breakfast sitting at the table close to you, the one you share the elevator with, and you can’t take your eyes off. After exchanging a few words and feeling glad to be just near him, both leave, and everything vanishes overnight. And then, just a nice memory remains.
You know you will never see him again, but you can’t avoid thinking about him, and that’s exactly why I wish I had never met him.
This also happens with some fiction characters. Sometimes you fall madly in love with a person that you can only watch on TV. You watch the same movie like a thousand times just because you love the way he is, the way he looks, and how gentle and sweet he is to his girlfriend. And you wish you were that woman. It is like an obsession. But the most depressing thing is that you start searching for that “Mr. Right” who seems not to exist. Or even worse, you start trying to find all these qualities in every guy you meet, but you never find them. So, you start wondering whether they exist or they are just fictional, as they seem to be. I guess if you didn’t know them and then got obsessed with this kind of characters you watch on TV in each episode, you wouldn’t become so demanding each time you meet someone.
That is why I wish I had never met them. It is a kind of masochism because you know you will never be with them, because they don’t exist after all. But on the other hand, I love dreaming that maybe one day, fiction could come true, and I can reach everything I have ever dreamt of.
Sometimes, when you least expect it, you suddenly meet someone and you think that is the right for you. You don’t know why, but you are sure of it. It is a kind of “love at first sight”, but not that serious. It happens all the time, with the guy on the subway with whom you have a little talk about unimportant things like college and weather conditions, but he immediately leaves without you even knowing his name. Or the cute guy you meet abroad, the one you see every single morning at the hotel, the one that is having breakfast sitting at the table close to you, the one you share the elevator with, and you can’t take your eyes off. After exchanging a few words and feeling glad to be just near him, both leave, and everything vanishes overnight. And then, just a nice memory remains.
You know you will never see him again, but you can’t avoid thinking about him, and that’s exactly why I wish I had never met him.
This also happens with some fiction characters. Sometimes you fall madly in love with a person that you can only watch on TV. You watch the same movie like a thousand times just because you love the way he is, the way he looks, and how gentle and sweet he is to his girlfriend. And you wish you were that woman. It is like an obsession. But the most depressing thing is that you start searching for that “Mr. Right” who seems not to exist. Or even worse, you start trying to find all these qualities in every guy you meet, but you never find them. So, you start wondering whether they exist or they are just fictional, as they seem to be. I guess if you didn’t know them and then got obsessed with this kind of characters you watch on TV in each episode, you wouldn’t become so demanding each time you meet someone.
That is why I wish I had never met them. It is a kind of masochism because you know you will never be with them, because they don’t exist after all. But on the other hand, I love dreaming that maybe one day, fiction could come true, and I can reach everything I have ever dreamt of.
lunes, 5 de mayo de 2008
J. dixit
Tengo una compañera a la cual ya no soporto. Creo que antes de cada clase se olvida un cuarto de cebrero en la casa.
J: -"Ay, no soporto a estas viejas fifi"
Yo: -"..."
J: -"Ay, no sabes! es un tierno!, el fin de semana con mi novio nos cambiamos los celulares. El estuvo todo el finde con el mio y yo con el de el. A mi me salio mal porque el de el se quedo sin bateria, pero el estuvo leyendo todas mis cosas. Y hoy me lo devolvio y me acabo de dar cuenta que se saco una foto con mi cel y me la dejo guardada. Que divino!"
Yo: -"que boludes cambiarse el celular realmente..."
J: -"Pero ella porque sabe una bocha!" (refieriendose a una compañera que sabe mucho)
Profesora: -"una que? una bocha?"
Compañera X: -"que es eso?"
J: -"un monton, una amiga me dice siempre que es re villero, pero no es villero, o no?" (mirandome)
Yo: -... (mirada despectiva)
J: -"Donde pago Movistar?"
Yo: -"ni idea"
J: -"Capas es mas facil pagar directo en movistar..."
Yo: -"quizas si"
J: -"Vos pagas directamente en movistar entonces?"
Yo: -"No"
J: -"Porque?"
Yo: -"Porque tengo Personal."
Y aquí el golpe final que se mete con mis sentimientos...
Haciendo un oral en el que habia que decir cosas en común y cosas no en común con el compañero de al lado...
Yo: -"Cosas no en comun... vos estas en el colegio y yo en la facultad."
J: -"Yo tengo novio, y vos no!"
Yo: -"..." (Internamente un: fuck you)
Lo más triste es que viene de una persona que es "poca persona". La odié. Juro que la odié.
J: -"Ay, no soporto a estas viejas fifi"
Yo: -"..."
J: -"Ay, no sabes! es un tierno!, el fin de semana con mi novio nos cambiamos los celulares. El estuvo todo el finde con el mio y yo con el de el. A mi me salio mal porque el de el se quedo sin bateria, pero el estuvo leyendo todas mis cosas. Y hoy me lo devolvio y me acabo de dar cuenta que se saco una foto con mi cel y me la dejo guardada. Que divino!"
Yo: -"que boludes cambiarse el celular realmente..."
J: -"Pero ella porque sabe una bocha!" (refieriendose a una compañera que sabe mucho)
Profesora: -"una que? una bocha?"
Compañera X: -"que es eso?"
J: -"un monton, una amiga me dice siempre que es re villero, pero no es villero, o no?" (mirandome)
Yo: -... (mirada despectiva)
J: -"Donde pago Movistar?"
Yo: -"ni idea"
J: -"Capas es mas facil pagar directo en movistar..."
Yo: -"quizas si"
J: -"Vos pagas directamente en movistar entonces?"
Yo: -"No"
J: -"Porque?"
Yo: -"Porque tengo Personal."
Y aquí el golpe final que se mete con mis sentimientos...
Haciendo un oral en el que habia que decir cosas en común y cosas no en común con el compañero de al lado...
Yo: -"Cosas no en comun... vos estas en el colegio y yo en la facultad."
J: -"Yo tengo novio, y vos no!"
Yo: -"..." (Internamente un: fuck you)
Lo más triste es que viene de una persona que es "poca persona". La odié. Juro que la odié.
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