“She seems, at times, to have read your thoughts. She disarms you by saying, essentially, I know what you’re thinking and I agree, I’m ridiculous, I’m far less than I could have been and I’d like it to be otherwise but I can’t seem to help myself. You find that you move, almost against your will, from being irritated with her to consoling her, helping her back into her performance so that she can be comfortable again and you can resume feeling irritated.”

         “She seems, at times, to have read your thoughts. She disarms you by saying, essentially, I know what you’re thinking and I agree, I’m ridiculous, I’m far less than I could have been and I’d like it to be otherwise but I can’t seem to help myself. You find that you move, almost against your will, from being irritated with her to consoling her, helping her back into her performance so that she can be comfortable again and you can resume feeling irritated.”


                  Everyone wanted to believe that endless love was possible. They both had believed in it once, too, back when they were eighteen. But love was messy, just like life. It took turns that people couldn’t foresee or even understand, leaving a long trail of regret in its wake. And almost always, those regrets led to the kinds of what if questions that could never be answered.

                  Everyone wanted to believe that endless love was possible. They both had believed in it once, too, back when they were eighteen. But love was messy, just like life. It took turns that people couldn’t foresee or even understand, leaving a long trail of regret in its wake. And almost always, those regrets led to the kinds of what if questions that could never be answered.

             It’s the way you remember feeling when you looked at them. 
   When I looked at him, I felt real, unconditional love. And I felt completely loved. He was the only person I ever met whose soul I could clearly see in his eyes. And I had more faith in him than I’ve ever had in another human being. 
          After I lost him, on the rare occassions I saw him, I could feel the shape, the moving embodiment, of the hole in my heart.

             It’s the way you remember feeling when you looked at them.

   When I looked at him, I felt real, unconditional love. And I felt completely loved. He was the only person I ever met whose soul I could clearly see in his eyes. And I had more faith in him than I’ve ever had in another human being.


          After I lost him, on the rare occassions I saw him, I could feel the shape, the moving embodiment, of the hole in my heart.

       “She longed to know what at the moment was passing in his mind, in what manner he thought of her, and whether, in defiance of everything, she was still dear to him. Perhaps he had been civil only because he felt himself at ease; yet there had been that in his voice which was not like ease. Whether he had felt more of pain or of pleasure in seeing her she could not tell, but he certainly had not seen her with composure.”
(Jane Austen,”Pride and prejudice”, Chapter 43)

       “She longed to know what at the moment was passing in his mind, in what manner he thought of her, and whether, in defiance of everything, she was still dear to him. Perhaps he had been civil only because he felt himself at ease; yet there had been that in his voice which was not like ease. Whether he had felt more of pain or of pleasure in seeing her she could not tell, but he certainly had not seen her with composure.”

(Jane Austen,”Pride and prejudice”, Chapter 43)

It’s amazing I’m in this maze with you
        I just can’t crack your code.
One day you’re screaming you love me 
        loud
The next day you’re so cold.
One day you’re here, 
One day you’re there, 
One day you care.
You get the air out my lungs whenever
            you need it.
And you take the blade right out my
heart just so you can watch me bleeding.
I still don’t know why,
             Why I love you so much.

It’s amazing I’m in this maze with you
        I just can’t crack your code.
One day you’re screaming you love me
        loud

The next day you’re so cold.
One day you’re here,
One day you’re there,
One day you care.

You get the air out my lungs whenever
            you need it.
And you take the blade right out my
heart just so you can watch me bleeding.
I still don’t know why,
             Why I love you so much.


                     I still dwelled on “what went wrong” much more than I cared to admit to anyone - even to myself; and the thought of it could still stop me in my tracks, send a ripple through my heart, fix a knot in my chest.


                     I still dwelled on “what went wrong” much more than I cared to admit to anyone - even to myself; and the thought of it could still stop me in my tracks, send a ripple through my heart, fix a knot in my chest.

So I just finished the second episode of Mexican Gossip Girl and it’s not even funny how many Chair/Derena feelings I’m getting right now. Because I’ll be honest, post Chuck selling Blair for a hotel, and the tiring and endless back and forth cycle between Serena and Dan, I shipped them so damn hard. And now, seeing them together again, even if it is in a different version, it brings back major ex OTP feels. I have a feeling that the Mexican writers won’t let Mexican Chair be ruined to the extent that Savage did either, so that also makes me hopeful. So sorry in advance for any Mexican Chair spamming I may do in the next couple of days. (Why do I feel like I’m cheating on Dan and Blair?) As for Mexican Derena, we’ll see about the success on that one. And I guess some things never change, because Mexican Dan stole my heart by the end of the first episode. American Dan would be proud, he’s like a little Mexican protege :’)

Overall, not too bad though. I even caught myself laughing out loud a couple of times. I will say this though, if you don’t speak Spanish, but especially understand Mexican lingo, it may not be as enjoyable for you. I’m Mexican so I got the jokes, but some of them would be hard to translate for the subtitles. So for those people who are watching it with subtitles, I can’t say you’ll get to appreciate the full Mexican spin-off experience to it :/

But I’m not saying to give up on giving it a try altogether either, you could end up loving it :) So far I’m not hating it!

You know, I was thinking. If Mexican Dair doesn’t happen, I think I’ll be fine with it. If Mexican Chair is going to be endgame, I just hope they don’t go down the same unhealthy path that American Chair did. If the Mexican writers pull off successfully writing Chair into a stable, likeable couple, heck, I might even ship them again (only in the AU Mexican Chair version of course)