ADDITION
I'm sorry but there's something I want to add to my post
I'm sorry but there's something I want to add to my post
2009 starts in roughly 5 hrs and 30 minutes. The arrival of a new year is most of the time embraced with faithful promises of starting anew, of getting rid of vices, of changing for the better, and whatnot. For this year though, I have none of these as I've decided 2009 is my year to recuperate.
I need a break from JSTOR. Hahaha. Grabbed from Elena's site.
Hitting two birds with one stone? Hard. Hitting yourself and two birds with one stone? Harder.
I shall postpone writing a Christmas entry as I only have this for now.
My brother and I had the biggest fight earlier. It was not a bad thing though cause both of us realized so much, and contrary to what we thought about each other, both of us were carrying the same burden. If there is one thing I learned from all the drama, it's that for anything, through anything, and with anything, I have him to go home to.
Thank you, Iñigo. Know that you have me too.
Blair: A woman needs to be with a man who thinks of only her. Anything else is a non-starter. Tell him how you feel.
Serena: We broke up, remember?
Aaron: How did we break up if we're not going out?
Gossip Girl: They say summer love is fleeting. But sometimes what starts as a fling, can lead to the real thing. A simple trip to the beach can be all it takes to clear our heads and open our heads, and write a new ending to an old story. There are those who got burned by the heat. They just want to forget and start over. While there are others who want each moment to last forever. But everyone can agreed on one thing - tans fade, highlights go dark, and we all get sick of getting sand in our shoes.
Chuck: Please don't leave with him.
Blair: Why? Give me a reason... and "I'm Chuck Bass" doesn't count.
Chuck: 'Cause you don't want to.
Blair: That's not enough.
Chuck: 'Cause I don't want you to.
Blair: That's not enough.
Chuck: What else is there?
Blair: The true reason I should stay right where I am and not get in the car. Three words. Eight letters. Say it... and I'm yours.
Chuck: I... I ... [pause]
Blair: Thank you. That's all I needed here.