Just another princess movie

The last thing I'm going to do is talk about the controversy of an African American princess getting turned into a frog. I think some people are just too uptight about the issue. Please keep in mind that these Disney princess stories are all based on fairy tales, and The Princess and the Frog is a fairy tale. Anyways, I did not plan on talking about this discussion.

I want to talk about the movie. The night The Princess and the Frog came out in theaters, I went and saw it with my friend. Much to my dismay, the movie did not give me the fairy tale satisfaction that the other Disney Princess movies have given me in the past.

So. First of all, the animation effects, music, and cinematography was great. I don't really have any problems with that. I feel like Disney have always excelled in that area. Also, the story and the depiction of the princess story is very Disney. I like that the story challenged people with dreams, that things might just work out in a different way... The movie teaches people to dream big, but also enjoy life. I like that.

The problem I have with this movie is the element of occultism, if I can explain it as such. There were instances where the necromancer shown in the movie used blood rituals to seal the deal with his "friends on the other side." It referenced the "friends on the other side's" thirst for wayward souls. The necromancer also was depicted using a voodoo doll to inflict harm on someone.

Is this something we want children to see? As I was thinking this in the movie theater, I saw that two families got up and left because their kids were crying. Personally, I think that the movie should not have been rated G for General Audience. I think that it is best to be rated PG or PG-13 so that adults can supervise and explain the elements that might be challenging morally and spiritually.

But who cares. It's another happily ever after, right?

The Ugly Truth

After the day I had today, I seriously need to write this down - for my sake, more than for the sake of others. If I do not write it down and own this, I will seriously convince myself that it's normal. The truth is it's not normal. The ugly truth is I have a problem.

Oh my, I'm sure everyone reading this have quickly jumped into premature conclusions. "Is she...?" "She struggling with this?" The ugly truth you are about to read may not be what you expected... then again, it might be what you expected.


The question I pose for everyone to reflect on is


How do you cope when the storm hits you?


Everyone copes with storms in life differently. Some ways are beneficial, some not harmful but may be destructive, others completely disastrous. Some people cope with drugs, others cope with alcohol. Some cope with sports, others cope with hobbies. No matter what people use to cope, they are looking for whatever it is that will make them feel better - albeit temporarily.


For me, there are two things that become my means to feeling better. One more than the other.

Can you guess what it possibly might be? Yes, my coping mechanism is shopping. And yes, it can potentially be very dangerous to my financial health.

I just bought a new blue sweater dress, a Kat von D eye shadow pallette, Bare Minerals foundation, Bare Minerals powder, and Bare Minerals lipstick. Seriously? Seriously?! Seriously. I only needed two out of all those things I ended up purchasing.

Yesterday was horrible. It's easy for people to say not to worry and that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. It's different this time. This time, it's just pitch black. I don't see any light. I don't even know what direction to step in. It's pitch black... and I am alone. Do you know how frustrating this is? I wanted to throw a tantrum, but I am too tired and drained to be able to throw one. Today is a total blur of numbness. Physically, I am a lot better than I am mentally and emotionally. And I was hoping shopping would make me feel something.. anything... Maybe a hint of happiness?

The cause of my frustration and depression will not be discussed. Sorry. But it's fair to say that it is crippling. I remember my homeroom teacher in 11th grade was told to describe me, and he described me as a person who loves life. Today I was challenged to ask myself: where did that girl go? Is she still anywhere inside of me?

Anywho. The ugly truth is out. Shopping is my coping mechanism, and it can be dangerous. And I realize that.

It's funny how God answers you using your own metaphors and your own language. God revealed to me that he is holding my hand. Yes, I'm in the tunnel. Yes, I can't see where I'm going or where the light is. But God is there holding my hand and, because I know that he has the full perspective, I know it's going to be alright.

What is your coping mechanism? How do you deal with the storms in life? Honestly. Life is always going to be tough. There will be the happy moments, but there will also be the frustrating and depressing moments in life. The question is how do we cope with those frustrating times? Are we going to run to something that gives temporary happiness, or do we run to something that gives peace in the midst of the storm?

"I can do all things through Him who strengthens me." Phillipians 4.13

Observations from a Disney Classic

Out of all of the Disney classics, I would have to say that I like Beauty and the Beast the best. I like the movie because it doesn't just portray a heroine that sits back and let her fairy tale ending get handed to her on a silver platter. Needless to say, the Sleeping Beauty might be my least favorite Disney Princess movie. Beauty and the Beast tells the story of Belle, who made choices that affected her happy ever after.

After church today, my roommates turned Beauty and the Beast on. Of course, I was compelled to sit and watch with them. I think this time, though, I saw the movie through a different set of glasses. The following observations I gleaned from today's viewing of the movie does not, however, change my feelings about the movie. Just to let you know in advance.

Observation #1:

It pains me to think that there are people like Gaston in the world, people that are too disillusioned with who they think they are that they live their lives in a dream world... and then they force people to succumb to that world and its rules. Honestly, if I see a guy as absurd as Gaston, I would punch his face. A quick note for all the boys out there: don't propose and prepare a wedding on the same day. She might say no. And, if she's me, she might punch your face.

Observation #2:

A lot of times, girls get caught up in the dream of living in a world where magic, prince charmings, and fairy godmothers roam around free. I'm not doubting that if Belle had chosen a different path, to not be so taken by the enchanted castle, she would have found herself living a different life. Looking at her strong will, that alternate future probably won't involve a Gaston, but it wouldn't involve a cursed prince and an enchanted castle too. I think every little girl fall into that bottomless pit. We are all told to dream and wait for the perfect man to come. Pretty much the embodiment of Snow White's song, "Someday My Prince will come." I think it's unfair for the men in our lives when they have to live up to the expectations of the perfect Prince Charming who will give us magic, romance, and adventure. That's a pretty hard job to accomplish.

Observation #3:

I feel that Beauty and the Beast can be a tad bit misleading at times, especially for the ladies out there. I'm afraid that too many girls watch the movie and leave thinking that they'll be able to turn the beast into a gorgeous man or take any gross frog and kiss him into a prince. So the girl grows up and meets a man that isn't perfect. The man is pretty much like Beast - arrogant, temperamental, and rude. But subconsciously, she has always clung to the notion that she will be able to change him. Therefore she will be determined to tame the wild. Then... after she has successfully tamed him into the perfect husband, she'll wonder where the wild, adventurous "beast" she fell in love with went. Ironic, huh? This whole train of thought started from the scene where Beast was transformed back to a man. Honestly, I think that Beast looked better as a beast than as a man. Although some would say that he's the exact same person and that it shouldn't make a difference, it will be different. He views himself differently, and she doesn't see the beast she fell in love with. Of course it's different.

Oh my. It's funny how these random thoughts come into my head.

The Properties of Being a Woman

So, as some of you know already, I get bored at work sometimes. And what do I do? I surf the web. The usual destinations would be Facebook and YouTube... and my newfound interest, Urban Dictionary. I was bored today and so I looked up "women" on Urban Dictionary. I'd like to know how some people attempt to describe or portray women... I ran into this one and would love to share it with you.

WOMEN - A CHEMICAL ANALYSIS ---------------------------
Element: Women
Symbol: Wo
Discoverer: Adam
Atomic Mass: Accepted at 53.6 kg, but known to vary between 40 & 200 kg
Occurences: Copious quantities in all urban areas

PHYSICAL PROPERTIES:
1. Surface usually covered in painted film.
2. Boils at nothing; freezes without known reason.
3. Melts if given special treatment.
4. Bitter if incorrectly used.
5. Found in various states from virgin metal to common ore.
6. Yields if pressure applied in correct places.

CHEMICAL PROPERTIES:
1. Has a great affinity for gold, silver and a range of precious stones.
2. Absorbs great quantities of expensive substances.
3. May explode spontaneously without prior warning and for no know reason.
4. Insoluble in liquids, but activity increases greatly when saturated in alcohol.
5. Most powerful money reducing agent known to man.

COMMON USES:
1. Highly ornamental, especially in sports cars.
2. Can be a great aid to relaxation.
3. Very effective cleaning agent.

TESTS:
1. Pure specimen turns rosy pink when discovered in the natural state.
2. Turns green when placed beside a better specimen.

HAZARDS:
1. Highly dangerous except in experienced hands.
2. Illegal to possess more than one, although several can be maintained at different locations as long as specimens do not come into direct contact with each other.

Please don't fight...

Why are you striving these days
Why are you trying to earn grace
Why are you crying
Let me lift up your face
Just don't turn away

Why are you looking for love
Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough
To where will you go, child
Tell me where will you run
To where will you run

And I'll be by your side
Wherever you fall
In the dead of night
Whenever you call
And please don't fight
These hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Look at these hands and my side
They swallowed the grave on that night
When I drank the world's sin
So I could carry you in
And give you life
I want to give you life

And I'll be by your side
Wherever you fall
In the dead of night
Whenever you call
And please don't fight
These hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Cause I, I love you
I want you to know
That I, I love you
I'll never let you go

And I'll be by your side
Wherever you fall
In the dead of night
Whenever you call
And please don't fight
These hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

- By Your Side, by Tenth Avenue North

So about a month ago, I realized I was at the lowest point in my life. I am the kind of person that have always been confident of what I want to do in life. I remember back in high school, when he was told to describe me, my teacher said that I am the kind of person that loves life. A month ago, that was not the case.

I was standing on a beach, by the clear blue waters. I have always loved the beach, the feel of the warm sand the cold, refreshing water. That was my definition of peace. But not this time. I felt like a big wave had crashed over me, engulfing me with its strong arms. I was pushed down. Deeper and deeper. I got to the point where I need oxygen. The panic, the desperation, the fear was all around me. I tried so hard to push my way up, trying to swim against the pressure. I finally saw the light of day and quickly gasped a mouthful of air. The next second, another wave crashed on me, pulling me down. Deeper and deeper. I tried to swim and fight the pressure. This time, I felt my muscles ache. There was no ounce of strength left in me to swim up. So what can I do. I let go of all hope and drift further and further down.

I wasn't really on a beach. I wasn't really drowning. But it felt like I was.

I was at the point where I had let go of all hope and drift further and further down into depression. I know what God's promises are for my life. I know that his plans are supposed to be good. But I couldn't see it. I couldn't see it ever happening to me. Everytime I think about it, I cry. What else could one do? I was at the point where I could not trust God anymore. I literally did not have the strength or the ability to trust God. I was just there, falling deeper and deeper to this abyss. I told my parents this, the only people I talked to about this. I knew it hurt them to see me that way, but I was unable to do anything. My mother kept on telling me that I have always been a strong, confident girl. "Get up and fight it!" was what she said. And I told her, "I can't..." I did not feel that girl in me anymore. I felt a totally different person, a failure.

It's funny that the prayer intern could not find it in her to pray. I literally could not pray.

The story did not end there, though. After a while, I started to become angry. I was mad at God. I was angry because he was not doing what he promised me he would. I was angry because I was heartbroken. I was angry because I was alone. I was angry... and I told him. I prayed, but my prayer was anger... I told him everything, everything that was wrong with my life. I told him that I was sick of my life. I asked him, "If you love me, why am I hurting?"

This song came in the picture. I twas in the playlist I was playing at the time. I felt God was speaking these words to me, as he held me in his arms. No matter how hard I fight back, his arms were still there. And then he tells me, "Please don't fight these hands that are holding you."

I felt like a hand grabbed mine and pulled me out of the deep water. It felt good because, finally, I was able to breathe again. Oxygen felt so strange, but good at the same time. I was in someone's arms. It wasn't cold and dark anymore, but warm and light.

I was looking for love and searching as if God is not enough.

I'm not saying I have it all figured out. But it's a journey.

I am falling more and more in love - with God. All the others? They don't really matter.

FRUMPED

WARNING: This blog post is most definitely what I would clearly label venting. Please understand.

I was in line to talk to the receptionist at the doctor's clinic and, while waiting, have been engrossed in a quite passionate rant concerning a friendship in my life that is coming to an end.

"You've been frumped," Anna analyzed.

Naturally, I was perplexed at the use of the foreign word. After seeing the perplexed look on my face, Anna explained that it is an expression coined first by our friend, Ashleigh, pertaining to the situation in which a friend ended the friendship. Much like being "dumped" in a romantic relationship. When one is being "frumped," he or she is being "dumped" as a friend. I thought the invention was ingenious.

Anna was right. I was frumped.

One of my friends, who will remain unnamed, has ditched me for the last year or so for a boy, who will also remain unnamed. Reading this, you might think that this is a normal case of friend jealousy. However, I might have to disagree, since I can produce witnesses who would testify to the truth of my case. I think that there is a healthy way to be in a romantic relationship yet still preserve friendships. Apparently my friend have no idea how that can be done.

I have made a promise to my friend - let's call her X - to do something for her. I, mind you, made that promise when we were still friends. Then, the frumping process began. What I'm wondering is: does she still have any friends left? Apparently X has only one friend in her life, her boy. People might think that it is cliche to say that relationships need work. But they do. And my friend, X, completely did not care about our friendship. As a result, I - being the independent person that I am - moved on with my life, without her. And now, much to my regret, I was called to act on that promise I made.

You see, X still very much thought that we are friends. She still calls me "friend" and tells me she misses me. Every time I hear her say that, I have to exert every effort I can to control myself from regurgitating. I am quite disgusted. When we were still friends (and my definition of friend is of true friendship, where friends hang out with each other and actually are interested in each other's lives), I would jump at the opportunity to spend time at her place. Not anymore, though. Recently, she asked me if I'd like to come and spend the night. As you probably could tell, I'm not jumping for joy.

Anyways. I just needed a place to channel my exasperation.. frustration.. disgust..

You might be wondering what I'm going to do next. A promise is a promise. I make sure this is completed, then she'll go her way and I go mine. I'm not saying that I hate her and will never talk to her again. No. What I'm saying is that our relationship have changed throughout the course of the year from close friends to mere acquaintances. It's sad, I know. So sorry. Wished it was different, but it's not. I've moved on with my life.

A disgruntled ex-friend, signing out.

Flying Solo

I'm 6,742 miles away from home... and 3,601 miles away from my other home.

It's really quite interesting the set of circumstances that brought me to this very moment. Oh yeah, I should probably give more information about what my situation is right now. I am sitting in the Sakura Lounge of Japan Airlines located somewhere in the depths of the Narita International Airport.

To all of the people out there that don't know me, I want everything to be in control. My control. (And that's an understatement.) What happened to me these past couple of days just can't be further from that.

On Monday, June 15 I was dropped off at Sea-Tac Airport by my lovely roommate's mother, LaVaughn. I know. It's kind of bizzare that your roommate's mom drives you to the airport and not your roommate. Long story. But LaVaughn is a good friend and she's like family to me, so I was quite content with the arrangement. After checking in and the usual stuff that pertains with getting on International flights, I got on the plane just in time.

My flight made a short stop in Honolulu to re-fuel and all that good stuff. And then we were off to a 7-hour flight (Yes. I'm serious. No. This isn't a typo) to Tokyo, Japan. Throughout this first leg of my flights, I watched a few movies. Okay. Maybe a little bit more than a few. Hotel for Dogs, Last Chance Harvey, Race to Witch Mountain, New in Town, and InkHeart. Yep. Just a few. It didn't really sink in to me that something was wrong until the time they handed out immigration forms for Japan. Of course, I was like, "I'm going to Hong Kong and then to Jakarta. I don't need these forms." But they gave me the forms anyways. I started looking at the itinerary I had printed out and stuck in my purse. The captain had said that we were going to arrive at Narita Airport at 9:30pm. Wait a second, I thought to my self (or maybe out loud). The flight was supposed to have landed at 4:40pm and then I should have departed on another flight to Hong Kong at 6:40pm. I could literally feel the ground underneath me crumble. Okay. Maybe it was some turbulence the flight was experiencing.

You see. For a control freak like me, having your flight itinerary changed, being dumped at a foreign place with lots of people who speak some kind of English you don't understand, and having no notion of how or when you'll get to your destination is a bad thing. I still smiled and was still polite to the people I encountered, but deep inside I was hyperventilating. (Is that even possible? Internal hyperventilating.)

When my flight landed in Narita, I had to wait in line to get my little "situation" figured out. In line, I had the chance to observe human nature put under a series of misfortunes uncontrollable by anyone. People are rude. When people's comfort gets threatened, they get rude. As I was waiting in line, I had a revelation. Whatever we are experiencing right now is not the people manning the counter's fault - and why do we unleash 3 hours worth of delay anger on them? They weren't the ones flying the planes or manning the control towers.

So I resolved on shutting up, be polite, and muster up whatever strength left in me to smile.

It worked. The guy that helped me told me that they have booked a hotel room with complimentary dinner and breakfast on them. They also arranged a new flight itinerary. The guy saw that my final destination is Jakarta, and so he asked me if I would rather have a direct flight from Tokyo to Jakarta. I did not hesitate in agreeing. So it was settled. My flight to Jakarta was to leave the next day at 2:10pm. That left me enough time to rest, clean up, and lounge around.

Japan Airlines has a lounge with complimentary food, drinks, and wireless internet. It was paradise for me.

It turns out that the circumstances played out better than what I had planned myself.

What I planned consisted of waiting for 9 hours in Hong Kong International Airport - sleep deprived and alone.

What I got was free dinner, breakfast, and a great place to stay and sleep. I got a full 8 hours of sleep.

Accept the unexpected. It may end up being a whole lot better than you have planned.

Season Finale

So, I finished watching the last season of Veronica Mars. My roommate suggested that I move on to more bad boys. In Buffy, for example.

Sigh. But alas. My heart is still captured by the teenage detective series.

I think it's public knowledge now that one of the reasons for my unending love for Veronica Mars is the presence of the hot boyfriend (or ex-boyfriend, or whatever Logan Echolls decides to be). Nevertheless, there are other aspects that contributes to my love for Veronica Mars.

Mystery novels. Murders. Who did it? It's like the CLUE game, where you try to find who did it, where, and with what. Do I have to spell it out again? Hint: it's the whole thing about humankind loving danger and adventures. Yeah. That's the one.

Okay. Forgive me for I have sinned. It's been xx days since my last confession. The big reason why I'm oh so head over heels about this tv series is Logan. Okay. Here comes the analysis.

I've watched a few episodes of Veronica Mars in the past - just a few, not all of them. After these few days of Veronica Mars marathon, I have come to the decision that Season 3 wasn't as good as the first two seasons. To be honest, I am biased. Can you blame me? Veronica dumped Logan and hooked up with a guy named "Piz."

Seriously?

At first glance, the end of season 3 seems to be a depressing moment in the lives of those who want Logan and Veronica to end up together. (In case you don't know, that would be me.) However, after thinking about it and consulting the special features in the DVD package, I received an epiphany.

Scenario #1: Saying, "You're stupid," to someone. Direct, to the point, plain and simple.
Scenario #2: Expose the person's stupidity in front of an audience, causing humiliation... This to be done without a single time saying "You're stupid" to the person. But boy, oh boy, they get the message clearly.

The difference between scenario #1 and scenario #2? It's called literary genius.

And I think that was what the creators of Veronica Mars wanted to accomplish in the Logan/Veronica relationship as portrayed in Season 3. Brilliant. Astonishing. Simply a masterpiece.

Let's take a look (figuratively, of course) to the last scene of Veronica-Logan-Piz in the season finale. At first I hated the scene because I thought it wasn't powerful enough. I changed my mind. The scene became one of my favorite Logan-Veronica scene in this season.
She was in the cafeteria. Logan came to apologize to her for beating her boyfriend up, which was, of course, an amazingly intense yet exhilarating scene. Veronica told him that it was going to take some time for her to be able to get over what Logan has done. After finding out the perpetrator behind Veronica's raunchy video footage, Veronica decided not to do anything, for it was a politically weighty matter. The scum said some things that he surely would take back if he knew who Logan was. Surprise, surprise. The Echolls' temper came through. Logan completely beat up the guy. I love it that the guy said, "Whoever you are, you're going to die." And, Logan charmingly replies, "Yeah. Someday." Pretty amazing line there.

After this little witty comment here, the rest of the scene involves the power of facial expressions more than verbal attempts. Logan looks at Veronica with his usual bad-boy-and-knight-in-shining-armor mix. He smiled, and ran into Piz. He apologized to Piz about everything and walked away. Veronica was looking at Logan with this unexplainable adoration in her eyes. She had this look that said, "This is the man I love." And then she looked at Piz. I guess she had to realize that sooner or later she had to come to terms with the fact that Piz is her boyfriend, not Logan. She couldn't even look at Piz for too long. Piz, on the other hand, realized his defeat. He knows that at the end of the day, there was only one man for Veronica, and he's not it.

Powerful, isn't it?

Mind recalling that Veronica did storm into Logan's hotel suite in an earlier scene and told him that she did not want him in her life anymore. Ah. The things people say and what they end up doing rarely matches.

I feel that this method of telling their story is simply brilliant. The creators didn't just write the story and handed it on a silver platter. The ambiguity of the scene was golden. It draws out feelings, rather than describes plot.

Of course, no one knows whether those two stubborn, thick-headed people will end up together again. They each have their own pretty ornaments that decorate their lives: Logan with his irresponsibility and temper inherited from his family, and Veronica with her deep-seethed need to be suspicious of everyone. But no one can really doubt that these two flawed personalities share a bond that even their own corrupt lives can't seem to break.

Yes. I'm talking about cinematography.
Yes. I'm talking about script writing.
But I guess I'm more talking about powerful expressions.

Sometimes. It does not require words to communicate how you feel or what you think. When words fail (And trust me. It will.), actions and expressions scream the point across.

Bad Boys

Funny how at times you can't seem to recognize a good thing even after it hits you on the head. Many people take for granted the good things in life - friends, family, love.

Cliche statements floating around in my head. I know. It's a tad bit unnatural, especially for me. Whenever cliches decorate my rhetoric, they usually are connected at the hip to my faithful friend. Sarcasm.

Anyways. I'm sure the millions of people reading this blog have one question: what the heck?

Well. The fact that I am unmotivated to start my summer papers and broke due to the lack of occupation gives me the time to think about conspiracy theories. Okay. Maybe I'm exaggerating. I spend most of my time these two weeks watching 3 seasons of Veronica Mars on DVD. I think I've gotten a little hooked on it. My current roommate can certainly vouch for that. She has threatened to take Veronica Mars away from me. She can do that. Especially because the DVDs belong to her.

Bad boys. Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?

Sigh. Right now there is only one boy in my life - one bad boy to be exact. His name? Logan Echolls. You guessed it. He's the guy from Veronica Mars. Please don't misinterpret this as an oh-he's-so-cute-i'm-now-a-fan-and-want-to-marry-him-and-have-his-babies kind of thing. To be frank, Jason Dohring is a pretty amazing looking man. I'm not covering it up. I'm human. And he's quite an attractive guy. But that's besides the point. The point is, Jason Dohring portrayed that character of Logan Echolls quite brilliantly. The spoiled bad boy son of an A-list actor who fell madly in love with a girl that loves him back but have some trust issues. And I didn't get it wrong. I don't have a crush on Jason Dohring. But I sort of do have one on Logan Echolls. Yes. The fictional character that lived for three years on television, thanks to Rob Thomas. (Note: I am not crazy. At least, not yet. I will give further notice if I decide to change my mind.)

Back to my topic. Bad boys.

Why are they so appealing? This might be an assumption, but based on general observation, I should be able to prove this. I guess this is also a confession. I have a thing for bad boys. Haha. Who would have guessed?

Back to their appeal. My theory is that they provide a sense of adventure. We can't blame ourselves. We are geared that way. Even the most organized, sensible, rational girl is prone to fall for the bad boy. They carry this thing with them. Risk. Admit it. It's appealing. All of us humans - no matter men or women - are thrill seekers. We always want a secure life, a safe life. But we are so allured by risk, danger, adventure. Wonder. It's not bad. I think we're sort of wired that way. It's funny isn't it? We work so hard to stabilize everything and make life predictable, but then we complain about being trapped... We long for that adventure. We long for uncertainty. We long for the mystery. We long for the romance.


So. That's that about my bad boy spiel. Back to Mr. Echolls. I know it sounds a little out there and slightly psychotic, but the writers of VM got my ideal kind of guy dead on. Well. Without the promiscuous lifestyle of extramarital sex and abuse of alcohol. See. In Veronica Mars, Logan has turned out to be the knight in shining armor always there in time to save the love of his life who happens to love playing with distress. Okay. Rephrase. He's a sarcastic snidy knight in shining armor... If you haven't noticed by now, I have a relationship with sarcasm. I find it quite... witty. It's a very creative way to communicate truth with ambiguity. Anyways. Logan says the most incredible things. He's got a take on life that is quite uniquely charming. Here are some of the things he had said:

• "'Anthropomorphic.' All yours, big guy." (To the principal, when asked if he can "have a word")

• "Annoy, tiny blonde one. Annoy like the wind!"

• "Push in on our hero. Natural light frames his handsome, weathered face, as he passed sage advice to his doting daughter. The music swells. [imitating Yoda] "Important your family is, hmm, hmm."

• "[stops his stopwatch] Twelve hours to hit me up for my dead mother's money. Hmmm, I wonder who had that in the pool."

• "[in police lineup] Oh wow, I'm stunned. You like me! You really like me! Well first, I'd just like to say the other, uh, nominees are all such wonderfully gifted criminals. And I wanna thank my agent and my publicist for always shooting me from the left side."

• "Drugs? Murder? Frame-ups? St. Mary's Church? God, why didn't we think of that sooner?"

• "You do know I've been cleared of all charges, right? The whole 'dead Felix' business has lost its intrigue for me. Once something stops being important to me, my memory gets a little fuzz - wait. Who are you?"

• "Follow the bouncing ball [signals with his fingers]: not-my-problem"

• "Thoughts of me? Hey, I get it. Sometimes I'm up all night, just thinkin' about myself."

• [Veronica asks if he has spoken to Dick] "Yeah, but it was brief - shouted his name, flipped me off: the bonds of friendship."

• Clif- They have set your court date. A month from today. Logan- Whatever will I wear?

• [In response to "You're gonna die"] "Yeah, [smirks] someday."

• [To Deputy Sachs, who has come to tell him that Sheriff Lamb "would like a word"] "If I'm under arrest, then do me the courtesy of making it all official-like."

I don't know. Sounds pretty cool to me. This bad boy of the television series was also portrayed as having a pretty amazing sense of humor - one that I could relate to. Maybe it had something to do with the hint of sarcasm... (Hmm.. I'm starting to think that they might have written his character based on a real life person. I should probably track him down.)

But he's pretty messed up though. Father: murderer, abuser, and pervert, murdered by the order of his best friend. Mother: jumped off a bridge. Sister: wants to be in the limelight. Girlfriend record: first one killed by his father, second one almost got killed by his father and have serious psychotic trust issues (she couldn't trust him to save his life). He's what you call a girl's father's worst nightmare. I'm sure if I start seeing a guy with that kind of background, my dad would get a restraining order.

It's funny though that while I'm thinking about it, I got reminded of last week's The Bachelorette on ABC. Jillian (this season's bachelorette) have said that to find the right person you have to have been heartbroken before. Well, you see, Jillian. I have a problem with your theory. It seems a bit... faulty. If your theory is right. I should be marrying prince charming right about now.

Sorry. I kinda got sidetracked. One thing though. Out of the distorted yet cool portrayal of Logan Echolls, the many facets are dimmed by the fact that he'll do anything for the woman he loves - although most of the times, she does not deserve his affections due to the aforementioned psychotic trust issues.

He's also surprisingly very patient with his very difficult-to-understand girlfriend. Some of the cute and sweet things he said:

Dick Casablancas: Dude, what the hell are you doing? Please tell me this is some new reality show called 'My Skank'.
Logan Echolls: Goodbye, Dick.
Dick Casablancas: What?
Logan Echolls: Get out of my house. You have a problem with Veronica, you leave. Actually, you have a problem with Veronica, you're pretty much dead to me, so just, like, evaporate or something, I don't know. That's kind of a general invitation. If you don't like my girlfriend, then... just start heading towards the rectangle with the knob.

Veronica Mars: You didn't know what would happen.
Logan Echolls: I'm the one who's responsible for what happened to you. And I can't take that I hurt you like that. I can't take that i hurt you when all I wanna do is protect you.
[Veronica kisses him]
Logan Echolls: I want you to trust me.
Veronica Mars: ...I do.

Veronica: So what are you like now?
Logan: You know, tortured... ever since I got my heart broken.
Veronica: Hannah really did a number on you, huh?
Logan: Come on, you know I'm not talking about Hannah. I thought our story was epic, you know, you and me.
Veronica: Epic how?
Logan: Spanning years and continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed. EPIC. But summer's almost here, and we won't see each other at all. And then you leave town... and then it's over.
Veronica: Logan...
Logan: I'm sorry about last summer. You know, if I could do it over...
Veronica: Come on. Ruined lives? Bloodshed? You really think a relationship should be that hard?
Logan: No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.

Logan Echolls: Here, a bonus birthday gift.
Veronica Mars: You got me a bow? A bow! How did you guess?
Logan Echolls: Open it smarty pants. Veronica: Your room key? What if I drop in unexpectedly? The other girls will have to - [makes vamoose gesture]
Logan: But you know there's no one else. I only want you. You ought to know that by now. [pause]
Logan: What, no quip?

"You know who I am. And you're constantly expecting me to change. [she looks at him dumbfounded] And even right now as you're thinking, "Crap, he's got a point," you still think you're ultimately right. I love you Veronica. I love you. [after no response] Do you love me?"


I guess if they ever come up with a movie or another season to conclude Veronica Mars' story, I would love to see her end up with Logan. It's just.... EPIC. Oh wow. I think this blog could really sound like I'm going crazy. Maybe I am. I'm just waiting for my Logan Echolls to come along... It's crazy right? but it's an adventure nevertheless.

Rantings and Ravings of a Friend

Dear friend's significant other,

I have friends with boyfriends. And, contrary to popular beliefs, I have no problem with that at all. The thing that enrage me is when my friend's significant other does not acknowledge my existence at all. I know you are dating my friend, but that doesn't mean that I don't exist. I have opinions, wants, and emotions.

As a lot of my close companions would say, I can be a pretty scary person, especially if you don't know me. However, I am not cruel. If we all are hanging out together and you wanted some coffee, and if you communicated with the rest of the group, I have no problem with it and would definitely say yes and that it's not a problem.

I have a problem when we are all hanging out together and you decide to do your own thing without consulting the group. And then it affects people in the group and you're completely oblivious to that. I hate the fact that, to you, I am not important and you act like I don't exist. I know you are dating my friend (and not me), but I think I deserve at least a small amount of your recognition.

Honestly, I don't expect you to do something I don't expect of myself. When you are around and I'm making coffee, I make more than just one cup of coffee. I don't do that out of the kindness of my heart. Trust me, I'm not nice. I do that because you are there, hanging out with my friend. I respect you and I acknowledge you as being a part of my friend's life. It would be very preferable if you could respect me and acknowledge me as being a part of my friend's life.

Please don't be surprised if I'm not too excited to see you. At least I'm not inflicting pain upon your life. Yet.

Sincerely yours,

A scorned me