You're in love with me. What a strange thing to do. What a brave place to be.

So? What are you folks doing this weekend?

Friday comes around again. I've been sick all week: cough-y, scratchy throat, sniffling, runny nose, and slosh-y head – the whole cha-bang.

Verdict? I got a cold.

A cold?? In this 100+ degree weather???

I would seriously suspect me to be on some super-crack had I not known that I do not do crack. I blame my mother, for she is a hippy chick and I am a hippy child. Crack may came through genetically. My father may have something to do with it, but as far as I know, my father is only a periodic alchy.

We could also go with the normal excuse. My dad took the nurse out for lunch while my mom was in labor. My mother tried to find him and fell off the bed, tummy down. And that's why I'm six quarters shy of a dollar.

What? A dollar only has 4 quarters?? I've never heard of anything so irrational!!

God, I can't breathe. I got stuffy nose. Is there a vacuum thing that I can stick in my nose and have it sucks everything out, brain and all? Okay! That's disgusting. I blame the television spots for Pulse and The Descent. The commercials left me disturbing mental images. I'm delirious.

It must be the cold medication.

Would a horse be considered heavy machinery? The cold medicine said I should not operate heavy machinery. Mister Warlock, who is quite HUGE - his back is higher than my head, stepped on my foot yesterday. I moved quick, but not quick enough. Nothing is broken but it's turning into a nice blu-ish-green bruise. The monkey didn't mean to hurt me or anything. He was just trying to push me out of the way so he can get to the neighbor lawn. I could blame it on the neighbor grassy green lawn, but it was too pretty to be blamed upon. So, I'll blame my foot for getting in the Mister's way. Yes, that and the cold medication for the no heavy machinery bit.

I feel like I should be in love. Or something.

I just figured out recently that the minute I put my hand on a Fantasy, I tainted it with Reality, thus, turning it into an Imperfect Fantasy.

And who'd want a Fantasy that is not perfect. It seems pointless, isn't it?

Oh well, just a thought, you know? Beats counting stupid sheep. Talk about sheep, I want to sleep. I'm so sleepy. Oh, how I longed to be in my comfy-comfy bed.
Sleep. It's a new black.

Gorram cold medicine!

1, 2, the headlines rolled through. 3, 4 Horsemen at your door. Apocalypse now!

If this heat lingers,
I'm afraid I will wilted,
And die...
A horrific mummified death.

OMFG!!! It's so gorram HOT! [And I definitely don't mean it in a Paris Hilton's way.]

Oh, the heat!!
**flails a la Elizabeth Swann mode**

I don't know what love is but I think I had it.

Tuesday is one of those day that just kind of there, wedges in between Monday, the most dreadful day for a nine-to-five workers, and Wednesday, the hump – it's going to be down hill from this point – day.

Anyway, I woke up today, thinking...Man! It feels like Fiesta Tuesday!!

I think part of it was the weather. It's not the usual summer heat, the rain on Monday kind of threw my summer out of whack. I like it. Hmm...I wonder if I have any of those wonderful grapes Smurfy-noff drinky in the fridge. I'm feeling ZEN.

I love my bed in the morning. My bed at night is, like, the place where I put my head on the pillow and sleep. But in the morning, that moment in time between the first alarm and the next few snoozes is Heaven...so soft, so comfortable, so alluring. I don't want to go to bed at night and I don't want to be parted from it in the morning.

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I feel the air is shifting, something wicked this way comes. [And by wicked, I mean superlative. The good kind of Awesome!!-wickedness.]

Drink up me hearty, yo ho!

WARNING: MANY SPOILERS WITHIN!!



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I walked out of the theater, and the first thing that came out of my mouth was "That was very disappointing."

I take it back.

After a long 3 years wait, PotC:2 finally hit the theater. I expected the world, the father of all adventurous tales ever told. PotC:1 was perfect in every way. The fact that I still think that, would suggest that the second movie is less favorable amoung the two. Was it bad? No, it just wasn't as good. In such way, yes, it was disappointing. But would I see it again? Abso-fucking-lutely!!

It was delightful and extremely funny.

The running jokes from the first movie made my breath hitched. The breaking of the candleholder made me rolled my eyes for the sheer lameness, yet I laughed, nonetheless. The jailers whistling at Elizabeth caught me off guard in a funny-weird not a funny-haha way. Jack and his "Why is the rum gone" were followed by "why is the rum always gone". It was funny the first time, predictable yet expected on the second round. Singapore is getting curiouser and curiouser. "Hello poppet" was still cute and I snickered at the sea-turtles response from Will. Will got slapped by the two wenches at Tortuga was a Kodak moment. I laughed out loud at the recurring eunuch joke.

Click, click. Balls. Licky licky. Eunuch. Snip, snip!!
HAHAHAHA!!!!!!1

The sudden momentary gross imagery of certain scenes made me wonder how many kids walked out of the theaters - developing a certain paranoia toward big black birds and a few species of shellfish – scared for life.

The opening scene was a big cartwheel of OMGWTF! The rain. The teacup. The statuette wet lump of Elizabride. I was completely annoyed by the time the movie flashback to the bit when the wedding was raided by Lord What's his face. Where is my Norrington? Why is my Norri-poo not here? He's in the movie. I've seen pictures. I've seen the trailer. What did you do to my Norrilove? And both Elizabeth and Will were supposedly arrested, yet why is the Bridezabeth sat, soaked in the sodding rain. Whoop! Whoop! Give me an EH?!!

Tortuga felt more grand, full of excitements, in the first movie. What I remembered of Dead Man's Tortuga was the tavern fight and the pigpen. Norrington was there. Hooray for Norri's screen time. He was drunk. He was adorable looking all piracy and stuff!
The swinging human-bone cage balls. I ♥ The Swinging Human-Bone Cage Balls. I want one in my bedroom!!
Bar-B-Q! Bounce. Bounce. Fruit salad Bar-B-Q!!!!111 Hahaha!!!!11
The threesome sword fight tickled my organs that could only be explained behind closed doors.

Why is the monkey remained undead?

Orlando Bloom turned to a stranger I never knew. Neither The Elf or The Will Turner. Who is this little boy all grown up playing Master Commander to the Black Pearl?

Jack's staggering turns annoying at times. Oh, out with it. Would you just get to the point? Though, maybe that is the point. Johnny Depp's Sparrow feels redundant, swaggers swaggers sways sways, yet I cannot get enough. Jack is neither a good man nor a bad man. Jack is only but a surviving man. You'll never know what he is going to do. And when he does it – predictable as it may – it still surprises you.

Elizabeth is TEH MAN!!!!!!1 Keira Knightley is more manly than both Jack and Will combined. Elizabeth's tantrum on the sandbar was classic. "No!" is the new black.

Tom Hollander's Lord what's-his-face is love! I'm beginning to accept my powder-wig fetish. I blamed the vanilla icecream cone kink.

The Tia was great. Tia was perfect and pretty, even with her dirty mouth and her un-understandable accent – which was also annoying because I'm trying to follow the dialogue, you see? Nevertheless, Tia was magnificent!

Davie Jones is one big woobie love. The pop pop of his mouth is muchly adored. I want to marry his upper lip.

Norrington! O my commodore-turns-pirate Norrington. No more powder-wig for the sexy Norri-poo. James now decorated with his manly scruffy look. Bloody pirate, he is. I am falling head over heel.

Jack and Elizabeth moment was rather entertaining in the Black Pearl. Jack and Elizabeth moment was rather disturbing in the Dead Man's.

Jack and Tia moment was nothing short of magical!

"This is a jar of dirt."
"Yes"
"This jar of dirt is going to help?"
"If you don’t want it, give it back."
"NO!"
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WHOOP! WHOOP!!

It's a shame to say Will and Elizabeth has no sparks. Come to think of it, I don't remember Will having any sparks with any one, period. He is pretty, though. Will shines all by himself. Sparky. Sparky.

Although, I did see an Elizabeth and Pirate Norrington moment. They shall make many pretty pirate babies.

I am sad that many of the Pearl's crewmembers did not come back. I do miss Anamarie and that big burly – but hot – bad boy.

Barbossa is back!! Barbossa is back!!! Give me a Whoop! Whoop!!

I did not notice the necklace Tia was wearing and certainly did not see the likeliness of the said necklace to the one of Davie Jones. I didn't notice Barbossa's legs and boots in Tia's home where the monkey jumped off to and I certainly did not notice that it was Barbosa's hat that Jack picked up a few minutes earlier.

It was very unsatisfying when I was handed the "to be continue" ending. I was expecting some sort of closure. A possibility of a new chapter, yes. An out right blasphemy of a cliff hanger, no. I thought I signed up for 3 story lines, not 2: one 2-hour long and the other 4-hour.

Dead Man's Chest could have been bigger and brighter. Though it has many spurs of funny moments, I find the plot a little on the weak side and the movie as a whole not as exciting as the Black Pearl. Dead Man's Curse may not be as perfect in every way as the Black Pearl, I will have to say that I do find it funnier.

Is it time for the Third, yet?

Somebody is going to emergency. Somebody is going to jail.

WARNING: This entry is dark and dooming!

You know, I would be the first person to jump on the Express Yourself Bandwagon. I believe in the freedom of speech and expression as much as the next guy but come on, give your thoughts some editing!

People have different opinions. I understand that.
Communication is the key to understanding. I also understand that.
People should just say how they feel. Okay.

In theory, it's foolproof. In reality, I’m having trouble.

I was taught that there is a time and a place for any action. I also was taught that in the matter of differences of opinion, I should be subtle be crafty, if you will when expressing my views. And I should always try my best to see the world from the opponent point of view. Be delicate to other peoples feelings and be respectful.

Call me fucked up but I was taught to never show my contempt in public. My mother would tell you that I’m doing a terrible job. She says that my face cannot hide anything.

I agree with her.

Now, maybe talk it out would work for most people, unfortunately, I’m in that minority group where it does not apply. I am not comfortable telling people my problems and make them the worlds trouble. Of course, I understand that sometimes I need help solving my crisis. Of course, I know that I do not live alone. Of course, sometimes I require help from friends. But I am not about to have the world solve ALL my problems big and small. Maybe I’m stupid for not thinking that way.

I have tried. And it was a lost battle. I am swimming among sharks major league debaters.

I have opened up. I have stomped my feet. I have been pouting. I have done everything to the best of all abilities that I know how to show the world when I am not happy.

The think it, say it population still could not see my agitation.
The crafty and subtle crowd thinks I am rude and inconsiderate.

Meanwhile, I’m stuck on a threshold between not restrained enough and not communicative enough. I’m neither here or there.

Worst part is neither here or there is me. I’m trying to be someone I am not and I’m not comfortable with it. I kept telling myself that it is for the better, I am changing for the better. I am changing to be a better person.

If this is what life is supposed to be, I signed up for the wrong program obviously. Being a better person is destroying me. I just want to be me. Can you just like me for being myself?

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Next post will be more enjoyable, I promise. Maybe, we can talk Dead Man's Chest?