The Black Pearl.

Hail, ho, and a bottle of rum! To Captain Jack Sparrow!

As Mel mentioned- Jack Sparrow is absolutely irritating. And yet, still totally cool. We like him.

There was a point of time in Friendster that I had Pirates of the Carribean down as 'favourite movie'. (gee now that I'm checking, it is actually still there.) A few years after I'd written that, I looked back and wondered why, because it seems to be neither a classic nor an epic. And then I'd decided that it was because of the dog and the keys, on top of the beautiful, fiesty keira knightley and of course. Orlando Bloom. :)

I seem to be growing up though. I prefer Johnny Depp to Orlando Bloom this time round. Ugh.

Well, after watching Dead Man's Chest tonight, it all came back to me. I can't pinpoint the exact reason why it'll be one of my favourite movies of all time. But a few, probably, like the dog and his keys (set free this time!), inevitably time-transporting me back to my childhood moments in Tokyo Disneyland and that scene of a few pirates coaxing the dog to give them his keys. I vividly remember it appearing right after the boat would plunge down a short waterfall when we'd be busily drying ourselves from the splashing water and getting over the short adrenaline rush. I often wonder if the ride still exists. Apart from the reminiscence, it was all in all awesome. I relished the cinematic experience...notwithstanding slight distractions from the spine-tingling Hans Zimmer compositions sometimes.

P.S. Walt Disney Pictures has changed its opening.. er.. whatchamacallthat... trailer? Introductory scene? It used to be just that colourful little 2-D picture of a castle, but now, it's a full on 3-D bird's eye view of the castle. It's beautiful but I sort of like the old one. >.<

Luf and Eeming had gone bridesmaid dress-shopping yesterday. Is it a tinge of longing for what I've left behind in Melbourne that makes me feel just that little pang of envy? Yet on the other hand, I don't feel too much about missing out on what they have- after all, I have one of the Wong Clan here, missing out with me. (now is that selfishness or what.) But to be reminded yet again, that I have indeed left that life and unavoidably, some of the friendships, across the Indian Ocean, is once more an awakening of the senses all at once bitter, sweet, five-spiced.