It is I... Dark Lord

Welcome to the wrath of the Obertians! The time is near. We will now dominate the earth and annihilate all humankind. We will propagate pestilence. Plagues will be everywhere. Prepare to meet thy doom. No more riches but widespread agony. No more happiness but neverending misery. No more love but abhorrence. And I... will be king! Life will now be ephemeral since I will soon be the epitome of boundless existence. Come now on your knees and plead to suffer the eternal melancholy. I am your messiah! Bwahahaha (echoing uncle Scar's devilish laugh while Jeremy Irons' fatal glare backdrops the scene)!!!

Scary, huh. Not really much a blasphemy nor being agnostic but this is only what I get from reading Dan Brown and Jessica Zafra's books plus watching the only movies that pull me up to enter the moviehouses which should have the following requirements: (1) serial killers, (2) bloody killings, (3) good against evil battle, (4) adrenalin-stirring chase of ghouls to its prey and (5) Kris Aquino crying in the scene with fake tears falling from the lateral side of the face to break up the monotony so I can die laughing.

This is only what my new blogskin suggests. If the picture speaks, this is what it says. My blog is now dressed-up with a newly-edited fresh-from-the-oven skin which depicts more of my personality than the previous one which used to have a freaking connotation of a boy-next-door type of an owner. So coquettish. Ugh! This, I believe is the more apt description of me being an evil wolf inside a sheepskin. Thanks to my Adobe Photoshop and Microsoft FrontPage (all pirated worth P40 each) alongside Eddie Vedder's howling voice while singing "Last Kiss" as I was conceptualizing my new skin. Ironically, Nina's "I Don't Wanna be Your Friend" also contributed inspiration why I came up with such design, hahaha.

Obertianism is flourishing again after ages of hibernation. Kudos!

November Born Personality

I received this personality description of November born like me from email (thru my friend San), and I was quite appalled and mesmerized for exactly 0.56 microsecond that everything is true although one is actually a big LIE. I'm not romantic. I wish I am but I hardly can. Anyhow, read on if you want to know me further and this is perfectly me!

NOVEMBER:
Has a lot of ideas.
Difficult to fathom.Thinks forward.
Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas.
Sharp thinking.
Fine and strong clairvoyance.
Can become good doctors.
Dynamic in personality.
Secretive.
Inquisitive.
Knows how to dig secrets.
Always thinking.
Less talkative but amiable.
Brave and generous.
Patient.
Stubborn and hard-hearted.
If there is a will, there is a way.
Determined. Never give up.
Hardly becomes angry unless provoked.
Loves to be alone.
Thinks differently from others.
Sharp-minded.
Motivates oneself.
Does not appreciates praises.
High-spirited.
Well-built and tough.
Deep love and emotions.
Romantic.
Uncertain in relationships.
Homely.
Hardworking.
High abilities.
Trustworthy.
Honest and keeps secrets.
Not able to control emotions.
Unpredictable.

I wonder why it didn't show here that I am friendly and an extrovert. Am I not? :o)

Breaking Me In Two

God, it's 4:09am and I am still awake. This is the adverse effect of working in a graveyard shift. I looked for things to keep myself busy but all I can do is to sit here in front of my PC and scribble thoughts to written words. I can't sleep and I won't sleep, either. Why? My heart is breaking me up in two. At this point in time that I am writing this, my friends are enjoying the night (with the fruit of the pay day, of course) chanting along with the reggae beat in Timog Ave, where I am supposed to be with. I now visualize Melch and Francis tossing up cider drinks while boy-hopping along the bar with guys wearing shirt printed with cannavis sativa on it. And Macy, oh I hear her now yakking "No Woman, No Cry" in a Bjork's singing voice, hehehe. Kay is silently pulling down the pants of a guy in the corner while smoking pot... in her thoughts :o). And Neil, oh the Neil who is every woman's dream to wed and bed is now cracking up a new Jologs quiz: "What is the name of Juan Rodrigo's character in Mara Clara?" to a newfound girl in the dark corner of the bar. Girl slaps her, oh yeah... in the butt! I wonder if Mark Lester is also with them. Above all, I've been thinking of them the whole night. It must really be fun. And I'm not there, huhuhu. How I'd wish I can suddenly pop-off here thru a warp zone and join the fun. I miss these guys since I was already transferred to graveyard.


Where am I right now? I am in the middle of my pitch-black room as only my monitor lits up the dark while lying in my bed is my girlfriend hybernating. Of course, I am more than glad to be with her for the night. With pride to see her carry our child in her womb (I can't do that, dummy). But what breaks my heart in two is to think that my friends are all there enjoying the night and I am here in the dark clicking my keyboard while sipping tap water.


I'd better go to sleep now.

What Movies To Watch, I Think

Two of the newest DVD movies I bought recently which caught my eyes while rummaging at a video store in SM Megamall. Along with these two is "Killing Fields" which I last saw when I was still in gradeschool. The only thing I remember in that movie now is John Lennon's "Imagine" (strangely, I don't remember the plot anymore). But before reaching the cashier who was gnawing bubble-gum at that time like a goat in a famish, I dropped it because of the synopsis which I find very disturbing. More astonishing was when I already watched the other two movies left in my hands to be purchased, they are more disturbing than what I thought. The following are:

C A R A N D I R U

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One of the most-sought movies I have been eyeing in the video stores. This is another disturbing and uncanny flick, as I can term it, from an official selection of 2003 Cannes International Film Festival after Steven Spielberg's adaptation of liquidation of Jews in Schindler's List. The first few parts of the movie is quite stiff and nothing more extraordinary to most of the movie buffs. It's some sort of a Carlo Caparas-like elucidation of all main characters' individual tragic narration of how-we-got-into-prison stories. Very Pinoy style on how to bore viewers. Worse is, it is dreadfully a predictable plot of blunt social relevance with which you're always perfectly right on your estimation on what's next in the succeeding frames. The only fine craft I admire in this movie is that the actors are meticulously chosen to give justice to the characters they have portrayed. Well-rehearsed lines and superb acting prowess all combined to one. One of my most favorite characters among all the inmates is Highness, who depicts an annoyingly dogmatic idea of his chauvinistic side of how to pick and treat women and I love his transformation to an ambivalent lover whose heart broke into two - a Don Juan de Marco inside the prison cell? The story itself is a common sight which we have seen in a lot of movies about prisoners, but the denouement is what this film detaches itself from all the rest. Short but sweet, everything ends in a bloody death of more than a thousand inmates which is a memory of the massive carnage spearheaded by Amon Goeth. Recommended to watch when cable TV has ran out of movies for the day.

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M Y S T I C R I V E R

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Another jaw-dropping, mesmerizing performance of a movie-god Sean Penn. His tear-jerking scene of that remarkable line "is mah daughter in there? is that mah daughter in theeere? oh God, noooo!" Yeah, oh God, how you forgot to breathe after that cut seeing Sean Penn in a standing-ovation-required performance. I was wondering why didn't Clint Eastwood insert that situation in Sean's I Am Sam acting feat of an MR cum obsessive-compulsive father who fights for custody of his only daughter. Wonder how a mentally retardate father screams like that? And adding Emmie Rossum lying in her limp body covered with mud and dried leaves while "That's All I Ask of You" soundtrack is being played supplementing the unrivaled wailing act of Mr. Penn. Whoah, that is very Oscar-award engaging. Anyway, I don't seem to understand why the author of this story needs to inject the past haunting incident of character Dave. What's that for? To desperately drive Tim Robbins win the best supporting actor award? Okay fine, he did (applause, applause). But with that initial premise, would you still suspect character Dave to be the villain of the criminal-hunting story? No you won't, because you already knew ahead of time that his case is already justified by mental disturbance. Evidently, you will opt to suspect other characters in the movie who is capable of killing Christine, err, Katie Markum. Think of a wildcard in the movie like the police inspector himself. The motive: he wants to be promoted by fabricating his own solved murder case. Why not the mother of Katie's boyfriend? Motive: she had eavesdropped Katie and her boyfriend's plan to elope and killing Katie is the best way to stop her son from leaving his family. Or why won't you think of Sean Penn's aide in his grocery store? The director's motive: to drastically confuse the audience of thinking if they are watching a sequel of I Still Know What You Did Last Summer. It's gonna sweep all the awards, I bet you.

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A Poetry I Have Written

AN INVITATION TO DEATH
by Norberto E. Reyes, III

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I will take you
If you want to fly with me
In my world... an abyss where
My mudcastle prickly ripened with
Glasswall gingerbreads,
Roofened with vulture heads.
Let us snorkel down under
And swim about with my clouds of
Thick parsley and thorned toffee.
Should you mall and roam around
With my Abbey Road of epee posts
In shimmering and glimmering lights
Of blue flame fire in every head of my knights
Stood by side by side
Each hand fervently held
Blood-dried headless bodies of them...
Wolfgang, Ludwig Von and Sebastien
Thunderous roar of voices ahead.
Stay away, keep hold of the key withheld
Yet, swallow the first nightingale that fled
Buonarotti, Picasso and Van Gogh's head.
I'll let you walk over my dungeonful of seas
Where Montague's Capulet swims unclothed
In her head is the axe I plunged in
Mussels in her mouth I compelled to sing
A house you'll see I built in cobs and needles
DO NOT unveil the door, M'sieur, I warn
For there lies my closet full of damn yarns
Psychedelic hues of magentas and blues
And the book no living head has read
The story of sex, rebellion and vengeance
Amongst the rotten volcanoes there hides,
Whomsoever unchains each dies...
Of ruthless death...
Unbearable wrath...
The phenomenon stay let damn covered
For the doom of this world's millennium
Falls to ashes, burns to ruins
Pillars of my Parthenon them sings
Cometh to me my friend, let's fly
The fangs of my nimbus now unties
Soar high - but touch nothing - for you die
Ask nothing - for I lie
Lest,
You'll witness the enigma of where I dwell
Where everything is mine, I own the hell
But the devil is not I but
The divine angel that hides
Come...
Just close your eyes and take my hand
The fare is but your blood in my sand
"Gulp!"

My First Post... Ever!

I actually don't know what to do with this so I will just type this one just to fill up the page, hopefully before the day ends.