I Am Buraot

I decided to leave work early. Being a night owl myself, I work graveyards. But today I can’t wait ’til seven in the morning.

I don’t feel sick. I just kinda feel like I was in a trance due to fatigue. My mind was like in auto mode. Everything I see looked like it was hazy and wrapped in cold water-carrying clouds.

My body was so stiffed I thought this must be how it feels when you get injected with formaldehyde. I guess if somebody asks me a question, my only reply would be, “say whaaat?”. Continue Reading…

I came from the realms of the undead.

I am still conscious of my being, but just can’t seem to move, say anything nor do anything. I haven’t seen the brightness of day for quite sometime.

Personally displacing myself from the sunny south, I had come to a chilly state, a welcoming and albeit a refreshing change of environment.

But roaming the new city every night, night after night, took whatever strength I had left in my decaying corpse.

Each morning, just when I’m about to glimpse the very first ray of the mighty sun, I could feel my very own weakness. Such a pathetic vulnerability. It was my personal cue to head back to my conveniently unmarked desolate crypt in the northwest. Continue Reading…

It used to be so simple. I always dreamed of a life that is devoid of all complexities.

Having a very colorful but complicated life as a young adult, I have had more experiences than the average dude that I think those would be more than enough to reminisce about when and if I decided to settle down.

Too many relationships, none serious. Too many parties, not enough nights. Too much alcohol, so little common sense. It was too fast, too little time kind of way. The kind of sex-drugs-and-rock-and-roll type of life.

So it was hard to picture my settled down life quite differently from my life as a bachelor in a big city. Continue Reading…

In a world of gathering hate and intolerable differences, a world divided by race, culture, religions, dogmas and political beliefs, a world full of immeasurable wealth controlled by a few, a world full of industries with insatiable thirst for energy with utter disregard to its consequential effect, despite all these, we can never lose hope.

As I try to read over and over Martin Luther King’s famous speech, I can feel the pains of the struggle of the black people for racial equality and freedom. And despite this continuing struggle in a sea of hate and despair, people like MLK still managed to take the moral high ground and overcame hate. Continue Reading…

After two years in absentia, I finally saw her again.  But not without a little regret.

It was a sunny afternoon the day I arrived. The first step that I took off that old bus and on to the dirt road in front of our country house made my impulses beat unusually faster. The excitement and the anticipation that I felt made that day somehow more humid.

There was our main gate, with its same old dark green paint now chipped and almost rusty.

Directly behind it I saw a familiar face. Continue Reading…

Looking from the inside of my comfortable hotel room, I could sense the North American winter cold. I gazed at a few snowflakes stacked in the window pane and tried to imagine a million different kinds.

I couldn’t quite place where the west meets the east. Except perhaps that I do know that it is daytime, I couldn’t see where the sun was.

I decidedly went out the balcony to enjoy the skyline and lit a cigar. On the roof of the next building I saw a lone bird sitting on top of what looked like a mechanized chimney. I thought it was a bit funny because most birds do hang out together. I guess this one’s a loner.

Being a night owl myself, I hate the desert heat but I do welcome the winter cold. But not the winter freeze. So my coming here in Vancouver on perhaps the coldest time of the year was both a relief and a curse. Continue Reading…

Over the past year, there had been lots of arguments over at the blogosphere. Arguments made by and against bloggers and commenters. Bloggers against bloggers. From issues as lame as a grammatical error to as grand as cleaning up the entire blogosphere.

Personally, I always believe in the constructive nature of arguments. It’s like adding salt and pepper to get that bland flavor a little more taste. It’s a simple science experiment where you let your thesis clash with an anti-thesis to get your synthesis. After all, at the end of an argument lies a more solid foundation for a new and better idea.

At least that was the supposed initial output. Continue Reading…