I Am Buraot

February 28, 2001. That was eight years ago. The 16 hour flight from Manila was uneventful. I was traveling with my brother, my sister and her son.

They were all excited, eager to see what the land of milk and honey could bring. Hopeful and quite optimistic for a new and better life in America.

They all were ecstatic. I wasn’t.

Ever since we had the news that our immigration papers were approved, contrary to what everybody felt, I was shattered. It was as if my life ended. Suspended was the more appropriate term. Yes I was waiting for this to come, but that was when I still don’t have kids.

Life in the Philippines was getting harder everyday. So an opportunity like this one is definitely hard to resist. And it was even harder for me. My kids are growing up, they needed more, I needed to provide more, and I needed to secure their future. A better opportunity is now at hand, at least for my kids, so I needed to go. That was the simple economic truth. Continue Reading…

What is Entrecard?

Entrecard is a very powerful networking tool for bloggers. It brings a lot of traffic to your site through their portal. Once a member, you will be asked to provide your own site’s 125 x 125 banner (they can help you build one too) that you will also use as your “business card”.

It is a nice way to market your own site by placing your ads at another site using “credits” instead of real currency.  These credits can be bought or earned. To earn such credits, you could either drop your business card at somebody else’s site that shows the entrecard widget, or if an entrecard member drops their card on you. Continue Reading…

February 25…. I was a tank.

With armored skin no bullet can ever pass through, I faced them. Them people I so loved. Them people who so loved me. Them people I so cherished and vowed to protect. Them people who were the reasons for my cold, pathetic and egotistical existence.

Yea, I faced them. But not in the usual way. Instead of facing the battlefield together, with them on my side, I now confront them. One by one.. piece by piece… body by body.. mind by mind… soul by soul… heart by heart.

I can’t dare move myself away from where I lie. Continue Reading…

The sea was calm, the wind was soft. Like a feather gently putting its lips on my weary brows, it slowly eases away the frown that was permanently etched on my face.

My world was quiet enough to let me savor my being alone. Like it knew that I had come from a far-away weary and dreaded place, giving me a chance to recuperate from my recent battle with the unknown.

For some reason, an unknown particle had collided with my war-torn self. And even the best team of doctors couldn’t quite figure out what it is. Leaving me no clue as to what it was, only the certainty of a whole load of bills to pay. Continue Reading…

It was too late to head back. Curiosity, excitement, whatever it is, I knew I had to see it. I hesitantly took it on my hands that for some reason were starting to tremble with anxiety….  I flipped through its seemingly fresh seams of paper.

While my eyes were scanning the wholeness of its recently published pages, I realized that my heart was slowly bleeding itself to death. The words that I was reading were directly piercing and slashing themselves through me.

Sharp enough to pass straight through my eyes and directly chipped away my heart into tiny bits of pieces. Continue Reading…

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Aren’t you tired of some entrecard credit generators out there that is not worth your time? Like when you try to click those drop batches, all you get is a bunch of sites that are either splogs, sites with no entrecard widget, or are led to sites that were already excluded in the entrecard system at all?

Introducing BURAOT’s Entredropper Entrecard generator….. Continue Reading…

I thought my I was done. My soul searching, my search for answers. I thought I was good enough. My experiences, my life skills. I thought I was wise enough. Been there, done that.

As always, I was wrong….

Years ago, I thought I have seen my soul. But now, poking through my own life, gazing through my very limited self, what I thought was my soul, to which I had seen countless times, was actually not the one I was hoping to see.

It was just the very shadow of  it. It was just a review of what I had become, and certainly not a glimpse of what would become of me. A shadow of my own self. Continue Reading…