I Am Buraot

The moon was one of my favorite heavenly bodies. Every night driving to work, every chance I get, I wouldn’t miss taking a glimpse of her. She is one of my prime energy sources. Looking at her from a distance makes me feel confident and full.

Every single time….

The night owl, the night creature, the inner vampire in me just had this thing with the moon. This special bond will always be there. A pint of blood and I guess I’ll be a full-blooded vampire or perhaps a werewolf. I might even be a hybrid.

Too bad I missed that night’s event, when the earth’s gloom overshadowed that of the sunlight’s reflection off the surface of the moon. That was another total eclipse. It should have given me with so much energy that I don’t have to scour the earth endlessly for a month. Continue Reading…

I was so relieved when the plane landed.

After more than sixteen hours on the plane and a six-hour layover in Seoul, I was very much ready for a bed. Without much legroom to find on economy class, I think my arthritis had gotten worse.

I wondered if somehow I could fly first class next time. Yeah right, I said to myself.

The plane was still moving but the passengers were already off their feet, scrambling for the overhead cabins to retrieve their carry-ons, they couldn’t wait to get off. I would like to join the ruckus myself, if only for the other passenger next to me who was blocking my way. He was still dozing off. I don’t want to be rude and wake him up just yet. He was sleeping the whole time I guess he was so tired and didn’t know sleep ‘til he found this flight.

For sure he wouldn’t know the difference if ever our pilot decided to land on Mars. Continue Reading…

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…