I Am Buraot

It was as hot as the hottest summer, the air was dry and the atmosphere humid. The ceiling fan stood motionless, as I was, having spent its own usefulness probably eons ago.

The only air you can find was being sucked by the unseen but chugging noisy exhaust in the corner of the room. I guess that helps, taking some of the heat out.

I just wished it could also take the raging fire out of my belly.

I soon realized I was having lunch in the middle of nowhere. It was a cheap and dingy restaurant that reminded me of those small Chinese places I used to frequently go some previous lives ago. The place was obviously run by thieves and scums. Believe me, I know scums when I see one. I can even smell one. Yeah, they have that distinct smell. Continue Reading…

All the family members were already there. Brothers and sisters from across the seas, distant cousins from distant lands. I was the last to arrive.

It reminded me that indeed, I was the last one she gave birth to.

I immediately went up the house and looked for her, and now what used to be her. The lines on her face seem oddly different from the last time I saw her. I stare at the face but I don’t see her.

Somehow I knew it’s Mama but my mind can’t seem to comprehend if she’s really there. Or was it  just somebody else trying to be her? Still, beneath those empty glass lies somebody else who oddly looked like my Mama. Continue Reading…

My knees wobbled while I stare blankly into the unknown.

I cannot see the stars, only the remnants of them as they were being spewed out of the outer confines of this black hole.

And the dread itself is dragging me into it, sucking my body and soul slowly but rather harder than my local gravity can pull me back to where I lie my balance.

Never had I felt so powerless than how I feel today.

I got the news a couple nights ago.  But my mind wasn’t ready yet to process the information received but instead it set itself into a mode of hibernation. Nothing serious, and everything is as it should be. I just had to keep myself busy. Everything was alright. The sun still shines and the earth is still off its axis.

Then all of a sudden, my knees weaken. Continue Reading…

I grew up traveling, never staying in one place too long.

Being with parents whose work leads them from one place to the next, I practically grew up on the streets. And there’s only one way you can survive there.

You have to adapt. You have to learn the art of transforming yourself to different sets of pieces. Each mutating part easily retractable at will.

They say a kid should always have a home whose land he could grow his roots on. A solid ground that would become the foundation to make his bearings firm. And a kid who never had a permanent home or a place he could call one would always end up becoming a traveler all his life. Continue Reading…

A massive 9.0 magnitude earthquake hits Japan March 11, 2011 and caused an unprecedented tsunami. Having a few family members currently living in Japan, I was carefully monitoring the events all night.

With an earthquake that powerful, I’m certain the tsunami that would follow would be huge, but I never realized it fully until I saw it. When I did see it online, it was unimaginable. I was shaking my head with its monstrosity. It was surreal.

In one footage I  saw a guy standing on top of a trailer truck, both his hands on his waist looking outwardly towards the oncoming giant wave carrying mixed debris of ships, houses, cars, and i think…  people. Continue Reading…

The more I looked upon this blank piece of molten clay, the more I try to figure what to come up with it. I was speculating into its being, trying to grasp its white essence from its grayish hue.

I wanted to mold it according to my likeness, like a doting father would want for his own. Or perhaps leave it alone, and have itself shaped by the elements, good or bad it may become.

Everyday every life, each of us yearns to go the distance, discover and explore new worlds and mingle with the universe. We go and find places and faces and we bask in the shimmering diversity like nature does itself.

The more colors we find, the more beautiful the rainbow and the sunset will be. Continue Reading…

Everytime a loved one goes to the other side we are forced beyond our will to accept not only the  loss but also the realization that in the near future, however far or close it might be, we ourselves will be crossing over to the greatest of the unknowns.

We all know it’s coming, it is a given fact. The only question that remains is what to be of our own personal death star.

Just like our own sun who gives life to everything here on earth by virtue of its warmth, that has the hypothetical Nemesis which was postulated by astronomers to be part of the cycle of mass extinctions, we also have our own deadly companion just hovering around the corner of our own personal galaxy. Continue Reading…