I Am Buraot

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…

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…