I Am Buraot

I was driving on this road to nowhere. I was passing through more than just the places and faces of people I met, oftentimes I get lucky enough to know them, to be with them, be them.

I was born from the country. Small town, big family, rough life. You know the story, short in riches but big in dreams. It was typical.

As for me, I just dreamt of a road trip. I wished for the chance to steer my own life, using my own means, to wherever I intended it to go. I wanted my own life to lead.

Even at an early age, I sensed adventure… a life-long adventure. 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…