I’m a fan of The Weather Girls

From a writing prompt:

“You are singing along to the radio when a voice interrupts with ‘YOUR WISH HAS BEEN GRANTED’.”


Tonight is “boy’s night,” and I am absolutely pumped. Ever since my friends and I graduated from high school, we agreed that every second Saturday of the month were to be “boy’s night”: A night where we hang out and catch up with each other. Back in our college days, all we’d do on this night is get drunk at a club and try to pick up chicks, but now things have changed. College was a long time ago and we’ve all settled down in one way or another. Suffice to say, “boy’s night” now is like book club compared to “boy’s night” back then.

I’m running pizza duty for tonight, which consists of me picking up our usual order of two large four-cheese pizzas from our favorite pizza place. On the way back home, where “boy’s night” is being held, I decided that I could use some of my guilty pleasure music: The Weather Girls. Man, my friends will never let me live down the fact that I absolutely love jamming out to this music duo. Personally, I think they’re missing out.

It was a typical drive back home with me singing along to The Weather Girls with bubbly enthusiasm. Towards the end of my trip, however, the radio suddenly goes quiet. I thought I finally wore out the CD, which wouldn’t be a surprise since I’ve listened to the CD almost every day since I got it. I was about to resign myself to the fate of completing my trip in silence, when suddenly I hear a booming voice from the radio exclaim that my wish has been granted. Then the radio went back to playing The Weather Girls, as if nothing happened.

Admittedly, I was pretty freaked out, but before I had the time to fully rationalize what happened, I was interrupted by the sound of crunching metal and breaking glass, followed by a long, agonized scream. My windshield was cracked and covered in blood. Holy fucking shit, I just ran over someone. How did I miss him? I didn’t take my eyes off the road. I look around the street and nobody’s around. Without missing a beat, I drive my car down the road full speed, hoping nobody saw the hit and run.

Did the guy have a family? Will anyone miss him? I can’t forgive myself for this. I should turn myself in. I’m a monster. I drive faster.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Something’s hitting the pavement right outside the car.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

I can’t seem to outrun it, no matter how fast I drive.


It’s getting faster. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What’s happening? Is his ghost coming to haunt me already?

I stop the car. I need to catch my breath.


What the fuck is happening? What the- WHAT THE FUCK? THERE’S BLOOD EVERYWHERE ON THE ROAD. Dead bodies all over the pavement. What’s happening?!


People falling… from the sky? Oh– oh no…

It’s raining men.


[WIP] “Major Hopkins, I’m writing to inform you that progress in replacing human soldiers with mechanized troops has been …slow.”


Alan Robinson was always fascinated by machines. He grew up taking apart different appliances in his middle-class suburban home to see how they worked. This was often to the displeasure of his mother and father, who, more often than not, had to replace the appliances Alan would inevitably break due to his little experiments. Suffice to say, absolutely nobody was shocked when little Alan grew up to become an engineer specializing in robotics. In this field, his inherent enthusiasm towards anything inanimate that moved by itself resulted in his skyrocketing to prominence in the industry; a turn of events that, again, surprised nobody in particular. Due to his excellency in the field, Alan Robinson, now aged 30 and married with kids, found himself getting plenty of project proposals and job offers, most of which were not very exciting to his overactive imagination. As such, such an innovative mind as Alan’s had a difficult time staying on one project for long. You see, he’s so good at what he does, he finishes his projects to spec even before he even realizes he’s started on it. So when the United States Department of Defense offered him to lead a research initiative to create combat androids– something no company has ever done before, Alan said yes in a heartbeat. And so, he left his wife, his children, and his middle-class suburban home to tinker with machines in ways no man has ever done before.

And boy, did he regret doing that.

When he accepted the offer, just after lunch, he was told he was to be picked up right after dinner. He expected a leisurely drive to the airport, and from there, he’ll be flown to a research center, where he will mingle with other great minds from different fields, creating technology only possible within the realm of science fiction. Instead, he found himself unceremoniously bound, gagged, and forced into the back of a truck by half a dozen soldiers.

What was happening? How could he have been so careless? His mind was racing at a million miles a minute, the rumble of the truck’s engine, and the chatter of the soldiers around him no match for the chaos going on in his brain. What are they gonna do to me?He thought to himself. Were they even government agents? Oh god, what have I gotten myself into? They’re probably illegal organ traders. I can’t just go like this.


Unfinished Project 1 – A Proposal On How To Fix National Apathy

A rising problem in today’s Filipino society is the apparent apathy of the masses towards the issues concerning our nation and its governance. Although there have been plenty of attempts at rejuvenating the interest of the masses, especially the youth, these programs have often been met with sub-par results. Let’s face it: government action such as the NSTP act is too ineffective and too slow-acting to give a substantial solution to the rising public apathy. Our rate of educating the youth is simply outpaced by the rate in which we produce the youth. What we need is a method to increase awareness that is more widespread, more effective, faster acting, and easier to implement than our quality education.

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Setting Up For Failure

Three years back, I started this blog. Three years back, I made it three posts deep before fizzling out. I knew all along I wouldn’t be able to keep up with this blog, but I made some posts anyway as a time-capsule of sorts, just to see where I was back then when I revisit this site.

Which is weird because I hate reading the stuff I write.

So, just as any self-conscious creator would do, those creations were nuked without deliberation. I didn’t even read the posts I deleted. Thinking about it, my aversion to read my previous works probably stems from a fear of failure. So much for a time capsule if it’s just gonna end up thrown away without being looked at. Chances are, this post, too, will be destroyed without much thought in the future.

Yet here I am, making another post, continuing this cycle of creation and destruction. I can only hope that one day, I will be able to break this cycle, and that I will not be afraid to face my failures. And if that happens, I’ll know for sure that I’ve made progress.

After all, you have to start out creating failures before you get to the masterpieces.*

*This may or may not apply to having children. I’ll get back to you on that.