Was jolted to wakefulness by a very strong Christmas earthquake. I felt like I was getting exorcised for the advanced alcoholism, pottymouthedness, and veiled blackheartedness I’ve nurtured this year. My friend Namtab Pots who lives on the top floor of a condo in Makati said he thought there was violent fucking going on that he, sadly, wasn’t a part of. My sister Kara Zor-El who was bent over to pick up a spoon got all ngudngod on the floor. For those not familiar with the term, ngudngod is like a more violent faceplant on a flat surface. We immediately ran to our mother in panic, who was taking a bath at that time. She didn’t feel anything.

The only obvious conclusion is that 2020 is still trying to kill us, knowing that it only has 7 more days to do so. Like the serial killer/arch-villain who’s been shot, thrown off the penthouse, fallen on a bus that exploded, and still running and laughing maniacally with a knife in hand. Aroint thee, 2020!

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