I am alive.

And  I am taking shelter in a nice building with electricity and internet connection at day time. Technically I am a refugee since my rented room was completely  decimated yesterday afternoon. 

Padang is officially isolated from outer access from any possible direction for collapsing bridges and landslides. Thank god now the rain has stopped pouring. Otherwise we will again go helter skelter out of the building hit by the quake and welcome by the rain only to get drenched.

I only stuffed assortments of instant noodles since last nite. No restaurants are  opened.

Moreover, fuel has become the new gold just now. Everybody is storming the petrol station and some even spark a minor vendetta fighting to get the remaining fuel left.

I am still trying to reach my brother. He sms-ed my family last nite telling them that he is OK. but the busy or  maybe paralysed network has failed me to reach him. Well, at least he is OK. My father planned to pick me up and take me home to Bukittinggi but because of Padang-Bukittingi route is disrupted by a massive landslide in Silaing, near the Epicentrum of this 7.6 magnitude earth quake, I think I will stay in Padang tonight.

I cannot write much at this time but promise to write more later when things have calmed down.

If I get thru this night unscathed,  I might be able to post some pics on the latest tremors. (even as a refugee i managed to take several poses near the wreakages of the fallen buildings).

If you want to help these poor victims of this West Sumatera earth Quake, you know how to do it right. What they need most is medicine, food, blanket, clothing, tents, sanitary napkin (the great tremor never succeeds to panic me but my period which suddenly came last night panicked me a real deal. I only had it lastweek anyway that i m wondering why it comes “again”  last night).

well see you when i see you folks.