Hey guys. Finally got onto a computer with sufficient internet. For those of you who don't know, I am basically about five kilometres from this. (BBC Website) So there you go. I am fine, as are my family and friends, I got very lucky. Others didn't. So it goes.
I still don't have water (shitting in a bucket sucks arse, so to speak) or regular internet (I'm typing this at a friend's place, she's being very tolerant.) so I have to say that if you don't hear from me for a while, that's why. Also my laptop is at uni, where I was when the 6.3 struck, and ended up getting left there in my quite sweary rush to get out. It's possibly drowned in tea. I don't know yet. The aftershocks continue, but I'm quite used to them, and they don't pose anything more than a sort of 'I'm going to be so vexed if all that stuff I just picked up falls over again', and (in the middle of the night) 'What? Huh? Oh. Okay.'
I suppose the biggest difference between this and the 7.1 is that this felt much more personal, and much more vicious, probably because of the closeness of this quake. A bunch of stuff got knocked over, and we didn't have power for three days. A friend in the centre of town when it struck posted to FB saying 'All I can hear is screaming and crashing and sirens and helicopters and screaming'. The mood of the city is way different this time- less optimistic, more beaten down. People are depressed, traumatised, worn down by the endless aftershocks, deaths, lack of water. People flee the city in droves. It's fairly grim.
I remain upbeat, it's grim, but I have my health (well, I have a cold), and I have books and knitting. I'm good. It's kind of buggered university till further notice, so good luck for my Honours. >.>
I'm not going to ask you to donate money or whatever, it feels too much like begging. There are plenty of charitable causes that you can donate to if you want though.
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Feb. 25th, 2011 05:57 pmFinally got onto a computer with sufficient internet.
For those of you who don't know, I am basically about five kilometres from this. (BBC Website)
So there you go. I am fine, as are my family and friends, I got very lucky. Others didn't. So it goes.
I still don't have water (shitting in a bucket sucks arse, so to speak) or regular internet (I'm typing this at a friend's place, she's being very tolerant.) so I have to say that if you don't hear from me for a while, that's why. Also my laptop is at uni, where I was when the 6.3 struck, and ended up getting left there in my quite sweary rush to get out. It's possibly drowned in tea. I don't know yet.
The aftershocks continue, but I'm quite used to them, and they don't pose anything more than a sort of 'I'm going to be so vexed if all that stuff I just picked up falls over again', and (in the middle of the night) 'What? Huh? Oh. Okay.'
I suppose the biggest difference between this and the 7.1 is that this felt much more personal, and much more vicious, probably because of the closeness of this quake. A bunch of stuff got knocked over, and we didn't have power for three days. A friend in the centre of town when it struck posted to FB saying 'All I can hear is screaming and crashing and sirens and helicopters and screaming'. The mood of the city is way different this time- less optimistic, more beaten down. People are depressed, traumatised, worn down by the endless aftershocks, deaths, lack of water. People flee the city in droves. It's fairly grim.
I remain upbeat, it's grim, but I have my health (well, I have a cold), and I have books and knitting. I'm good. It's kind of buggered university till further notice, so good luck for my Honours. >.>
I'm not going to ask you to donate money or whatever, it feels too much like begging. There are plenty of charitable causes that you can donate to if you want though.