On the way on the MRT. SMS received. "We are in town. Where are you?". Dad. "On the MRT back home already" A familiar ringtone. "Pick you up at Kembangan." "Okie."

Waited a good twenty minutes before my parents arrived. In the car, they asked "Yesterday midnight got earthquake at Sumatra. Got feel?" "Eh don't have leh.." "Sure or not?" Then I thought hard.

I was chilling out on Winning Eleven. Then I recalled. There was this moment. Then I recalled. Halfway I was feeling dizzy. I placed both arms on the table. Staring at an angle between my arms and the table, I realised I was shaking. Come on, I was just chilling out on a game after work, how come I'm dizzy already? The painting on top of the monitor was flapping up and down; the winds sure are strong tonight.

Back into the car, it struck me. My apartment was shaking and I didn't realise it. Geez. Reaching home, I stared at my painting. Last night I was probably tired, I didn't realised this painting is one hell of a giant. How could the winds have that kind of strength to lift it up and down? Cool.. Didn't know we could feel it here.

The last time I encountered an earthquake was in Taiwan more than ten years ago. While I was snoring away. Woke up to a loud din. "What happened?" "There was an earthquake ah. You didn't feel it?!?" "Oh......" :þ