horror movies make me laugh; cemeteries are as scary as parking lots. so, technically i’m fearless, right?

errr… no.

you see, supernatural beings are not frightening if you don’t believe. as a non-believer, it naturally doesn’t bother me. but heights… *ahem* HEIGHTS ARE DIFFERENT. and we’re not talking about a skyscraper here; more like two floors above the ground.

i went to singapore with my bro last year, and we checked into this room which was on the 11th floor. as soon as we stepped in, i caught a glimpse of the windows and i could only imagine how frightening it must be to look down. i didn’t sleep for five days; i made stupid excuses to go to 7-eleven throughout the night, like it was the best-est store on the entire island; i opted to sleep in the bathtub only because it was the furthest from the windows. i would have taken the closet too, but it was too dusty.

five years ago, my cousin conned me into taking the giant drop at jerudong park. to these days, i still refuse to talk to him. i’ve had recurrent dreams of that fateful night. unless he’s willing to cough up money for therapy, we ain’t friends.

my friends are always saying, “try bungee jumping. or maybe skydiving? conquer that phobia of yours already.” but unless they forced me at gunpoint… wait… forget it. just shoot me instead