Phobia part 2

Phobia part deux

If you have read my previous entry about my phobia, you will know by now that i am.. well.. was a scardy cat. For this entry, its the story of how i heroicly stomped the face of acrophobia and learn that there is nothing to fear with heights. Its the same as looking far; only downwards.

At the age of when i was able to walk but still in diapers, my parents went on a holiday and took me with them. It was a two week tour of Perth and Gold Coast i think. I cannot really recall much of the experience for i was really really young. Part of it i remember, being in a strawberry field and i plucked one out and shoved it into my mouth. 

The red produce was really sour so i spat it back out all over my red and blue sweater which had like a Power Rangers diamond pattern. 

That experience, i feel has contributed to my phobia of fruits.. but thats another story for another entry.

I also vividly remember the ordeal that my excited, then young parents put me through.

All i remembered in detail is this. We entered a decent hotel room. 1 toilet, 1 queensize bed, 1 tv and one sliding window. The room was painted seashell white and we were roughly on the 14^th floor.

I had no idea what came over my parent but they were suddenly jilted with unnatural zeal. My mom took me under my armpits and lifted me to the window and ask me to “pegang ni” which translates to hold this. 


She was refering to the window rails.

I gave a very worried look. My mom then walked back and my dad took photos of me in that precarious position. During the whole ordeal, i was about to cry. 

Then i twisted my head over my shoulder and looked 14 stories down. 

I then blackly looked back at them ( i think i shat myself ) and cried like someone sprayed onion juice at my eyes. My face was contorted giving the expression that my skin was on fire.... i just didn't want to die..

Put me the FARK down please!!!!!

after like 3 snaps, my debatablely insane parents took me down and comforted me... i cant recall what happened after that but i guess the rest of the holiday went well for I am still alive and kicking and heights don't bother me that much if i know i am behind a safe railing or in a stable plane.

To read Phobia part uno click here