fall-o-phobic.

I remembered how you held my hand when we were riding the ferris wheel. I almost held my breath as we were rising up, almost touching the clear blue sky.

You even laughed on how nervous I was. My face was flustered on how high we were from the ground.

I kept my eyes closed, trying not to look down below. My fear was swept away along with the wind that gushed on our faces just as when you gave me a tight squeeze on my hand.

That was four years ago. And until now I’m still afraid to fall.

got this from http://wordpulseperminute.blogspot.com/2008/03/ferris-wheel.html
Oops! Sorry ate Van! My bad.

awwww.

picture taken at Global Fun Carnival in Mall of Asia last *date better not to be told*