#30daysblogging The Spookiest moment in my life

Day 3

Post is an idea from Evita Wijaya.

I’m kinda afraid of Ghost. Yeah yeah, that’s very stupid. But seriously, I’m afraid of ghosts. I know they exists. I don’t really believe it, because for me “seeing is believing” but *knock on wood* I don’t WANNA EVER SEE THEM. Let’s just say I don’t wanna get involved. All I know is there is 50% chance that ghost exists, and I don’t wanna take the 50% chance. So I just wanna leave them alone.

I don’t watch ghost movies, I don’t talk about ghosts (unless I got carried away with after-midnight talks with friends. LOL), and I never played ghost games (such as Jalangkung and stuffs).

So when I traveled to Gili Trawangan on 2010 with Bandi, I couldn’t handle it when I had to face the spooky situation.

Here’s the story….

*Jeger! Jeger!!!* (spooky sound effect applied)

We were a noob traveler by the time and didn’t really think through when we made decisions. We picked a hotel in a very distant area of the island. (The island wasn’t so developed like now FYI) Let’s just say the location of the hotel is about 2 km from the centre.

So we were having dinner in the centre area and headed back to the hotel around 8pm. We asked a rickshaw to take us but they asked for 50K rupiah that sounded soooo expensive to me that time. So we decided to….. WALK!!!

We walked to our hotel, with only moonlight as our guide. About 1 km from the centre area, we still had some lights from the nearby hotels or restaurants, but the more we walked the darker it became.

And…. we didn’t have cellphone. I didn’t remember why we didn’t have it with us then. All I remember is… it was a bad idea!!!

So there we were… walking in a total pitch black… on a foreign island. We could hear the sound of the waves and we saw nothing but stars and moon. NO, IT WASN’T ROMANTIC.

It was spooky because I felt so many things blowing off to my legs. It might be grass or sands… or something else. I never knew because we were in the dark.

The scariest feeling is the fear of unknowing-ness.

You know what happened? There was somebody approaching to us!!! FREAKING CRAZY!!! I swear I almost died of fear!!! It was someone (or….???) and he was trying to touch us! Bandi shielded me with his body and shouted something to shoo him.

It turned out he was high with shrooms and some more still tried to offer us Shroom… IN THE DARK! Are you freaking kidding me?!!!

We then walked faster, almost ran really. And when we finally saw a small light we followed it at once. Then we followed the path with one small light to the other small light… and we finally made it to our hotel.


From that moment, I always pay attention to possible lamps/lights/candles during the day so I could assume what could happen during the night. This is also a lesson for everyone.

I never wanna experience that walk ever again in my life! Ever! Even thinking about it still gives me chill. T.T


May. Brrr…

Fear is healthy while panic is deadly

What’s your biggest fear?

My biggest fear is to drown and die in the ocean.

It is not a secret that I’m a little bit paranoid with ocean. I love beach, but well not so crazy about ocean. Actually if I wanted to go psycho-Freud myself it might have started when I was about 7 years old; when I was still carefree and dared to do anything. My mom brought me and my brother to our relative’s apartment that apparently had pool. When my mom did something with our bags, me and my brother ran like crazy and… SPLASH!!!

I just jumped in to the 2 meters pool.

Oh yeah, I couldn’t swim FYI.

I drowned. And I swear I thought I was dead. Thank god my brother saved me. Yeah I probably owed him a life.

Long story short, I never went to the pool again since then… Until I had to take my final PE grade on my high school and it included swimming. Of course I didn’t pass. And I didn’t care anyway. I just wanted the day to end as soon as possible. Being in a swimming pool brought back bad memory and it made me nauseous.

Anyway, the other four of my family member could swim. My mom was a swimming athlete, not the very professional though but she’s really REALLY good. My brother is almost as good as her. Then it was the adoption thing all over again. Swimming really depressed me.

Then long story short (again) I was very into exercising about three years ago. I was a freelancer teacher back then and I had so much free time. I went to gym every day (seriously, everyday) with my cousin. We did yoga, weight training, running, and that combat fiesta. Both of us couldn’t swim and we felt very bad that almost everyday we passed this opportunity to skip this gorgeous big swimming pool. See below photo of how gorgeous the swimming pool is.

Bringing my niece to the 'private' pool in a beautiful Saturday morning.

Bringing my niece to the ‘private’ pool in a beautiful Saturday morning.

I didn’t know what had gotten into us, we started to learn how to swim, ALONE! Yeah! It was probably because the whole swimming pool was only 1,6 meters deep so we felt secured and safe. And the weirdest thing was, WE FINALLY LEARNED HOW TO SWIM. Funny huh?

However I never dared to swim in a 2 meters deep swimming pool, because even though I could swim already, I always thought I couldn’t float. So if there was anything bad, I would totally drown.

Three months after that, I went on a snorkeling trip in Phuket and guess what, I was swimming in the ocean. For about 30 seconds only, but hell I did that! Hahaha.

I was shivering and I knew I was still afraid of drowning. 5 Months ago, I went to Boracay and I cried on my kayak, panicking of drowning. However I managed to… JUMPED OFF THE CLIFF! (Videos and complete stories here!)

I don’t know why I always start to panic everytime I’m near deep water. I freak out and I forget to breathe. In my inner circle, I have always been the coward one. That’s the reason why I didn’t kayak, I didn’t scuba dive or do any activity with possibility of drowning or being trapped inside the water.

Lately, I go to the public pool alone every Monday and Thursday. The public pool is the typical Olympic pool where it is only shallow in both end of the pool while it is 2 meters plus deep in the middle. However I always swim in the side of the pool so if anything went wrong, I would grab the edge. Yesterday I went to my regular swim and found out that the side lap was used by a group of kids who were doing some PE test. The other side of the pool is used only for advanced continuous swimmer. So the only option left is… TO SWIM IN THE MIDDLE.

The swimming pool I always go to

The swimming pool I always go to

I stretched, soaked in, took a deep breath and started to swim… until about 3 meters and then I stopped. I panicked and I forgot to breathe. I swam back to the edge and almost cried.

Why am I still afraid of deep water? Why do I have to be that coward?! Geez, May, you can swim and you can float for god’s sake just go ahead!!!

Then I remember this quote from Chasing Maverick movie:

Fear and panic are two separate feeling. Fear is healthy, panic is deadly.

I do logically know that I can swim and I have been practicing a lot. Now, what I need to do is NOT PANICKING. Face my fear and don’t panic! Very easy literally huh?

I took a couple of minutes to think and consider… then I took that push. And I swam… away to the middle of the pool. I kept telling myself  “calm down May… you can do this. Calm down… Don’t panic…” over and over again until I saw a red tile below me on the bottom of the pool that meant I had reached the deepest point.


I had overcome my fear and thrown away the panic. I was swimming, in the middle, ALONE. It was awesome.

The feeling of doing something you used to be very afraid of is very VERY awesome.

Indeed it is true that fear is healthy. Fear has given you a reason to be brave. You will not be a brave person unless you do something you’re afraid of. And being brave makes you feel powerful. Panic, on the other hand, is deadly. Period.

So, have you faced your fear lately? Maybe you should. =)



May, not really the coward one anymore.