Title-less.

Although I said I'd be posting more pictures now that I have a new baby in tow, the above wasn't really what I had in mind.
It's just one of those random pictures that I took, because I was checking my baby out.

Well, not really random, but I had wanted to blog about this thing, and I have no idea what it's called. (Because I was never really interested in finding out anyway).

Since I was young, I've never taken to the above "thing". It freaked me out a bit too much. Despite how innocent it looked.
You know how sometimes you develop this inexplicable fear for something? Well, that was my thing. I had a fear towards that "thing" and I can't really explain why. It is afterall harmless looking. You can almost call it a phobia. Just that, I think to call this fear a phobia sounds a tad bit too extreme for me.

By the way, do you think they have a name for this phobia? Afterall, they seem to have a name for all types of phobias.
Anyhow, another reason why I don't think my fear for this constitutes a phobia because I think usually a phobia stems from some prior trauma. Like how Robert Langdon is claustrophobic because he was once trapped in a well. But I guess because how claustrophobic sounds so cool, alot of many others like to also claim they are claustrophobic, but I think that really stems from some trauma you've experienced before.

Anyway, from what I remember, I've never had bad experience with that above thing. But it nonetheless gives me nightmares. When I was younger, I saw someone lift that grill up just to pick up a 50cent coin. And he seemed quite satisifed with himself for doing so. I have no idea why I still remember this stupid thing after so darn long. But seriously, 50cents? I wouldn't even do it if it's $10 lor.

I think after witnessing that insane act, I actually had nightmares of lifting that grill up going down those drains and getting stuck there because it was too deep and I couldn't climb back up. Now, I don't know how I come to have this dream. But it kinda stuck on.
So everytime I see one of these, I'd prefer to avoid it.

Also, I don't want my heels getting stuck in them. It'd totally freak me out.
Imagine heels getting stuck, grill giving way (I know it would never happen) and me falling into the drain. Drain is deeper than you thought it was, you get stuck in it. Your screams for help are futile and you eventually die and rot in that drain.
The smell of your decomp eventually brings the police to you. And well, by then you are already.. decomp.

Too much CSI sparked the above. But trust me, the fear was inherent. Then again, there are quite few of these nowadays. Or have I not been walking around that much?

If you haven't yet noticed.
This entry is going to be a real pointless one. Because I spent the day, doing nothing but sleep and watch TV.
Absolute heaven for a rainy Sunday.