Stranded in front of Andy’s house

I was spending my time quietly at home on a Saturday night, in front of darling Roxanne, when something stirred in me and said enough is enough.

I don’t know about you, but being not in contact with civilization (read: friends) the entire day (okay so I did go to Fang Chyuan’s house to get past an area in FFXII where my game hanged on my PS2) made me itch severely like an allergy (okay lah it’s a stupid metaphor). Soo I spent a good amount of credit and time phoning people, utilising SMSes and the popular instant messenger, Windows Live Messenger, to communicate my intention to gather for a mamak.

Jengjengjeng. So far so good. Andy communicates his intention to plop himself in front of the telly, Heng was up for a mamak, Shawn was having dinner with his collegemates, and the list goes on.

Suet suggested after a while on MSN (I can’t call it Windows Live Messenger, its latest name; MSN is so much easier to type and remember) that we crash at her house since her mum is away at hometown. So I agreed to it and proceeded to inform the rest of the idea.

Heng backed out, stating that he was tired after work. Fang Chyuan decided that there were too little people going.

Okaaay so I went to my beloved ex-high school to wait for Daniel who was having a romantic romp with Mei Yee and her brother, in this event called Malam Mesra, where each participant in this annual camaraderie is charged RM50 only! Astounding amount of so-so food, long-winded speeches by principal and PTA president, and uninteresting delicate performances were all in the package!

So let’s cut the crap and let the camera zoom in onto a very bored me, when my Matrix stopped right in front of the school. Like right on cue, an SMS blinked in and it was Jess who said her mum don’t let her go to Suet’s house. As if on even better timing after finished reading Jess’ SMS, my handphone beeped again, signalling a message from Suet, who asked us to enjoy ourselves at mamak as she had some family crisis or sommat.

It was about 11.20pm when I reached school, and my body developed moss and algae as I waited for the sight of an apparent non-existent Ding. A woman (I was told it was Pn Rozita) screamed condescendingly through the mic that even as I laid down on my seat listening to the music emanating from my car’s speakers, I could still hear her voice enunciating all the lucky draw numbers clearly.

Ding finally appeared at 12am after said moss and algae had completely enveloped me.

So I had to fetch back his date of the night and date’s brother back to their house at USJ 12 or something of that sort. I then proceeded to tell him the funny proceedings (aka ‘long story’) that after all the planning, it was down to just the both of us.

*gust of wind blew past, papers flying around, crows crowed loudly*

I was feeling quite ke lian as the Chinese-educated peeps would say, as if nothing was going my way, but then I thought how ridiculous and amusingly funny it was that I just had to laugh. On the way back from said date’s house, Ding suggested to crash at Andy’s place without notice so we went.

Reaching at Andy’s at about 12.20am, I first rang his PDA. No answer. His handphone. No answer. After making several unsuccessful calls, we alighted from my car and the both of us sat down on his swing in front of his house, contemplating what to do next. Looking back it must’ve looked quite pathetic to see two dudes sitting on a swing beneath a tree at past midnight. Scary, even.

We eventually decided to shout his name repeatedly, in hopes that he would hear us, which soon proved futile. We put our ears through his gate and managed to catch distant sounds of whistles blowing, the commentator talking, and the audience cheering. Football alright.

So I reversed my car on a stroke of a brilliant idea and aligned it so that my lights faced his windows. I flashed it repeatedly and it was so stupidly amusing: my flashlights weren’t high enough to reach the windows.

We were quite adamant to NOT return home after all the trouble we went through, and it was like so close yet so far. And I was pretty certain Andy would not be sleeping so early, not especially while watching football.

So after imitating a cat’s screeching whistle, miss calling his house phone once, and screaming “FOH JUK AH!! YAO CHAK AH!!” and generally laughing at ourselves out loud, we decided to be serious.

So I tentatively put my right foot on top of the midsection of his gate where there was grip, and imagined a billion eyes popping out of nowhere, staring at me, alarms flashing and ringing. I climbed over deftly, landed on his porch, heard/saw a nearby car lights flashing and immediately ducked nearby his red Myvi.

“What the hell was that?” I asked Daniel, who was at the other side of the gate, who was ducking as well.

“That was the neighbour’s car lah.”

I eventually swallowed my saliva, stood up and rapped on his window softly with my knuckles. No reply, no opened doors. I then went to his wooden door and knocked on it while quickly rushing to the side, just in case it was someone other than Andy who answered it.

Andy looked incredibly shocked when he opened the door, suffice to say, and commented that we were lucky that his father had just went upstairs and didn’t bring brooms and other equipments as his Myvi was broken into the previous night.

Talk about weird luck.

So apparently he was in the loo washing his face which explained why he didn’t hear our telephone calls.

What we did in the end in his house.

So we basically lepak-ed like true lepakers who live up to their names, and finally left at 1.30am, satisfied at our mini excursion.

And I thought the night couldn’t get any ‘better’.