THE STALKER'S HOUSE

He has been pestering me for more than a year to visit his new home in Sri Serdang.

I haven’t seen him in awhile now except for one occasion where we went out to the mamak when a common friend came back from Shanghai on her holiday.

He even offered to drive me to his home and cook me dinner. I think he was glad that I invited him over for the Leslie Cheung’s appreciation on April fool’s night. He is a great fan of Leslie’s. This indirectly spurred another opportunity for him to ask me again to his house. His reasons, to see his vast collection of Leslie’s CDs, DVDs and posters.

Having nothing to do that weekend and since Yabba would be coming as well, I agreed. I didn’t know what has got into me. I must had been bored shitless. I don't have a life?! I guess one could not bore grudges for that long. After all, we only live once. I would prefer to be remembered as a forgiving person rather than an anal-grudges-bearing-bitch. His persistency finally paid off? Or was I softer now as I am getting older?

He kept his one promise. He indeed came to fetch me after work, but he didn’t cook dinner due to lack of time. He drove me to his favorite restaurant in Sri Serdang, and we had the dishes that he has always liked, tong poh yok and loh mee. Yabba didn’t turned up. Shit! Is this a trap?!

He started telling me again of his political interest and how artistic he is, blah blah blah. I started to regret that I am not the anal-grudges-bearing-bitch, and the fact that I didn’t drive. I would have just driven off when he started his talk on politics. I cannot tolerate politics. In order not to appear pissed and risked spending a night in his home, I just listened amicably and swallowed my dinner. Lucky thing, the dinner was good enough to make me forget the conversation.

His door entrance. Who would believe this house belong to a guy? I was apprehensive to go in when he told me to give him a minute to tidy his house. I think I waited for seven long minutes, and threatened I would walk home to Selayang, if he didn’t let me in that instant.

I didn’t expect this. His home is filled with paintings from his numerous trips overseas. I thought he is a “katak di bawah tempurung” judging from the way he carried himself socially and the conversation topics he chose to dwell in.


His home appeared to be cluttered though. I warned him on his lack of luck in love and relationships due to too much glass in his home, (feng shui lah, konon) even shook my head with disapproval seeing broken glass on his table, where orchid petals and fake strawberries were scattered.

This is art. He told me. Being artistic, he said, he would like to show me the pictures he took of himself. I said, better not be some naked pictures of him, or else I would end up vomiting the lovely dinner.

Christ. I never met someone so in love with himself in my entire life. (Oh yeah, I suddenly remember Chris – Hah!) I wish I could smack some senses in his head when he complained to me why is he still single all these years, despite having so much money, a good career, a nice house (not only one, but two), nice car, and a fat bank account. To top it, someone commented that he is quite a handsome chap and looking like Tony Leung Chew Wai. *Puke*

He is a nice chap, albeit being quite anal at times. But I guess he loves himself too much to be able to fall in love with someone else.

We ended the night with a movie of Leslie Cheung, Anita Yuen and Carina Lau. I forgot the movie title though. I was warned throughout the movie not to spill wine on his imported carpet. Jesus Christ!

Hhmph. I guess I know where is the next booze party is gonna be held. *Evil Grin*

And.. hmpph... do you think Lai Ma and him makes a great couple? *LOL*