Last night I learnt the hard way of never ever dare a friend in the middle of the night after a clubbing night out (not me, him).
It all started with an innocent joke, which went something like this: "oh yea? I dare you to come down here right now. Hah! How's that! (All the way from KL)"
Puffy eyes and lack of sleep in front of a class of uni students today, answering no particular question thrown by student specifically and have my head in the clouds all day long. Came back home and nearly dropped dead on my bed.
Two hours after that "dare", while in the midst of my dream, I received a phone call.
"Guess what. I'm in front of your house."