When you forget your keys, there is always some sort of consequence right?
Like you most probably have to sit out on your doorstep and smile as well as greet all your neighbours as they come home from work. And when they inevitably ask you why you're outside, you spin a story that some dangerous plague infested your home and so you've been quarantined outside your home by the Health Department until further notice.
If they're the type that don't mind the funnies or are kids then they would laugh a bit and retreat in their homes. But what if they laughed heartily but go on to ask "Seriously, why are you outside?".
That is when you agree to spend close to two hours walking aimlessly around KL Sentral, which by the way has only two corridors with stores and whatnots. All simply because you've sat way too many times on your doorstep and your neighbours have taken it upon themselves to ask you the same question every single time even if they are well aware of the answer. Heck, they don't stop at that but give you an uber long lecture on forgetting things, examples of old ladies and men included. Yes, yes, I know I have caring neighbours. Haha.
After having countless fickle thoughts on whether to have cake or grab the mega huge white Toblerones from the cocky promoter, I decided to sit at the huge tree pots at the KLIA Express Arriving Area watching tourists struggle with their luggages walking this way then that trying to get around. Haha.
Then, the parentals call to say they're coming. So you wait anxiously to sit comfortably while they drive home right? Wrong. Because there is a 4-year old little one in the backseat practicing his kissing skills on the window.
Allow me to introduce Andre. The little rascal is my cousin sister's son which makes me his Aunt. Haha.
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The older folks were sorta slowish so we had a little game of hide and seek. His laughter is contagious. It is so alive and bubbly that I unconciously kept doing things to hear it over and over again. =)
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