Always Running Here & There

Drove all the way to Hulu Langat for dinner.

Located at a place called Look Out Point, the restaurant only opens at night. You'll have to drive up a lonely hill road without streetlights, and you'll think yours is the only car travelling.

But you'll be surprised when you reach the car park, almost full. You'll be shocked when you reached the restaurant (an uphill climb), full house.

This is why it's so popular.

You can enjoy the best KL night view whilst dining. Looks romantic~

However the crowded restaurant sort of killed off the romantic vibe. You see, I just need to turn around and my eyes are just a finger's length away from someone's hair. Stretch your leg a little and you'll kick a chair.

Malaysians. We love to talk when we're eating. Clamorous. Business terlalu baik.

Serving mainly western food. This is the BBQ 'kitchen', out in the open.

Food is quite pricey, not as fantastic as the Ship, but delicious if you have not-so-choosy taste buds. I suspect at least 25% of the price charged goes to the KL view.

I would recommend the special sauce chicken chop, served with French fries, vegetables and grilled cheese ham. The sauce tastes like a mixture of brown sauce and black pepper sauce. And you must try the pineapple champagne, although you can't taste the alcohol, it's good.

5 of us, RM 120 bucks.

Visited grandma yesterday, along with Uncle and Aunt.

Along the same row, there are 3 kids. An 8 year old girl, 2 months old baby boy and a 5 year old boy.

I started imagining what could possibly take the lives of 3 kids so young. Accidents perhaps? Except for the baby, maybe there were complications after birth, the other 2 kids couldn't have any health problem that can kill, could they?

There was a couple who came later, quite young, they stepped out of the car and headed towards the little girl's grave. The father just stood in front of it, the looks on his face showed such pain and sadness. The mother squatted to put the flowers in the vase, then she walked towards the headstone and pressed her cheek on it.

She looked like she was talking to her daughter. The father merely stood for a while, walked around then waited in the car. The mother stayed on longer. Before leaving, she kissed the picture of her daughter, fished out a piece of tissue to wipe off the tears she left. And they left.

The whole thing was so heart-wrenching.

I like reading headstones. The baby's one can almost make anyone cry. Without a picture, the whole headstone was covered with Psalms 23. Beneath the psalm wrote, "Love, Mommy and Daddy". At the back of the headstone was a poem entitled 'Footprints in the Sand'.

You can just imagine that there are so many things the parents wanted to say to this child, but they couldn't because he went back to God. They summed up everything and put into this psalm, like a never read letter to the baby.

Perhaps the parents have moved on, have more children and left the past. Love still lingers on in the graveyard. It aches to think that these kids are laying under concrete and soil, in the dark, all alone. After all, kids do fear the dark. It's a bigger sore to imagine how small the coffin is.

Death. Graveyard. So sultry.