The duo who ends up in unlikeliest places [sometimes] is back!

Pretty eventful my weekend went. On Saturday the 19th, I started the day at around noon, when I helped out my mother with her grocery-shopping at our favourite market in the country at TTDI. On the upper floor, there was a shop selling brownies that looked kind of good.

We bought some pieces just because we were hungry. They aren't the chewy, moist brownies you'd expect from, say, d'lish, but it's what you get for what you pay.

After some low-fuss lunch, I was summoned by JK to be at the Ampang LRT station by 5 to do our little tour in the city. The roads in Ampang are forever congested and confusing, so I only reached the station a half hour late. Thankfully, JK arrived another half hour late, which was the time when top Malay film director Bade arrived on location to do some sort of filming, starring Zarina AF. It's nothing interesting.

So the destination for the day is Look Out Point, which sits on... well, this hill bordering Hulu Langat. There are restaurants there, and I was told that the view of the city was spectacular. The road was winding and the sky was getting darker. We don't know where we are supposed to end up in.

Up and down the hill we went. JK wasn't sure of the exact location of the Look Out Point, so I just drove straight ahead.

Kilometres after kilometres, we found ourselves in some sort of village. Things looked like as if we were hours away from KL.

There were small houses, warong kopi, schools and motorcycle workshops lining the two-lane road. We took a random turn and spotted this very cool suspension bridge spanning across the river. In the river were little kids having a splashing moment.

The river looked cleaned enough to dip in. The water was cold, and the kids were amused by our presence.

There was a boy who was camera-shy, but was brave enough to show his off bridge-diving skills for our entertainment.

Look at JK shooting something from the miniature version of the Bay Bridge.

On the other side of the bridge was the main road. Up in the sky, we noticed the moon appearing 3/5 full.

Several helmetless motorcyclists were spotted using the bridge, too.

And one more picture before we leave.

Back on the road, and it was already twenty past seven. We headed back to the highest part of the hill which we went through earlier, where a Minangkabau-esque building sits on. True enough, there were some restaurants that were operating in the double-storey building. A few steps up the hill was the lookout tower. We thought we'd find suspicious couples making out up there, but no. Just some DSLR enthusiasts waiting for the right time to shoot the marvelous view of the Klang Valley.

Knowing that places with scenic views are a hit among local telemovie shootings, a special banner was displayed to warn all of us.

A good look-about was what we did before going back to the foot of the hill, nearby the one-day-old Carrefour Ampang. Cars were parked along the main roads for hundreds of metres. We didn't; we were lucky to find a spot near the covered parking lot. We thought of having dinner there, but was majorly disappointed with the shops that were not yet open for business. The only thing that was open were the shops on the upper level, where the hypermarket is. And wow, thousands of eastern Klang Valley-ites were seen rummaging through aisles of groceries, electrical appliances and clothes.

We spotted some funny-looking schoolbags catering to two very different potential buyers.

There was nothing Carrefour had to offer to us, so we got back on the road to begin our very special project. I had a brilliant idea of stalking someone. I can't tell who, but to give you some idea of who this person is, I can only share with you the fact that it's a guy, and he has appeared on I Got Shot In The City. Heheh...

We circled through so many neighbourhoods, taman-taman perumahan and asked several people, but no one gave us the exact location of this special address. In the middle of the search, we came across a pasar malam, where we bought some very tasty apam balik. I asked a group of young to-be mat rempits on where to find my stalkee's house, but they were making very dumb jokes that made me laugh loudly at why I'm even talking to them.

Back in the car and soon, JK and I spotted the first few signs telling us that the guy's house is nearby. I was cold all over and when we finally saw the house, I screamed with joy. We casually parked the car close to the house and surveyed the surroundings. Finally we had the guts to check out the front door. "Those are definitely his shoes," I told JK while pointing out a pair of dark-coloured shoes. JK had an idea of barging in but I am convinced that the guy isn't home. We took several pictures for memory's sake, then was alarmed by the twitching doorknob of the front door, and ran to the back of the house. I don't think I should continue this story because it might give away some more clues on the stalkee.

Back to the car where we finally got to talk at 70 decibels. I announced that it's time for us to end the night. Just before I dropped JK at MidValley, we visited the Lost Generation Space, a bungalow sitting on Robson Heights, where hippie artists live.

We were greeted by a group of MacBook users, and I ventured around to check out the places where the famous notthatbalai events happen.

A resident artist, believed to be known as Tobias [very friendly, at that], was using pages from a home property magazine as his inspiration for a painting.

Upstairs was the poet Rahmat Harun's [hope I got the name right] living quarters. Luckily JK is familiar with him, if not, it'll be rude to 'gatecrash' someone's room. But Rahmat was cool with our presence.

The night ended when I dropped JK at MidValley and drove back to my house. And that's it!