Our most interesting venture this week was a return to Kwong Tong cemetery, which we started to explore last week. From Tun Sambanthan monorail station we walked up quiet and pleasant roads into another bit of Malaysian history.

In this area you can see the grave of Lim Lian Geoh, who spoke out for cultural pluralism and diversity; the monument to the victims of the Japanese occupation, with its moving epitaph; the grave of Yap Ah Loi; and the Kuomintang Cenotaph commemorating the Chinese who returned to China to fight the Japanese.

But you can also enjoy more of the views and the feeling of space that we relished last week. So quiet... Just the birdsong, the dinging of a bell for a puja, the brief rattle of fire-crackers near the temple, and the gentle clink of implements as a descendant tidies his ancestor's grave.





















Otherwise, it's been an extremely busy week at work, and therefore a quiet week on the exploration front.

Souffle has been a bit of a theme. We tried out Maison in Pavilion. They do a lovely apple tart, but their speciality is souffle. Pretty good. If a souffle is supposed to turn out "fluffy but still a bit wet on the inside", then this -- despite its slight list to port -- was spot on.

Along the same, cholesterol-elevating lines is Secret Recipe's new Hanjuku cheese, which is designed to be a cross between a cheesecake and a souffle. Shwe and Wellington thought it was awesome.





Given that we're still relatively new to this area, we're also still trying out different local breakfast places. RRR or Rahmat Rezeki Rakyat (good dosa) and Syed (good roti) are both acceptable. But our favourite so far is the Nice Chapati Cafe. The chapatis are in fact very nice, and come with a lovely dhal and a fantabulous minty chutney. Nigel also gives full marks to the prathas.

And if you're doing the rounds at Sunway Putra Mall, Narenj is a nice spot for a spicy lunch. Below is the black pepper beef.



Finally, I know we've done these twinkly trees to death -- but honestly, I think they're amazing. They brighten my trot home from work. They brighten our evening strolls when we're trying to get our steps up (a lost cause, it seems, at the minute). Every tree ought to have a spangly evening dress.

Keep on glittering, guys. I love you all.