The Festival of Light.

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I'm not an Indian, I'm a Malay. Deepavali doesn't mean anything to me.

That's not right.

I'm not an Indian. I'm Malaysian. Deepavali rocks.

First of all, I get to wake up early on Saturday, drive down to the middle of KL for a photshoot session at a foodcourt. It took me all of 30 minutes to get to KL from Subang Jaya.

Earlier. on Friday as I was driving along Jalan Ipoh where my office is situated, I get to see the colors of Deepavali. Lots of flowers, colorful lights, pretty ladies in Saris.

Today, I had dinner at Hard Rock Cafe. Most of the patrons are Mat Sallehs. They look like they're in love with the city.

This is Kuala Lumpur, the heart of Malaysia.


  1. nice pic and nice editing! love it. proud to be malaysian!