-Dari mata kawan saya.
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.