Growing up in Kuala Terengganu, we were spoilt for choice when it came to open houses, not so in Kuala Lumpur. The mass exodus of KL folks (of all races, mind you) means during the Hari Raya period means no one actually celebrates it here. You could run around naked on the streets of Kuala Lumpur and no one would bother you (except perhaps the boys in blue).
Fortunately, my old friend Fazleen elected to stay back too, and we had a place to visit.
|I think we were kinda early?|
|No matter, we felt right at home:)|
|We were introduced to 'Kuzi'..|
|Cat, Brendan & Fazleen|
|together with Fazleen's Angels :-)|