On a drizzly Friday afternoon, an overcast sky casts a grey pallor and a looming sense of dreariness. But in a quiet Shah Alam neighbourhood, this tableau of gloom is pierced by the strains of a particularly raucous rendition of Teresa Teng’s classic Tian Mi Mi wafting out of the confines of one of the houses.
In that home, doors have been thrown open, revealing a lush, verdant garden outside. Inside, a long table heaves with food like sandwiches, mini tarts, chocolate cakes, chicken pies, cheese and fruit platters and kerabu meehoon.