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KATA-SUARA 3

featuring

Chuah Guat Eng
Gerald Chuah
Dangsuria Zainurdin
Dewangga Sakti
Jiwa Rasa
Siti Zainon
U-Wei Shaari
Zakaria Ali

Date:
Saturday, 15th march 2008
Time: 5pm
Venue: RA Fine Arts, 6 Jalan Aman off Jalan Tun Razak

Food and Drinks Provided. Admission Free.

Directions:


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Or if you choose to take the LRT, take the Kelana Jaya line (Putra line), and drop off at the Ampang Park station. Coming out of the ticket turnstiles, turn right and take the escalators up to get to the Ampang Park shopping mall. Go round Ampang Park and walk across the pedestrian bridge over Jalan Tun Razak to get to City Square. Walk past City Square and Empire Tower beside it to get to Jalan Aman, which is a small road by the side of Empire Tower. RA Fine Arts Gallery is the white bungalow house on the corner of the road with the number 6. You can't miss it.

And if you're interested, there'll also be an art exhibition launch earlier that day at 3pm at the same place.

Comments

  1. Ted, most likely I have to read this Saturday because I suddenly have an order to travel extensively this April. Haha, that always happens in my family.

    p/s: I just need 7 minutes!

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  2. Hmmm... I'm not sure if that's possible but we'll see. We might not have time.

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