"Miss, miss, chip, chip"
...went the cry as I walked through China Town markets, not called that, called Petaling Street (or PS Boutique by locals with tongue in cheek). It was hot, crowded, bossy and rude as far as markets go. True, there were more rows of shiny watches with big names on then I have ever seen, more(mans name) logo polo shirts than I ever cared to see. Pruder handbags, tag higher watches, mint blank pens. I reached critical consumer point quicker than you could spill palm sugar juice down the front of your white shirt (I did). Remember, more is always better girls and boys and cheap more that people think was expensive better again.