Happy, Ethnic Hippy

this is what i would've written last night if my internet was working =P

Petaling Street – still the love of my life.
I’ve felt the hippiest that I’ve been for ages, it’s so refreshing! I’m talkative and bubbly, and I’ve regained my enthusiasm for ethnic/unique/quirky/colourful jewellery, clothes and accessories again!

I just couldn’t help but share all my new buys, which I’m extremely happy with! Well, they just seem very Jeannie.

Oh, and I absolutely love the atmosphere in Petaling Street. They’ve sort of cleaned up the place, there was a huge group of policemen patrolling the area which prompted the running VCD sellers, walkie talkie in hand to alert the others. But everything seems organised and they even have Malay music streamed in from speakers attached to the pillars. I’m afraid though, that soon enough the character of the place will die when they commercialise it even more.

However, it was good to see the familiar faces of the Ghurkhas in my favourite Nepalese stones store. Surprisingly (or unsurprisingly?) a few of the fellas recognised me – which encouraged me to buy these bracelets! The guy even threw in a free jade rabbit, just ‘cos he hadn’t seen me in a while.

And then I bought a string of beads, in the hope I’ll do something with them. They look kinda nifty as a necklace too though!

And then there are the fish – which hopefully I’ll turn into (a) necklace(s) too..

And my really funky beaded bracelet! So Indian! haha.. maybe this’ll match my Punjabi suit.

And, I nearly forgot.. my new hippy like bag! My my, I didn’t realise just HOW into the whole hippy thing I was.

Ooo.. and after about 3 hours of non-stop walking, and after a cup of soya cincau and air mata kucing [an aside: I shall never forget Braeden asking in his unsure, deep Canadian voice, “Is there meant to be stuff inside this

? And, when assured that air mata kucing DID have weird things inside, “Oh, it’s good then!”], we were just about to leave. Suddenly, at the entrance to the street, there appeared a very hippy shop indeed! I say appeared because, it was suddenly there, when it wasn’t there before! The skirts caught my eye first, and then the bags, and ooohhh.. everything was so NICE! hahaha.. I ended up buying wrap around skirts. But, not just any wrap around skirt, magical things from magical shops!
It’s pink and blue and purple (magic #1)
and it can work both as a skirt AND a top (magic#2)
and it cost just above 10 AUD (magic #3). Things just sound so much cheaper when you convert the currency. (This works both ways, when is Australia, DO NOT convert currency). Anyway, look at the magic below!

this is the top.....

this is the skirt....

Voila! Happiness is finding your little niche. haha. Mine’s Petaling Street.

What a nice feel good day. Spent with family, it was awesome! Not even the terrible kl drivers and the pouring rain could put me off. Oh, or the terrible meal I had. First AND last meal ever in the Ship. With a reputation like that you’d expect better, but I must say I was terribly disappointed with the stale bread, terrible wine used for cooking and the rather fishy crab. No hard feelings though, my stomach is still alright, so I shall just part ways with the (sinking) ship and wish that they find more suckers, erm, I mean customers to enjoy their … food.

Best day in ages. Rounded it off enjoying the movie The Promise with my parents. If nothing else, it was entertaining, and left us with something to laugh about.

I’m tempted to end using the old diamond in the rough analogy about Petaling Street. A little rough on the edges, a little worn for wear, but inside, still a gem. =)