Dirty, sleazy, ramshackle stalls, junk packaging littering the street, the smell of exposed sewerage, portugese grilled fish and roasted chestnuts mingling with the ting-ting of the mollasses man, clang clang and sizzle of the stir fries and the fruit vendors yelling all sorts of unintelligible slogans. Live on, Petaling Street aka Qi Cheong Kai. My heart goes out to all homesick Malaysians. dirtee1