Text and Photos by Jeneen R. Garcia published on 28 February 2008 “I give you good price, lah !” The Chinese vendor was eyeing me from underneath a bunch of bead necklaces hanging over our heads. Across the street, a dark-skinned Indian had said the same thing about a pack of souvenir magnets, which I later got for a lower price at another stall. I was at Jalan Petaling, at Kuala Lumpur ’s famous night market. Said to be the domain of Chinese merchants, the street was surprisingly peopled with just as many Indians, Malays, Pakistanis, and dan lain-lain (other races) peddling the same wares. This was truly Malaysia --a melting pot of Asian cultures with nobody losing their native identity and everybody getting along just fine despite. Which made it all the more important that I drum up my best Asian bargaining skills. “Five ringgit each for four,” I said. A European couple stopped to check out the necklaces. I kept silent as they bargained an...