asian dreaming

What is it with these films that make me want to jump fully into an asian culture so much? It happened to some extent with a few films I saw last year (incidentally, while studying Asian Cinemas for my Cinema Studies major at university)...but this one has done it a lot more completely.

I walked out of Memoirs of a Geisha and almost felt like I was in Malaysia. The Jam Factory almost has that tinge to it, that I'm sure none of you know what I'm talking about. But for that faintest of seconds, I was sure as I came out of that cinema that I actually was in a shopping complex in KL, and that it was going to be a nice, cool 27-degrees outside of the air-conditioned comfort, with humidity enough to drown a fish in. And as I walked towards the exit, I passed a small place that had those signs up. Roti Canai. Fresh made.

The fried kuey teoh tonight didn't help much. Nor talking to the elder lady at Little Malaysia on Liverpool St about how much chilli I wanted in it.

Am I missing Malaysia? For all the time I have spent there, it still pales into comparison to the years I've lived here in Australia. So why does it still feel like home?