Madnesses and Methods

So I'm finally here in Malaysia, en route to Myanmar. In about a week or more, I've successfully exploded at my mother, burst with pride at my godsister's dance graduation, spent copious amounts of time with my dad before he left overseas (yes, leaving behind a just-come-home daughter ), eaten alive by mozzies in a very forgotten Christian cemetery, obtained dubious blessings from a Shiva-like Thai ascetic, and utterly confused my geography in the ever-mystifying maze that is KL.

Planning anything when my mum is around is an act of futility, given my family's inherent love for chaos. Distractions abound and taken to almost with obscene veracity. My mother doesn't speak in sentences, but in paragraphs - and if she wants to ask me something, she never actually just asks it- she has to outline the history of that question from its inception, offer me 25 options and why those options exist, and just when I've successfully tuned her out and wondering which Malaysian dish I should sample next, finally goes "So what you do you think?" and expects an instant answer.

Ah, home.

KL is a whirlwind this time. I'm spinning around in a city filled with banners of Bollywood stars, who are descending on the city for a concert/award thingy ( another one of those un-rememberable ones, so not surprised ) and of course I'm left out of the whole thing. Its my regular catchphrase now that all of Bollywood is exactly where I am not - but they chase after me and reach just as I've left.

Tag! I want to lose!

I can barely touch my friends the way I'm used to doing when I'm around. Its like I've got ADD, nodding absently at instances when I usually get emphatic and empathetic. Perhaps because this time around KL is my halfway house between family time and research time in Myanmar?

I have no answers right now. Perhaps they will resurface when I leave.

I need to make a move - Anniza's showered and is waiting to drop me off to Megamall before attending a meeting. That's what I seem to be doing most in KL - shop!