One of the amazing things that happened whilst I was in Malaysia was that, whenever I had a craving for a kind of food, it was always available. Especially when I'm in the car, on the way to visit someone's house and I say or think "I hope they have roti jala" or "I really miss eating potatoes" and when we'd get there, boom. They had it. Exactly what I wanted. It was magical. But here, whenever I crave murtabak or kueyteow... it's just a dream.