KL, Point of Saturation...

Once more I find myself seated in one of Asia's many internet-facilities filled with bleeps, bad Celine Dion songs and screams from beyond the grave while a constant rumble of gunfire fills the public space like static. I really must look for one of those places where there are no speakers attached to the computers. The concept of wearing headphones is one that raises startled eyebrows in this part of the world. "What do you mean private space? Is that something that comes with a five bedroom apartment on the riverside?" "What do you mean ear damage? Is that something that comes before or after the brain damage we inflict upon ourselves by playing games online all day?" It seems that kids here can kill monsters with three heads before they even have mastered their first words. I've seen 4 year olds playing Ragnnarok and Doom Something-something with concentration that is sometimes to be seen on the faces of the great chess minds of the twentieth century. And the older ones seem to try to defeat their opponents with the noise coming from their speakers. At least they will not be able to hear the commands the redneck-general in the computergame gives them because of malfuncioning eardrums. Right now some 10 year old kid is shooting some Muslims to the other end of the world while an exstatic voice is spurring him on. And that for a country run by Muslims... Makes me whish the crepy guy with his left hand always in the pocket of his pants was still sitting there, at least he didn't use the speakers while surfing seedy websites featuring non-veiled chubby ladies. Yup, private space is a faraway luxury in some parts of the world.
Today I found myself wondering once more what to do with all my free time here in KL. This was only moments after glancing up once more at the Petronas Towers glittering in the blazing hot skyline of Kuala Lumpur. (By the way, do real soldiers also have to play this mind-numpbing games before they are unleashed upon the world with their artificial intelligence? Well, they sure will be stress-resistant when all hell brakes loose, at least on the noisy part of the whole war thing.)
So I went to a little cemetary somewhere on my tourist map of KL and wandered around taking care not to step on snakes or hidden gravestones. I noticed there is a point of saturation when travelling around for longer periods. I guess the first (By Allah, give me a grenade so I can shut these motherfuckers with their mouse-controlled machineguns up!) signs are sleeping trough half of the day to shorten them, no longer feeling tempted to buy T-shirts saying 'the Tallest Twin Towers in the World" or "I banged my clock in Bangclock" and so on. Other signs include $#@*ucking hell co=*%$ckers Die Die Die!!! I'll bl&*^%$##@%#%7.*&^^&%$#ll out of ya ya little &%$$#@@$.....

I shall return to you all after a little meditation time in the Batu Cave, and after having supplied myself with industrial ear-protection...

Ps: look out for a movie going under the name "Kung-Fu Hustle", it's Kung-Fu slapstick taken to a new level due to the digital revolution falling into the hands of Mr. Stephen Chow. Sometimes a little bit tiresome during the fighting sequences, but the visual fun is beyond camp and the humour beyond cheesy, hell it's beyond the things the artificially inseminated spawn of Steve Martin and Leslie Nielsen would consider to be cheesy. (Check out the Roadrunner sequence between the landlady and Chow...)