A faulty radio and I have to be one. I have no choice; if I've had a choice, I would have shared with the world all the various channels that I could be receiving. I wanted the world to know about the various issues constantly encircling their lives. I wanted the people to stop being ignorant about their surroundings. I wanted them to open up their senses - sight, hearing, mind, touch, taste et cetera. I wanted the kids to learn of the past so that they could learn from historical mistakes. I wanted everyone to be aware of the good and the bad, of empty promises and fulfilled wishes, of the ultimate truth and nasty lies. I wanted my family, friends, even strangers to see the world for themselves and not for some dark forces behind their aching backs.
And I have to be that faulty radio since August. My speakers are tied up because something is biting off the wire connecting my brain to speakers. It even threatened me that unless I agreed to censorship, the tong sampah would be my final destination!
How long do I still have to suffer? After all, I'm capable of becoming a world-class radio. But with my hands tied, the world class aim proves too much of a hassle...
About Me
- kitnotkeat
- Kitnotkeat is a young lass up north. Call her KIT Yee, not Keat or Cat Yee - they give her migraines all the times. Dangerous when mean. Really mean. But generous with comments and critiques. Docile when hungry. An ardent fan of exquisite food. Bribe her with chocolates and cakes and she'll do what you say. Bitch about her behind her back and boy, you are asking for nothing but troubles. That is why it is always advisable not to let her find out your bitching or she'll be cursing you like there's no tomorrow.