- Kerryokee -

All over the island, hapless machines are being repeatedly subjected to extreme torture for the cruel, meaningless pleasure of Singaporeans, on a daily basis.
This is a darker side of the city-state that is not openly publicised; denizens have struggled hard for years to come to terms with themselves and their sick game.
It is a cruel sport, one not unlike fox-hunting, and one which enables man to further stamp his authority on machine.

I think people who do evil things in their lives get reincarnated as TV sets in KBox booths. Or microphones. Either way, they get the backlash of their karma with people screaming away at them in disastrously strained and off-key tones for no apparent reason. Cold-blooded murderers, depraved rapists, avaricious burglars, no being that committed a heinous crime in its past life is spared. All find themselves subject to a life of shrill serenading and discordant tunes.
There has to be something morally reprehensible about it all. It ought to be outlawed, particularly when the victim of this relentless torment is incapable of self-defence.
So the next time you go venting your frustration at a KBox outlet somewhere near you, think about the grave injustice you're dealing to a TV screen which has no way of fighting back and reflect on yourself.

Now excuse me, Project Superstar's back on the telly and I want to see how they sing before I go karaoke.