Of Secrecy and Stupidity

I'm a 'secret' aunt.

I didn't know the extent of reality nor how much it would touch me, until I saw the 'secret' kiddo yesterday.

And he smiled at me, the very first time we met - a sweet shy smile that indicates liking... an affinity.

Now, I have legitimate reasons for shopping at Baby Gap and Baby Old Navy.


There is a reason for everything that happens on the surface of this Earth. Nothing happens for no reason. Everything is created by the Hand.

The kid is here in this world for a purpose.

I'd like to believe, so am I.


Speaking of existence, I was so frustrated at work today, I wished I had the means there and then to annihilate the entire species of stupid thick-headed people in this world. People who don't listen. I immensely detest people who don't listen.

Or is it that I don't speak simply enough to be understood?

If this were the States, I'd have done on impulse, no less, those pull-out-a-machine-gun-and-go-on-a-shooting-spree-at-office-mates kind of action shit. And appear front-page on the Straits Times tomorrow morning.

There you go - my third stab at fame.

Maybe, that's my purpose for being put into this world - to save humankind from being infested with the deadly disease called Stupidity, that, to date, has no permanent cure. If you'd thought the short outbreak of SARS was a rude awakening to our peaceful little green island, pry your eyes and wake up - stupidity is here to stay.


Never ever get me started on the topic of stupidity. My friend Les knows best. I'd get so aggitated and I'd be so mean and I would know no end. I don't claim to have an IQ of 180 but I'd like to think I have some good common sense at least to interact with other human beings.


Ok, stop Fatmama... STOP.