Adopt a Kid!

Phew! Just got back from the full month (1 month old) party of a friend (Gene)'s baby - was feeling pretty lethargic today so wasn't in the mood to socialise. Gene's house is a nicely made up HDB (housing development board (better known as high density building) - government body in Singapore which builds low cost flats) flat located at the far end of Singapore. Just getting there took us about 20 minutes. It was a smooth enough drive now, not much traffic and lots of beautiful scenery on the way. There were trees, trees and even more trees to see.

His study which is right in the middle of the living room was encased in glass. It was a nice place to display the baby and that's what he did! He put the cot in and the baby looked like a baby gorilla in a zoo being awed and stared and gaped at by noisy friends and relatives who had come to grace the occasion.

The baby is quite cute. Lucky parents! I have however, seen sick babies in hospital nurseries before. I remember it was a pair of brother and sister. I was really young when I saw them and I felt so sad and affected that I remember it to this day! The babies looked perfectly normal. They had tiny little feet and hands. They were wriggling like a little baby would. They had however, the biggest heads I have ever seen. Even my cousin who's known as "Tua Tow" (big head in Hokkien) has a head 2 times smaller than them little babies.

The babies' heads were about 2½ times bigger than a normal adult head. I'm don't know what medical condition it is called. I was about 6-7 when I saw them. All I know is that they looked like alien and that it looks painful just having head that size even though they were lying down... All I felt was pity, sadness and fear which leads me to my blog today.

My dad tells me "As long as you don't do evil, you'll be fine". But I find that to be untrue. Many people of whom I know and love had died of or had cancer. A good example would be my dear loving Mother. She died when I was 8. All Catholics, Christians and God-Knows-Which-Other-Religious-People always tell me that God has his reasons and I have only this to say to them: F**k off and go tell me the same thing when it happens to either or your loved ones. My grandmother who is 81 this year was diagnosed with cancer of the rectum in the middle of last year. The whole family was so worried when they heard about the misfortune as my grandma can be quite fragile at her age. Fortunately, the doctors did a good job and she's now free of 'em malignant neoplasms.

So anyway... back to my blog topic for today. I believe that anything bad could happen to anyone no matter how angelic or evil the person is. So that is why I refuse to have kids. My points are these:

1 - The kid might be born blind/ deaf/ dumb/ down syndrome etc.
(Not only do I have to spend my entirely life looking after the kid, it (either a she or he so the usage of "it" is appropriate for now) won't ever be able to enjoy a normal life.
2 - I might not be able to control myself and hate it
(A lot of Mums have told me that it is different when I become one myself. But then again, I am not of very patient nature. What if the retarded kid shits and cries all day? I might get so fed up, I'd just shove him down the rubbish chute like some stupid Singaporean did)
3 - I might be broke/ poor/ bankrupt
(It's okay if I can't give them a luxurious life. But what if it has to suffer with me? Wash dishes at the tender age of 5?)
4 - Give orphaned kids a chance
(If all goes well... and there is understanding from both sides (the kid and me), I would rather adopt an unwanted kid and give it the best I can.

There! Everyone I've told my idea/ thought/ suggestion to has only one word for me: CRAZY! Well... I don't think it is all that weird. Think about it. Isn't it logical? What do you think? Leave me your comments...