Chicken in da house

Right. My mother’s friend gave her a chicken last week. A very weird-looking one. It’s not the normal breed you see in television. Actually, I don’t know. That’s what she told me lar.

Where’s the head?! Too cold I guess since the weather was pretty windy.

Anyway, my mother’s returning the chicken cause we’re no chicken lovers. Couldn’t stand the smell. Looking at the pictures already reminds me of how bad it is. Yucks.

And I always meet people I’ve never seen for years in my dreams recently. Like those old primary and secondary school friends, fellow NSers that I have not met since the program ended, acquaintances that I would never thought of calling or SMSing and even some random ones that I wouldn’t recognize when I bump into them on the street. I acted very casually most of the time, cried and laughed in a few. But what exactly are these dreams trying to tell me?