Dream

I dreamt last night that on the way home from school, I ran into my army friends who just returned from outfield.

They stank like a mixture of rotten toenails and crushed snails. They were all like " eh!! you Chao keng ah!" And they "hugged" me.

I burst awake to hear the garbage truck moving out. shaking the smell throughout the neighbourhood, and taking with it, half a week's trash.

And we start another day.