

2 weeks into life in Doha and she continues to amaze me... Recently, Mr. Wong, my boss, brought Khoi and I to the Pakistani area in Doha.
We happened to walk pass a shop, nothing on display, with just 2 square segregated area of chickens. Live chickens quacking or chickedeeing away whatever sound they make, can't remember the correct onomatopoetic word.. Whatever..
The next thing that happened was, Mr Wong orders a chicken and the man behind the counter picks one chicken up and asks, "Skin? No?"
Wow, that man is going to kill the chicken, "live" from the Pakistani area in Doha. Cool. Would you eat the chicken if you see it killed in front of you?