I've been cooking since I was 14, and I didn't feel anything much towards the food/animal whenever I've to slice/dice/marinate them. But today... I suddenly felt so bad for the little black chicken in my hands... of course its the packet type I bought from NTUC, I've no guts killing anyone/anything. Maybe its because I've never handled a whole chicken in my entire cooking life... as I examined its body closely, looking at its half closed eyes, I suddenly felt so sad for the little fella, must have been a painful death... on the spur of the moment, thoughts of being a vegan did cross my mind (but then again, I would have to cook for the family n would have to handle poultry, unless they become vegans too), no more chicken, pork, fish, beef, mutton etc... but how can I, a chicken love live without chicken meat?? So there goes my sympathy, down the sink...