bird.

a bird flew into my house today, even though the windows were shut tight and sealed with sealant silicon. like watertight. we did it to prevent the flooding entering the home.



it was a little bird, a small common one. it looked like a mynah as it was black. but it had wings.













i had NO idea how it entered. and so i asked it as it hopped along the sofa happily. as i was about to ask it half flew to the coffee table and jumped onto the tv remote, switching on the television. it then hopped over to the starhub cable remote at the other end of the tableand switched the channel from channel 8 to mtv. (on cable, that would translate to switching from channel 3 to channel20).


sadly, yet another of rihanna's hooker-like videos were on. the bird was turned off apparently, so it switched the channel to 24, star sports, to watch wimbledon highlights. home favourite henman crashes out!

as the bird watched highlights of henman-lopez, i crept up behind him. he didn't notice or sense me as his little eyes were transfixed on crisp volleys and slices that screwed the grass.







i tapped his shoulder and asked. "Hey how did you get in here??"









the bird was clearly quite shocked and hopped away a hoplength. it didn't reply, and almost choked on the grape it had within its mouth. probably koped.














"all the best for your prelims!" said the bird as he half-choked half-swallowed the grape to a safe region in its digestive system.



"my prelims are over you bird," i replied to his well-intended wishes.


"all the best for your prelims!"



"i've already screwed it up and tell you ah, sure flunk one."















then the bird hopped over to the tv remote and switched the television off.





"no more tv for you!!" it squawked as it flew through the glass.





















so it was a magical bird. the kind you see.... no no one has seen it. i'm the first and only one to have seen a magical bird.













i picked up my heavy duty catapult with a tensile strength of 1000000000000 newtons and rushed over to the window. good the bird's flying was darn slow and was only about 2m from the window. i took aim and shot.

















piang! i forgot about the glass.
































































oh well, obviously the above story has been fabricated out of my wild wild imagination and is fiction.

i wish the part about me flunking prelim2 was fiction too though. and yes, tim henman is out of wimbledon. sad.




and hopefully God would be with thaddeus' family and friends. he's a nice guy. met him at j8 las ttime and he was with some rj people. then he asked me if my batch still had 3 prelims. i said y and he smiled. or laughed. oh well. he's in a better place now, but it's still hard to believe.