animal farm.

an old tale you may think, but once again, a bird has fallen into yours truly's balcony. broken wings, and fairy-dusted eyes, one would almost think he was God-sent, a fallen angel, until he opened his miniature godzilla beak and tried to scare you. not once, but twice.

it was hilarious considering our prominent size differential, and sorely rude, i must highlight, because i was seriously just bird-chatting a few words of concern with him. i politely advised him that he should up the volume of his chirps so that his family and friends may hear his sos calls and come bring him home.

perhaps he did not understand english, or maybe, he just found me naggy. i felt unwelcomed, and walked through that door back into the room, respecting the privacy he wanted. ironical turn, wasn't he the intruder?

anyway, mum and dad built him a home that night. he was not as lucky as the green glamorous bird who probably belonged to the model runway in the bird world. while miss.green who dropped by a few years back had a sweet pink hotel, his home was a shoebox inn. and evidently, i did not think he enjoyed the dinner my parents provided. i now know a little more about him, he did not like the taste of guinea pig's food.

as the sky lighted the next morning with shiny bulbs, all that was left was a lonely shoebox. i did not get to say goodbye and was feeling quite remorseful for probably having come across as unfriendly to him. it is funny how i now walk by birds and wonder if he is one of them, and if he remembers me. i hope he is okay now, because the last i heard, my mum said he hopped off the balcony. whether he just dived head down onto the cemented ground below or glided into the blue skies above, my mum was not certain. i would choose to think it's the latter.

animal farm, yes that's the closet identity of my humble home. i've hosted two birds so far, along with mika, the smarty pants pup dressed in a black rabbit's coat.

oh, before i go, news freshly hot from the oven: the newest visitor to my home is a bee. i am not going to be friendly though. visiting my home more than dozen times a day is harassment. this may jolly well track back to another animal story during my short stay at a local university's hostel. it may sound made up and conjured by hallucinations, but it is true. a green flying insect built a nest in my stereo set (?!), but i shall digress.

i need to digest all these, and convince myself that my life is afterall hmmm, normal.