Monday, August 01, 2005
there's a friggin'
bird in my house and it refuses to leave.
according to my sister, it has been in the living room since the afternoon.
you know, God says everything happens for a reason.
so what's the purpose of this pretty little yellow-green bird in my house?
perhaps it's to benefit the bird.
maybe it's too sick to fly, so a great way to end its life is to get electrocuted by the ceiling lights.
whatever the case, the constant chirping is kinda irritating after a while. reminds me of To Kill a Mockingbird.
I blogged @ 8:39 PM
jasmine goh
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