Guinea PIg

Today i saved a guinea pig. Apparently, an old lady was carrying it when it flew off the balcony of a HDB flat and landed on a branch of a nearby tree. Don't ask me how it flew. The only possible reason was that the old lady flung it but never mind. She said it flew, so okay, it flew. Maybe it's one of those flying squirrels, same goes for the guinea pig. When it opens up its arms, there's a blanket like thingy which helps it fly. New species of guinea pig.

ANYWAY, the point it, i swung (yes i swung, not flew) from the balcony, somersaulting into the air like those trapeze acts, and landed on the branch. It's a thick branch by the way. Okay so i didn't somersault, but i really did swing like tarzan so i could reach the tree. It's 2 stories high by the way, so i wouldn't plummet to my death or anything if i had missed. But usually i don't miss. I'd like to think I'm talented enough not to miss. Haha but i'm not. I'm just lucky. But i didn't think of possible consequences at that point of time. So i picked up the pig and stuffed it into my shorts. There was no pockets. Where else could i put it? Certainly not in my mouth. It was wriggling a lot and i think it made a hole in my pants so yeah well. Can sew it.

After i smartly got the pig, i realized i could not possibly swing myself back to the HDB flat. Fantastic right? So who were called to save ME? Fire brigade. GEEZ. BUT thank goodness, while the old lady was making the call, i decided to try to climb down. And somehow i managed it, scraping my knee a bit. Hmm I'm quite good at climbing down trees.

I think i know why. Mum explained it to me before. I can climb down from anywhere very well. But i can rarely climb UP. That's cause i was trained from young. Dad used to put me on branches at botanical gardens etc. But he always forgot to take me down. And then he'll disappear to drink kopi or something. So in order to survive, i had to learn how to climb down. I'm like a backward monkey. I can hug things and slide down very well, but my legs aren't long enough to go up. Maybe that's why I'm terrible at rock climbing. My backside is simply too heavy to lift up and go UP. But my abseiling is like whooaaa... haha... Okay granted that i usually slip off the platform before i am ready to abseil but that's' another story.

Alright enough of the musings of loisa. I just wanted to blog about how the dooms day of a guinea pig was turned into live day.

oh here's a picture of a guinea pig that looks similar to the one i saved.