This is the time of the monthly attack, yet how fun to be going through the attack with enols. Nevermind if you don't understand enols - it's for people with head damage to comprehend anyway.
So of course, I was Facebook-ing (technology has hence created new words in our urban vocabulary) and found this article my friend posted on her page as a link.
Read it, it is interesting. Even more so is when it is an article written by an elite himself, criticizing the downsides of the very system that created him.
Then again, the flaws in the education system which he highlighted are but, in my humble opinion, within the same package you get from a meritocratic system. And this trend as he mentioned is not only apparent in the US - as of now, it is being replicated all around the world. I should think this is an inevitable result of, one, the pressure of a globalized "Knowledge Enterprise" economy; and two, a meritocratic education system.
As long as you want both, you will, after a few generations of students, observe the emergence of elite schools and from them, the trend that was mentioned in the article.
See, even in the US this is happening. What more of our system, right?
Thursday, October 29, 2009 08:49
I know I wouldn't be able to hold this in silence any longer. It is remarkable I let all the agitations subside over the night and write about these matters in a calm manner. I am becoming more mature, yay.
The lengthy yet constructive msn convo with my sister last night revealed to me just how I use the word 'hypocrites' excessively of late. Then again, there ARE just a tad too many hypocrites in my life recently.
A friend of mine has taken the trouble to help me revert my RA application to her boss, which I have nothing but ultimate gratitude towards the favour. But last night she got back to me with bad news. Okay, these things happen all the time, really. It's either they want you or they don't want. So to me at that moment, it was alright - maybe I'm just not good enough.
But upon deliberation over the issue, it is not just FINE to me anymore. According to my friend, the reason her boss gave her for rejecting me is, "what I wrote in my application is NOTHING SPECIAL". Please note that in the following I am not talking about my friend, but rather, her boss.
How has a Resident Assistant application got to be SPECIAL, when the questions asked were so standard and we were to write within word limits? Really, if it is SPECIAL ideas or scripts you are looking for, why don't you just look for "Creative Director" instead? Then it is fully justified and you'll get all the SPECIAL applications from SPECIAL applicants to read to your liking.
And of course, to dismiss my application form on the basis that it is NOT SPECIAL, you are but revealing the flaw in your selection system. How do you define an application form as SPECIAL? Flattering compliments, over-the-top flowery language, or out-of-the-world bizarre ideas? Then should you not look for an "Editor" instead? Sure, if those are the basis for your judging then yes, my application is so NOT SPECIAL.
By shortlisting candidates based on how SPECIAL their applications are, you have already assumed that ALL good and befitting candidates are ALL good writers. *Sarcasm ON*Oh-my-god, even a 12-year-old would laugh at how unlinked and stupid this assumption is. I didn't say you are stupid, I just said a 12-year-old would think you are stupid. Don't assume.*Sarcasm OFF*
Flattering compliments? I had none. All I had was the flaws in the management of this place and a list of how this place can be further improved for the benefit of future residents and believe me, it is a longg list and there is a vast room for improvement.
Over-the-top flowery language? I had none. All I had was a sincere, down-to-earth, matter-of-fact tone to bring forth my points, and to illustrate what I really think. I know exactly when I am really serious about something and writing my application was one of the things I did with utmost respect for.
Out-of-the-world bizarre ideas (for the event to propose)? I had none. I did not see the point in proposing something that is impractical, or stick to the safe ways of "yea another potluck or a trip to sentosa blablabla" because YOU know and I know, they are so stale. You can ask me personally what I wrote inside and honestly, I do not and did not find the idea boring at all.
Look, if you want to save the hassle from conducting another interview so you just want to reject me, you can just say the RA candidate is already chosen and you respect that decision the panel made. People will definitely understand and maybe they'll try again next time to prove their worth. But if you just come up with some dumb and lame excuse like "your application is NOT SPECIAL enough", honestly how much do you expect me to buy your story? It just makes you a total hypocrite, really.
By telling me what I wrote was not SPECIAL, it really intrigued me exactly what the other applicants wrote that were SO SPECIAL that warranted them their interviews and some even the appointment. I even told my friend she can pass the word to her boss, that I suggested they publish and make it public everything the RAs wrote in their application, especially the ones that just got appointed this round. Then it can serve as a justification of their selection system and also for the reference of future applicants.
I am not sarcastic at all. I mean, following your trail of argument that those who get the interview must have written something very SPECIAL during their application, surely those who get appointed must have written even MORE SPECIAL things. Surely, it's not something like another potluck or Sentosa trip and even more surely, it's way better than what I proposed.
So since the selection criteria are so stringent why don't you just make it public and show the future interested applicants hey we take pride in our selection system and only the MOST SPECIAL gets the job! So you don't anyhow apply because it will just waste your time!
My friend told me to try again, don't give up. On normal days I would. But her boss just completely killed any remaining sincerity I still had. Try again, you said? What I'll be writing in my next application would be the same as what I have written, because that's truly my opinion and that's what I believed in. I am not the hypocrite that sway and change what I believe in to suit market demands and get me up the management ladder. Even if I'm writing my application form for the hundredth time, it will still be the same as my first, which was completely regarded as NOT SPECIAL. So, try next time? What's the point when the same people are assessing my application using the same set of criteria - heart not important, abiilty to write takes priority?
When I told others about this mess, all of them said, unanimously, 不希罕. Well, yea, at least I know it's a lame excuse and never would I work for a hypocrite anyway.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009 22:18
Discouraged. Disheartened. To the point of feeling deluded.
Of all the promises and the facades deliberately created to construct this community. At a point I was even moved, motivated, inspired. I was made to feel the urge to contribute, to play a part, to make changes.
Most importantly, I truly felt, in the sincerest my heart could speak of, the urge to contribute, to play a part, to make changes.
When they say don't stop dreaming, because you'll never know, your dream may come true one fine bright sunny day.
Yes my dream did come true, except that it is one dark glum stormy night.
What, a contrast.
Call me a sour grape as you may, part of me is calling me so anyway. What I do not understand is why some people are denied their chances to prove their worth, when the importance is not even on merits? Sure, it is all about presenting yourself in an interview setting.
So why, oh just slam me with the reason why, is there even a need to 'shortlist' people based on nothing but black words from the application form, when the whole idea of selection is to find a person who can best carry the responsibility, and not pushing for academic excellence.
If the selection is based on the urge to serve, I have all my emails of active feedback to back me up. If the selection is based on the proficiency of English (as their mediocre minds read from the online application form), I do not and will not fare any worse either. Now I can proudly say this because prior to submission I have proof-checked and quality enhanced many times.
This part of me who still yearns to serve is getting increasingly annoying to the other, the more evil, half. I am not wrong to say all of us who applied deserve a chance to articulate our desires and vie on equal grounds. The eventual champion can then be 'legitimized'. It is disheartening to finally know the type of system they employ, to see that in the process of randomly shortlisting people some who wants the post for the wrong reasons could over-shadow the others with a genuine heart.
It makes me wonder, if my minuscule ability is ever going to make any changes to the tortoise-reflex management even if I got through the interview, assuming I have got the chance to argue my point through in the first place.
Monday, October 26, 2009 21:21
There is a plan, a masterplan it would be. I was having this trail of thoughts running in my mind, and that was how I conceived of this plan - a personal project I call it - just moments ago.
What do you want to look back on when you are sitting on an armchair in a hot afternoon, 50 years later? 50 years later is when you and I are but old, hopefully wise, grandpas and grandmas. Sure, given that we are currently at the prime of our years, the limit to what we are capable to achieve is endless. But, would you want your whole life spent on something you spend your undergrad years doing, and keep thinking back about the same type of things when you're 70?
Surely there can be more things to do than just one. Some people understood this, and they started doing business on blogshops, or they started making Youtube videos that could touch the lives of many. The big-hearted headed out to connect with the less fortunates, and many more of the religious have been evangelising in hope to enlighten the lives of many more. And the list just doesn't stop here.
These people are going to look back at their lives when they are 70, and feel satisfied because their lives have been meaningful. They did things they had passion for.
My aunt is an advocate for campus ministry. Religions aside, her life has been more interesting than with engineering alone. Some of my friends have been marvellous photographers, taking photos that speak more than a thousand words. I am sure when they grow old, these photos they took are gonna be the source of their comfort and satisfaction.
I am not going to let my days walk past me.
The idea of starting my own little 'project' came as I was on my way back. I have recently developed an interest in nail art, but how to fully maximise your tools and nail polishes and work on my interest when I only have ten fingers? And to let my interests take my further, I really need practise. Just ten fingers by myself is very far from enough.
My 'project' is to get people to lend me their nails so I can keep drawing and practising, and in turn they get manicure for free (okay I know doesn't quite sound like an appealing offer I mean what if it is hideous right). And everytime I do someone's nails, be it just for practise or to test out new ideas, photos will be taken as my personal keep. Because I can't keep their nails, that's as simple. I will keep doing it, keep taking photos, and until I am 70 and sitting on an armchair, I will look back at these photos which keep track of my years well spent.
All I need now are volunteers who are risk-takers themselves (this is really important because I don't want people to hate me for ruining the aesthetic appeal of their nails), and MORE MORE MORE MORE tools and nail polishes AND most importantly, interesting art designs!
So, if you have any of the above - nails to spare, nail polishes to spare, good deals to recommend, designs, or even a friend to spare - and most importantly, the INTEREST, contact me here or personally (:
Right now I have a few very kind-hearted people who are willing to be my guinea pigs. Thus the crucial part is whether I can live up to expectations and standards - theirs, and mine.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009 22:12
Weifen: "I know why you think he looks good. 'Coz he's got the exotic face."
So the moral of the story is, Ivy LOVESexotic-looking people.
Well, I have a half-Thai boyfriend who looks a lot like a Malay and he has curly hair. OF COURSE I LOVE exotic-looking people.
Not just people. I LOVE exotic-looking things too.
May it be exotic prints (and I don't restrict it to mere reoprard prince or ZEBRA preens) or exotic colours, and how-ever strange you find my definition for exotic is, yes, I only love pretty-looking things.
On a totally unrelated note, I finished my ORGANIC lab at 1540hr today! OMGness this is a freaking total of ONE hour and TWENTY minutes before time! Ah I just can't help swimming in pride whenever I think about it. Like I said, it is an ACHIEVEMENT alright. Okay if you always finish early for organic lab then go away I'm not talking to you.
I could have been done even sooner, but because there was only ONE IR spectrophotometer I waited for what appeared to be millenias before my turn finally arrived. I'm gonna be bad here so yes the people who did before me made mistakes again and again so I had to wait for them to finally hit the jackpot before I can even start making my product palette.
But it was an exhilarating experience indeed! What seemed to be like talc powder initially actually became a SOLID piece of translucent plate in the end! So exotic.
I'm beginning to actually LOVE Organic lab. It's an exotic experience.
Friday, October 16, 2009 23:00
Initially I had plans to write about why chemist is almost the most grossly underpaid job in the world.
Until when I accidently saw my reflection in the mirror as I was changing, there was no mood left to talk about money issues anymore. There is a more pressing issue.
I am much fatter than I was a month ago.
Self explainatory.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009 15:53
Oh my god this is so hilarious. I know I know it is so outdated because it is like a two-months-ago thing, and I know I know I'm supposed to indulge myself in either couplings or reports and not this.
Then again, you have to agree with me Mr Brown has a unique sense of humour. By unique I don't mean weird. It's in fact commendable in effort though.
You who spent your first two weeks of August in The Little Red Dot would most likely recognize the music. This is Mr.Brown's little parody (or rendition?) of his country's national day song "What Do You See", which I kept it looping for half an hour on my media player because it's simply so catch and funny.
You are strongly adviced to pause that minipod first
Le Kua Simi - What are you looking at All my friends say I’m a chiongster Who like to drink Teh Si My Civic may be lau pok chia(lousy car) But can almost hit 50 I just minding my own business Why the others all cut(overtake) me? They change lane don’t use signal and They always challenge me Le Kua Simi? Le Kua Simi?
See the light when turn green, see my super chio(pretty) rim Even though your car faster than me, my Honda still more swee(pretty) You may think you reach there faster then can order your ice cream Le Kua Simi…. My car more swee
I only earn 900 but my petrol 550 They say now is the downturn but my car got leather seat I know my car is not last forever Because of COE But a man must have his vision, and his density Wa Kua Simi Wa Kua Simi
Find more ger(girls) at the bar, when they see my new car You can feeling the tetno beat, my bass tube sibei tua(super big) I will drive you to Mt Faber and together we see star Le Kua Simi
Bridge: Le Kua Simi tonight Got sea and got mountain You and me tonight We going to reach Milky Way Together we can join to make the downpayment Get a better car than I can afford
Chor kang(Work) cannot keow kar(slack), I must work extra hard I must work in the sun until my face become chow tar(BURNT) When patience is a virgin, you must wait long long time No Ah Beng at the traffic light can hope to challenge me Le Kua Simi Le Kua Simi
Tuesday, October 13, 2009 23:14
YES I DID IT! I finished my lab in less than the stipulated seven hours and this is CM2121 ORGANIC CHEMISTRY we are talking about here so this is an achievement.
Okay I am indulging myself in cheap thrills.
But you can't blame me. Given recounts of horrible lab experiences which served a purpose none other than proving Murphy's law true, I headed towards the rumoured-malfunctioning-Buchner funnel-lab at S5 Lvl 5 with mental preparation for the worst case scenario.
Maybe it's not so much of me, but rather the influences from people who share the same fumehood column. Generally my row of four finished the quickest today, and I did not remember myself in a rush for any step at all. In fact, we spent a lot of time waiting and most of the time we were unsure of what to do next.
But in any case, I survived Organic chem lab unscathed! (Probably smelly fingers though.)
The silica gel column
My boiling water which never seemed to overflow when it boiled, even if I added almost to the brim!
XOXO
Monday, October 12, 2009 22:25
Probably the Nobel Laureates are to be blamed for our sufferings during our A's. Those who took A'level Bio or equivalents, or even those who are now segmenting their brains to accomodate the vast complexity of life - in short the Life Science majors - know how much it hurts the brain to keep internalizing facts, machineries, mechanisms.
It wasn't until 2001 that ribosomal structures became a known fact to man, thanks to the work of the three Laureates who received the Nobel in Chemistry just recently. Which means, it wasn't until after 2001 that knowing the machinery of telomerases and ribosomes became something that is expected of every Biology student. So it were YOU, who made my life miserable back then!
If the slight hint of sarcasm escaped from your eyes, I need to emphasize that the above is all but a joke okay. The part where they are to be blamed is, but the part where only recently that ribosomes were fully known to man isn't. And it is because of their decades of lab work in the dark that man today are able to live a more optimistic life or at least promised of a potential improvement in safeguarding the health of the entire human race.
So Laureates if you are reading this yes although you made my life miserable for two years there is still a heartfelt gratitude towards your continuous strive for the betterment of mankind. Now that the fruits of your labour open another gateway to a development of more targetted and efficient drugs, I am pretty sure the next, if not ours, generation will benefit so much from you.
I mean, traditionally un-cure-able (BAD BAD ENGLISH) heriditary diseases are now controllable with drug administration, and this doesn't happen without some people in the past who used to have a queer interest for viral DNA.
When they announced what type of research the Laureates did that fetched them this prestigeous award, I was genuinely surprised. Initially I thought for something so intellectually demanding as THE Nobel Prize, the discoveries should be earth shattering, or should have fanciful names that sound like they walked right out of The Encyclopedia of Biology of Organisms. Instead, they were two terms an A'Level Bio student would be so familiar with, you guessed it right, ribosomes and telomeres. And instead of staring in complete loss, I actually exclaimed, "Hey I know this!"
Awesome isn't it, to actually know what they are talking about IN A NOBEL PRIZE DISCUSSION. The plain awesome-ness is yet too complex to put in words. Or should I say, I have found new respect for people working dedicately for Science and Medicine - and I hate to say - I even found more respect for my often-nutcase organic chemistry professor.
So here are two videos about the works of such great people who would dedicate their lives to the lab for all of us. The first video is about the three Nobel Laureates in Chemistry 2009, and the second is for Nobel Prize in Medicine 2009.
20:38
Alas! Something decent to grace the face of my blog! 所谓好的东西可遇不可求, how true indeed! A little more than a week ago I was on Blogskins scanning for skins to my liking. But how disappointing then, when all the skins on display were either too fanciful or too childish or too colourful or simply just too ugly.
I thought to myself: Is it so difficult to see the beauty in simplicity nowadays? Why do people have to pour every contrasting colour on and make their skins look mumbo jumbo?
Today as I went on to blogskins.com again, this time with more skeptism and apprehension, and to my delight this marvellous piece came into sight!
So to complement this brand new intelligent sophisticated look of this blog, my posts from now on should be more polished, less haphazard, and more mature.
I can't help but keep coming to my own blog to stare at the sexy cello and listen to Mozart
Sunday, October 11, 2009 19:47
OMG! This is like THE best piece of news ever broken to me, EVER!
Listen!
MY DARLING SISTER IS GOING TO GET MARRIED!
Okay not my biological sister BUT YOU DO GET WHAT I MEAN DON'T YOU!
My heart was practically a hamster running on that round roller-wheel-thingy when she broke the news to me AND I AM SO EXCITED! I was in such a high excited state that I couldn't even converse in proper sentence structures and I couldn't help screaming OH MY GAWD! right into the phone - and right into her ears I suppose.
I remember there was once a time where the six of us gathered and talked about who amoung us was the first to marry. That was then, when we were young. That was then, when adolescence was such a beautiful and mysterious thing. That was then, when we knew, that certain things in the world are for the future and however much we talk about them, they are still not something we had to deal with.
That was then, but this is now. We have walked out of our adolescent years into adulthood, where our voyage continues til the day we say goodbye. The things we used to search into our futures for are laid right before our eyes now. It is now that we make life-changing decisions, marriage for example.
It is now, THIS is NOW.
AND OMGOMG!!! Even CAPS can't sufficiently bring across my excitement!!!!! And now even the most hated lab report doesn't look as dreadful anymore :D
09:12
It was so warm last night that I lay on the bed without covering myself with blanket. And because of the frivolous vanity I succumbed to, my nails were freshly painted red (or should I now say, RAD) before bed. As such I lay in a more-uncomfortable-than-usual position with my head turned sideways, and as a fortune-teller could well predict, I drifted to Lalaland not long afterwards.
Which means I woke up with numbed legs, numbed fingers and a sore neck. What a great way to greet my first Sunday spent in OKR.
Yesterday was fun. We had a fun time in the morning trying to cram everything possible into our heads, just to send rounds of panic whenever someone asked or said things which sounded not even remotely familiar. And oh gosh it was really a manslaughter during the test. I have to reinstate I AM NOT DUMB, just that my very trusted calculator chose to malfunction at that crucial period and gave me all sorts of unbelievable answers for inertias, bond lengths and B constants - which pretty much made up the entire paper.
Thank you my trusted calculator. Maybe I should recalculate my love and trust for you.
Or maybe, I am just dumb or I am a psycho-moto who cannot coordinate my fingers to the brain. Or maybe my fingers move quicker than my brain or maybe otherwise. Maybe, I'm just here finding excuses as well.
But in any case, I still didn't blow away Gambit' belated birthdays gathering. Two months ago my friends gave me this curling tong as a present, so I used it for the first time. The results were not disappointing at all! But the hair spray I swept from L'oreal warehouse sale was. It sprayed, instead of the entire bunch of locks, only on about one strand? God how much spray must I inhale before I got my entire head set! That's why in the end, I left without spraying much. But one thing to note, the curls stayed till the end of the day! Yay for me (:
Alas, a photo taken! After what has been a photo silence for like what, months?
And this was this initial product:
Friday, October 09, 2009 15:57
Weak women and male chauvinists.
I am not a feminist, but simply a believer in neo-gender equality. I strongly detest males who are so big-headed all the time. Equally detestable are females who go all out demeaning every kind intention of their male counterparts and treat them with an air of arrogance.
But worst of all, is a group of women meek as mice, who are overly submissive to the opposite gender, enslaving themselves to their (often) unnecessary and insensitive wants, in turn feed the growing appetite of the male chauvinists' ego. The mere existence of male chauvinists is undeniably the result of the existence of this group of weak women, who can't even speak up for themselves.
On my way to collect my done laundry I saw this pair of couple on their way out of the residence. All along I walked behind them, and they seemed to be in a hurry. It was obvious that the girl took special effort to doll herself up, while the guy wasn't too badly dressed either. She was wearing this pair of what I would call exotic killer heels - an obvious attempt to please the visual senses of her boyfriend.
Somewhere around Block E we reached a flight of stairs. Made of not cement but brick, there were grooves and jagged ends everywhere. Then out of the blue, the guy hushed his girlfriend in a way I wouldn't be very pleased if I was the girl. He kept complaining and muttering about how slow she was and kept hushing her to walk faster.
Yet, he made no effort to 'help' her walk faster by at least holding her arm.
The poor girl, being repeatedly reprimanded for being slow, tried hard to keep up with her boyfriend's large manly strides. But because of her pair of heels (stilettos) she had difficulty balancing her footsteps on that flight of stairs. And that's the main reason why she lagged behind him.
But even at his most insensitive remarks, she kept mum and tried hard to keep up in the most ungraceful manner thanks to the uneven ground. And that awful boyfriend of hers kept walking on, not even turning around to check on her.
If I were her, and if that guy was my boyfriend, I would have shoved my stiletto in his mouth the next moment he opened it to hurry me. Can't you see how difficult I am with balancing myself? And the reason I wore this pair of exotic stilettos was probably you once said you liked them! (At this point I'm imagining things)
Hoy, women! Get up on your feet! If men drive you up the wall then stand up and punch them back. What's the point of enslaving yourselves? If those men are so big-headed in the first place, then chances are they won't recognize your sacrifices anyway. ***
On an unrelated note, my rabbit is sick today. Hope he gets better by tomorrow. Ivy you really have to study already. No time no time!
Thursday, October 08, 2009 20:45
Recess week #2 aka campus-wide E-learning week is approaching its end. Soon, everyone will go back to everyone's almost-rigid routines and I'll revert to my "snooze alarm -> wake up -> panic -> wash up in great haste -> to lesson I go" mornings.
In any case today was about to be a normal LEARNING day with my rabbit, until SHE came within my sight at science canteen. The sight of her silhouette evoked such a strong rejection within me that I almost muttered "BITCH". Of course, the piece of memory in the past that trailed continued to ruin my beautiful day.
To let you know HER better, I ought to first describe my first impression of HER. When I first saw HER, I knew SHE was the queen bee type. Blessed with pronounced cheekbones, a pair of doe eyes and nosebridge of just the right height, her face is one that is difficult to forget but easy to be confused with other "just another chiobu". I admit I added a little of my own sentiments in the last part of the previous sentence, but fortunate enough for her she had almost all a girl wants on her face. So yes, initially I thought she was pretty.
I knew just what type of girl she was right from the start. I have met many. They are usually the ones who make the worst remarks about others to make themselves a notch cooler, or feed their ego by having everyone around them do their biddings. Of course it takes two to clap and she wouldn't be a queen bee without her minions constantly buzzing around like slaves, but since this post is about HER I shall be nice and spare her minions.
But what I did not know was how blunt and blatant she could actually be towards a fellow countryman aka me. I know I say mean things too but I don't say things that stab right into people's hearts or at least, I have the courtesy to not break that person's heart right in front of him/her, right in front of everybody.
I could remember clearly that sentence SHE said that brought me down. Ever had anyone said anything right in your face that made you feel so bad that you just wanna break down on the spot or just jump down a building? At that point in the past, this was exactly how I felt. Never in my life had everything that made me, me, been shattered to pieces just because of something someone said.
"你们怡保出产的,品种是跟我们吉隆坡人不一样的"
Seriously, if you don't find something funny, you can well just keep quiet. How does saying such a hurtful thing make YOU better or more human than me? How is it even justified?
If you have trouble understanding the chinese above, she was actually saying that I am from a different (a grade lower) BREED, and she was implying at MY TOWN, IPOH, breeds second grade product aka girls when compared to the oh-so-great KL, where she comes from.
Seriously, bitch, we are all humans. We don't differentiate ourselves by our BREEDS. In what era are we living now, I wonder, to still have a certain class of people looking down on other groups? Have you NOT progressed in civilization at all? Tell me, if you are a normal person, would you not be indignant when such a hurtful remark was passed to you?
I was so upset at the time that I did not retaliate. Under normal circumstances I will, but at that point in history, I was so hurt, SO F*CKING HURT that all I wanted was a corner for me to cry.
Loser, I know. But the impact of this incident is so great, that even til today as I am recounting to you, my heart still bleeds and my eyes still well up.
Now you know why I say, the biggest snob I've ever met come from my homecounrty, from a city called KUALA LUMPUR which everybody loved. Well, everybody except me now.
Friday, October 02, 2009 11:51
Not so surprisingly I woke up nearly 45 minutes later than usual this morning. The reason was clear - I did not set my alarm clock last night to commemorate my survival from semi doom's day aka CM2121 mid-term test. After a quick (30 minutes) wash up I was on my way to meet Leonard and my rabbit for breakfast.
Just as everything was going on like a normal breakfast I made a decision to crack my second half boiled egg by myself, instead of letting the self-proclaimed crack-egg-pro do it.
What a terribly wrong decision to make, and it totally ruined my clothes.
Either the chicken who bore the egg was sufferring from osteoporosis or I have too much calcium in my thumb, I totally made a HOLE in the egg. Okay if you really can't imagine what I just said, let me phrase it again. When I applied what appeared to be little pressure on the egg to crack it open, my left thumb literally sank into the egg.
And I successfully created a disaster. It was totally a catastrophe, because I made an explosion.
"The egg like really exploded, la!" said Leonard.
Being a half boiled egg, the contents were not even close to solid at all. So what happens if you forcefully compress a liquid? You get it splashing everywhere! So in less than half a second my BLACK shirt and my favourite pair of shorts looked like some kid threw up digested egg on them.
I looked totally disgusting. I even thought I looked like I threw up on myself.
The ironic thing is, the one who exploded the egg is a person known for her skeletal frame, and not the Herculean-built Leonard who was sitting just opposite me. How can a skeleton frame that is supposed to be flimsy and fragile burst open an egg when this never happened to Hercules right?
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