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?
