(This is my first blog, I'm a newbie and an amateur, hehe - how exciting! I can remember years ago that I said to myself that I am going to write something like a blog or similar to share stories with my friends. Well, I was sort of a perfectionist envisioning of writing something really profound and wise just to impress my friends, just to make them think how great a person I am. Well, I tried to be smart or wise, the reality is, I did not really gain that enlightened wisdom that will woo most people. It's still the same stupid old me, in fact clueless, prone to a lot of stupid mistakes, etc. Like right now for example, I am trying really hard: "Think smart, be wise, first blog, must be good... etc" But what can you do if your mind is just simply blank? So at the end of the day, I just have to admit that I am not really that good as I want myself to be. At the moment this is my current level, pretty amateur. Even so, I want to share my story. I want to share this with my friends and for others who want to hear them. Maybe they can relate to my experience, maybe this will give them something like a lesson to learn, some entertainment or anything. And maybe if I keep sharing, I will actually gain that skill to be considered good, and maybe I'll be wiser? Hmmm... maybe. So this is my first blog, a stupid story, funny but true... )
This happened a few years ago. I woke up pretty late one Saturday, way past lunch time and the first thing that I felt was hunger. I must have skipped dinner the previous night because I woke up very hungry and I could feel my stomach aching due to hunger. When I got out of my room, I noticed that the whole house was quiet and I realized that I was alone; my mom, dad, brother and sister -- everyone was away. My auto-pilot mode kicked in, still groggy from sleep but responding to hunger: checked the rice cooker, there was just a little bit of rice left enough for a person on a strict diet. I proceeded to cook more rice but found out that we had run out of rice to cook. So that teeny amount of rice would have to do. I opened the fridge to heat up some left-over food to go with the rice. And I was so shocked at what I saw: the fridge was empty, no left-over, no vegetables or meat, practically empty except for one egg! My annoyance turned to anger thinking how inconsiderate my family was leaving me with no food. I went immediately to the pantry to open some canned food: sardines, tuna, spam or corned beef, anything, except I couldn't because we had also run out of canned goods. There wasn't even a 3-minute noodle I can cook. My anger turned to resignation. I was very hungry and I accepted the fact that that was all I had at the time, a few amount of rice and one egg and that was better than nothing. Right away, I decided a fried egg would go very nicely with rice.
I turned on the stove, heated up the pan, poured some oil and got a fork to crack the egg. Pock! I struck the egg with the fork to crack it open, the shell cracked a little but the egg did not break. I struck again, not twice, but three-five times and still the egg would not break. I was thinking, "What kind of an egg is this?" because it was really strange. Upon closer inspection, I realized that it wasn't a raw egg, the egg was in fact already cooked - a hard-boiled egg! I just groaned thinking somebody must be playing a practical joke on me. So I turned off the stove since it wasn't needed and proceeded to skin the egg off its shell. The egg was cold and I needed to heat it up in the microwave. I put the egg in a small bowl, put it in the microwave and set the time to 1 minute with the setting high. While that was happening, I set the table for myself: a plate with the rice and soy sauce on the side. Just a few moments later, I heard a loud splat, like a small explosion, and I was puzzled, "What was that? Where did that explosion come from?" It was like a bad premonition that took seconds to enter my mind: "Oh crap! The egg!" I immediately ran to the microwave and to my horror, I discovered my precious hard-boiled egg turned to mashed egg sticking to the inside walls of the microwave. I could have turned negative at my frustration, but I chose to eat. So there I was scraping my meal off the microwave's wall. I sat down and ate in silence thinking this was not going to be one of my better days. Surprisingly enough, when I finished eating, I was satisfied. I smiled quietly in gratitude thinking about the quote of Serenity...
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