XVI : Double the Surprise

I was happily surprised on sunday to find this plop into the bowl before I beat it to make eggs and tomatoes with. :) And, to compare the yolk size with another [just a single lonely yolk], I took another picture.

Eggs are so gorgeous. And, the other day, I dropped one on the floor and exclaimed out loud when it hit the ground. One of my roomies came over and asked, "What happened? Is everything okay?" NoooO! I dropped an egg on the floor! At least tears didn't come out this time. But still, if I had dropped my leftovers onto the ground and had t throw it all away, I don't think I would have cried out loud like that.

On another note, how do you write something that touches the reader's heart? It doesn't have to be sad, serious, or solemn. It can be joyful, lifting, or just funny. It would be great if I could write a piece that made the application reader laugh out loud, give out a little chuckle or something. But does it come on purpose? Or do I have to think carefully? Writing is so difficult for me. There's something in this mind of mine that just hasn't clicked about writing. Where is the enlightenment!

This morning, I was scared by a cockroach climbing around near the corner of my mattress (I don't have a bed frame). I freaked out and woke my roomie, who freaked out with me. But she suggested I trap it in a tupperware, so I went to get that and we pulled out my mattress a bit and I put the tupperware over the big black cockroach. Then I sat back, shaking a bit and not knowing what to do next. My mind kept thinking "It's too early to be dealing with this!!" Essentially, I was scared of it, which surprised me. I never knew I was scared of cockroaches. But, I scooped the lid underneath the tupperware and got the cockroach to go on top of it. And then pressed it shut tightly. When I lifted the tupperware, I noticed I had caught the legs in between where the lid sealed tightly with the box's rim. I freaked out even more to see that the middle leg had detached from the body. and the other two long legs were flattened. I cried out loud and my roomie gave me moral support, encouraging me as I went out to our balcony and prepared to throw the cockroach away from our apartment. But the image of the roach climbing out of the box frightened me, and when I opened the lid, I gave a yelp and dropped the lid to the floor while the cockroach dropped along with it. That was that. But my hands remained shaky and I felt my arm muscles going weak. They remained weak until I got to the pharmacy to start work. My goodness, what a morning.