My morning with half-boiled eggs

Half-boiled eggs are the trickiest creatures in this world, I mean literally. Or, to be fair, it was those 2 I bumped into yesterday morning.

***Do not continue reading if you hate eggs, hate senseless talk***

I haven't ate half boiled eggs for the last 10 years, because I decided that it look very yucky when I woke up one day.
However, it looks very tasty one day suddenly after 10 years.
So, I suggested to mama, that we can have HBE for breakfast, with a nice piece of toast of course.

So, she was rushing out to the market, and told me to take care of the eggs myself.
"When the water boil, dump them in and count to 10"

I was skeptical, is 10 seconds enough? But, as the saying goes "We listen to mama and do not question everything they say." I soon realized 10s was only enough to brush my teeth. The egg that came out looks as raw as it can be. Darn, now what, i was rushing for a project meeting. I called mama but she didnt pick up her phone. Shit.

So, i took out a new egg and tried once more. This time, to play safe, i decided, i should count up to 30 seconds. Erm, but is it 30seconds with the stove turned off or on? To be fair, i decided: 5seconds with the stove turned off, and 25seconds with the stove turned off. Guess what, YEAH, the egg was still raw as ever.

NOW WHAT? Remembering my chemistry class, i created a water bath - dumped the egg in a metal bowl, and dumped that bowl in the hot water. It worked! Some of the transparent parts turned white. Dumped black soya and pepper and stir, and pretended that I wasnt the one who cooked that egg. Saw the previous egg i dumped aside, and did the same, since it's irrational to leave it there to rot.

Result:
I felt all sick and was late. Damn.
Used 4 bowls, 2 pots, 1 ladle, 2 spoons. Got myself scalded 3 times.

Lesson learnt:
Get other people to cook my half boiled egg for me.

Aftermath:
Mama " Eh, i told you 1 mins okay".