Eggsplosion

Sunday morning, wake up at 9.45am. Go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Shirley pops her head out and shouts "hi" from the couch, i say "hey".

So i'm brushing my teeth and i usually brush for about 5-6 minutes. In my second minute, I can hear Shirley flicking the switch and the beeping keys of the microwave. Okay. So she's using the microwave. In my fifth minute, i hear what sounds like a muffled "explosion", more like an "implosion". So at this point i'm thinking: hmm... wonder what that was, i'll finish brushing my teeth and get breakfast in the kitchen so i can check up on her.

I walk out to the kitchen and I see Shirley hunched over the microwave. As soon as she realizes i'm there, she starts explaining, "I'm so sorry, I put an egg in the microwave, I was trying to cook it, i put it in for 4 mins i think and it exploded." At this point, I'm thinking-Oh my God.
"I'll clean it up, so sorry, this has never happened to me before, i've done it before at my old place, and it was okay there..."
All i could say was "oh, I've never heard of someone boiling and egg in a microwave before. It's okay."

Ten minutes later she was still cleaning the inside of the microwave, the kitchen counter and the floor. "Oh my God" was what i was still thinking. "I'm so sorry, I'll replace it if it doesn't work," she tells me. I tell her we should try to use the warranty before she spends her money.

After cleaning, she decides to heat up her instant cup noodles that got cold while she was cleaning the mess. She puts the noodle cup in the microwave and hits the switch. Nothing. No response from the machine. I fiddle with the switch. Nothing.
"Oh no! I broke the microwave!" she says.
"It's okay, i'll use the kettle to boil water." She plugs it in and switches it on, but it doesn't work.
"Oh my God! Did i ruin everything? Did everything that got plugged in get short circuited too? Oh my God! I'm so sorry!! I'll try to plug it into the room. I hope i didn't ruin everything."
She brings the kettle to her room and plugs it in, i follow. It doesn't work.
"Let me try my tv," she says, "It's not working!"

I test out the stuff in my room, everything that was plugged into the extensions didn't work. Oh man... At that moment, i felt extremely worried and a slight bit angry-- I hope that everything didn't get short circuited! Does that mean i'm gonna have to buy a new tv, dvd player, receiver, laptop, etc.... Holy Crap!

"Let's not jump to any conclusions. I'm gonna call the landlord," i told Shirley.
I did and explained to him what had happened. He said his bird would have to wait (for its cage to be cleaned), our problem was more important. "I'll be over in 40 mins," he said.

Meanwhile, Shirley and i sat at the dining table while i looked through magazines and cut stuff out to construct my three mood boards for IMT (Introduction to Multimedia Technology). And as usual, Shirley was talking why i did it. She's loquacious... very... Scary. It's hard to get out of conversations with her.

Bart comes at 11.30pm. We show him the problem, explain again, apologize, he uses his key to get into the fuse box area and does something to the fuse while Shirl and i stay upstairs. He comes up and tries the kettle. It works, but sadly the microwave doesn't. We thank him a thousand times and apologize the same amount. He leaves.

Both Shirl and I were supposed to meet friends in the city at 1pm. She suggested that we caught the bus together. I wait for her... I was supposed to meet Shairah, she was supposed to meet Marguerite. In the end, Shirl joined me and Shai at the city. The main reason i was there was to get groceries and take pics for my self-map... long story... So Shai met Shirls...

While we were in the city we also took a bus to Fortitude Valley a.k.a. Chinatown to ask the people at Harvey Norman if we could use the warranty on the microwave. Harvey Norman is at the "Homemaker City", an area that sells stuff for people moving into new homes and need to get new appliances or furniture. So after we sat on some couches and lay on some beds, we finally made our way to the Harvey Norman counter. Shirls asked about it, and apparently the "warranty" meant "repair cost". We would need to take the microwave back with a receipt so they could try to fix it at no cost. Okay, that worked for me. But if it couldn't be fixed, then Shirls said she'd buy a new one. I guess I'm lucky to have a responsible flatmate. At least she does feel responsible and is willing to take responsibility for (i quote) "F*^$ing up the microwave."

It was a tiring day. But earlier Shirls and I planned to have pizza for dinner, we decided when we were waiting for Bart. Despite our exhaustion, we still took the bus to Newmarket's Domino's after using the com labs at P block (yes, Shirls came with me and she used my account on another computer). We ordered 4 pizzas and were so hungry by the time we got there that we started eating outside the shop. We ate while we crossed the road. We ate while we were waiting for the bus back. On the way to the bus stop though, we bumped into the high-maintenance Korean girl that originally called me and actually came to see the apartment while Shirls was there too. She was with her not-hot-nor-cute Aussie boyfriend. I waved to her as we were waiting for the "green man" to cross the road. It was awkward cos she didn't call me back, i was a bit pissed cos of that, but didn't show it. Plus we were eating. Haha... Later when she walked further away with her boyfriend, Shirls and I joked that she must've been so shocked to see us. What's funny was that the day Shirls came to see the apartment, she was sitting on the bed in the room (now her room) when the Korean girl came. Korean girl asked how many people stayed there. I told her 2. Me and her(I meant Korean girl) , but she thought i meant me and Shirls and her. So funny that we bumped into her... it was like to show that i picked Shirls... Later on Shirls said, "i bet she(Korean girl) wouldn't do this (take away pizza with me and eat in public and be silly)." I agreed. I'm glad we're getting along so far. We have a few inside jokes already. So that's a good sign. Hopefully we won't start arguing over little things... That would suck. I hate confrontation and avoid it unless i really really absolutely need to... But i guess sometimes confrontation can be healthy.

Will let you know how the microwave thing goes.

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