Twenty-one

So it's been a most satisfactory birthday.

Friday (10th) was my second, and last, exam (STAT 263). CISC 322 was painful; I'm not going to think about that one. Studied my ass off for statistics; however, it turned out the exam was pretty straightforward. This, in spite of the fact that the material covered was the ENTIRE textbook. Arrived home, thoroughly rained on but triumphant, and watched the first four episodes of Scrubs season one. Excellent.

Awoke at 9 AM, paralysed by post-exam period exhaustion and promtply fell asleep again after deciding it wasn't worth it to bodyslam Bento/Wnd/Biku (temporary housemate) to foil their planned birthday ambush (of which I was informed the night before). About an hour later, was cruelly woken up by the previously mentioned wenches, who burst into my room, shouting "Happy Birthday!" and launching themselves at my inert form. Birthday ambush accomplished, argh.

But I have the bestest housemates EVAR. They got me a fuzzy blue bathrobe. It is huge beyond belief. It is fuzzy beyond imagination. It is blue. It is fantastic. I lurv it (thanks guys!).

In return, I had promised to tell the tale of the pie on my blog.

The Life of Pie, by Kobuta

Once upon a time, in the Oven of the Kitchen of the House that Crack Built, a pie was baked. This pie was delicious and filled with cinnamonny apples of the Fuji variety. The Fuji apples were ridiculously enormous and dangerous for human consumption (stomach size issues), hence their transformation into a pie. Upon the top of this tart was carved the face of a cat. This cat was named Crusty Face (or Crusty for short).

Crusty was an ornery cat-pie. Although he was made of dough and full of les pommes and la sucre, he refused to acknowledge his pie-ly qualities and the possibility that he might one day be cut up and devoured by hungry hu-mans.

"I'm a cat, dagnabbit. None of this pastry business!" Crusty would say. "I scoff at hunger! I sneer at apples! I am CAT. Raar." Raar indeed, my flaky friend.

Sadly, Crusty Face the cat-faced apple pie met his end soon afterwards, when a Bento nonchalantly cut him into wedges and distributed his scrumptious slices to her friends. Thus, the heroicly naive cat-pie was reduced to a few crumbs on a rapidly cooling pie pan. But his legacy lives on, in our hearts, our minds and our stomachs. Long live Crusty Face apple-pie-cat.

THE END

Anyway, the day continued with the Clothing Swap '04: Rampant Depantsification. A bunch of girls, a bunch of clothes and a lot of stripping. Basically, everyone brings clothes that they don't want anymore, and everyone else tries them on and carries them away if they like them. I had aimed towards getting (i)a skirt for HK wedding, (ii)pants full of pantsly goodness and (iii)things that are not red or blue, because I have too much of these colours in my closet.

Succeeded on (ii), failed miserably on (i) and (iii). But I ended up with a pair of jeans, two dark blue sweaters, a red zip-up hoody of tinyness, a bunch of tank tops, and RED PANTS. Fantastic. We picked over the leftovers before packing them into bags for Goodwill, so I ended up with a lot more stuff than I had originally wanted. Including a black Le Chateau skirt of shortness and black yoga/capri pants that radiate Peter-Pan-goes-ninja. Fun was had, food was eaten (Mmm...coffeecake and nachos). Much depantsification.

Of course, since I got up at 10, and the swap went from 1 to 6ish, I didn't really eat a proper meal. Except for breakfast, which was yum: scrambled eggs and toast from Bento-neesan, coffee from Biku-neesan and entertainment from Wnd-obachan. I think we all crashed on sugar and appetites were all ruined.

Watched another four episodes of Scrubs while eating grilled cheese sandwiches. Biku, Wnd and I went for bubbletea at TokenBBTLounge of fobness. Talked of cabbages and kings and the density of mooncake.

Came home to a toolbar full of orange MSN messages saying Happy Birthday (aww), watched The Incredibles and now here I am, updating my blog at 2 AM with the longest post ever. Goodnight! Phew!