I’ve uploaded some unofficial photos from our wedding to Flickr and into a photoset. Troy’s dad took the photos. Well, the ones where he’s not inside the frame anyway. But they all came from his camera. The photos are not really the best, but some of them are pretty funny. If you have a Flickr account, feel free to add captions in the comment area or notes on the photos. If you don’t have a Flickr account, well, sign up already! :) If you want to hear about the gory details from our wedding, Troy already got the scope so I’ll just point you towards his general direction (if you haven’t been there already).
Speaking of Flickr, I got to know a neighbour from across the street about six months ago through Flickr. We left comments on each other’s photos occasionally but we never actually met. The night before the wedding, Troy and I went to a department store because Troy needed to pick up some batteries and I needed to pick up some makeup type thing (I don’t usually wear makeup). So we were at the makeup section and Troy was in the middle of giving me some expert advice (ha!) on the most suitable foundation for my skin when I heard someone calling my name. I looked at the guy but had no idea who he was, and then I looked at Troy to see if it happened to be a friend of his, but Troy also didn’t show any sign of recognition. Only after he mentioned his name did I realise who he was. Why, of course, it was our neighbour from Flickr! Hi, Ryan! It was nice to finally meet you and your wife in flesh. You even pronounced my name correctly! :)
Last but not least, thanks so much for your comments and kind wishes, and all the blog posts you made to congratulate us. It makes us feel so warm and fuzzy inside. Thank you. You rock! I don’t really see the wedding as a happy ending. Instead, it’s the beginning of another journey. I’m just glad that in this journey, I’m not alone anymore. Troy might not be the best navigator in the world, but he sure is a damn good travel companion! :)
I’d always wanted to elope, so elope I did. Troy and I tied the knot on Saturday in a short and sweet civil ceremony at the Waterloo Park. I hope my family won’t hate me for this (I called home this morning to let my family know about the news, but nobody answered, so I emailed one of my brothers instead — no reply so far). So now I am part of a self-proclaimed crazy family. Both Troy’s mother’s side of the family and his father’s side of the family claim they are crazy. I guess that’s the reason everyone warmly welcomes me into the family. Because I’m crazy, too! :)
For a wedding that was planned in only two weeks, it went pretty awesomely. More pictures and gory details are coming up.
We finally made it to Temiscaming, Quebec on Sunday where we had some authentic Quebecois poutine. Woohoo! I’ve been somewhere outside of Ontario! Of course I forgot to take a picture of the said poutine (I was too hungry) but trust me, it was yummy. It was supposed to take less than 2 hours to get there from Troy’s family cottage where we spent this past weekend, but of course we had to take the long way, i.e. North Bay – Mattawa – Temiscaming instead of the shorter North Bay – Temiscaming route. But had we taken the short way, we would’ve missed seeing Timber Lake. The sign alone worth the extra hour drive.
Did I mention that we went to 27 garage sales on Saturday? I kid you not. I got myself two cameras from the garage sales: a point-and-shoot 35mm camera that I got for free from some church in Sundridge (to be hacked into a pinhole camera, of course) and an antique Kodak Vigilant Junior Six-20 which I got for $5. I probably would have to wait until I have my own darkroom before I could use the latter, which may not happen in the near future, but whatever. It was a good value.
Well, I’ve got to go now. I’ve got so much to do today. But first of all, I need to shower and go get a haircut. I don’t know if I should go to First Choice again after the last hair disaster, but we’ll see. I think I saw a sign yesterday saying that First Choice Haircutters were having a 50% off promotion. If it’s true, I might have to go there. So I’m a cheapskate. Sue me. You won’t get much.
I wouldn’t have noticed that today was Friday the 13th hadn’t I checked my site referrers. I saw a bunch of hits coming from people searching for triskaidekaphobia. Triskaidekaphobia is the fear of the number 13, while the fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskevidekatriaphobia (say it 10 times fast!). Good news for the paraskevidekatriaphobic, today is the only Friday the 13th for this year. Not so good news for the triskaidekaphobic, there is always the 13th day every month.
The Singaporean Government marked this supposedly unlucky day by hanging a drug smuggler while some people choose not to step outside, fly on a plane, go to work or act on a hot stock tip. I wonder if there is a Friday the 13th discount on airline tickets. If not, there should be. Why? This is why:
“It’s been estimated that [US] $800 or $900 million is lost in business on this day because people will not fly or do business they would normally do,” said Donald Dossey, founder of the Stress Management Center and Phobia Institute in Asheville, North Carolina. (Source: National Geographic)
I’m sure the skeptics among us would jump at the opportunity to fly for cheap and it might be able to cut down the amount of money lost in business on Friday the 13th because less income is better than no income at all. No? But then again, what do I know about business. It’s not really my area of expertise. Far from it. But I always have tonnes of silly ideas in store. :)
A certain group of Canadians (and some non-Canadians) have their own way of “celebrating” Friday the 13th. They gather together at Port Dover on their motorbikes. Troy and I and a couple of friends from Germany came to join them on the 13th of August last year, and it was the most people I’ve ever seen in one place during my stay in Canada. I like Port Dover, but I don’t really like it when it’s all that crowded. And there was no naked biker chicks like Troy swore he had seen before. ;) I did enjoy the part where we got to ride yellow school bus for free from and to the parking area. That was one of my dreams come true. Yes, I do have simple dreams.
Well, I’ve run out of things to say on Friday the 13th so I’ll just wish all the triskaidekaphobic and the paraskevidekatriaphobic a safe and non-disastrous day and the rest of you a good Friday and a great weekend.
Last weekend my brother called me from Indonesia and he sounded really worried. He asked me repeatedly if I was all right (as if once was not enough) before he hung up, which kind of annoyed me because it was early in the morning and I was still half asleep.
This morning I called my brother and learned that the reason he sounded so worried was because there had been sightings of my ghost in my bedroom, sitting in front of the computer or standing in front of the mirror. Crazy, eh? I’m not even dead yet! But it was enough to make my family think I was already dead. Doh! If I were dead, Troy would’ve let them know.
Anyway, I hope my call was enough to drive the ghost away from my room and that my family wouldn’t think I was calling from the afterlife.
The lack of sleep I had on Friday took its toll on me over the weekend. I was feeling sleepy and tired all the time. But we had a busy weekend nonetheless. We went to the Elora Book Sale on Saturday and Sunday mornings (because once is not enough for the book-loving Troy), went to several garage sales, a thrift store and a book store, tried a new Vietnamese restaurant in Waterloo, got our ring sizes taken (without buying any rings), drove past Fergus and Rockwood, bought a Chocolate Swirl Cheesecake from MacMillan’s in Acton (so good!), drove around Milton where I saw a restaurant with a sign saying “Oriental Cuisine and Donuts” (guh?), and saw the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy movie. Not necessarily in that order. The movie was quite enjoyable. Keep in mind that I’ve never read the book so I had no expectations.
Anyway, Spring is definitely not a good time to be inside our insanely warm apartment. The central heating is still on even though it’s already over 20°C out there, no thanks to our ignorant landlord. I’ve got all the windows open but it’s still so warm in here! I’m kind of glad to know that they’re expecting a thunderstorm this afternoon. That should cool the air down a little bit. I’ve also been struggling with some dry skin conditions related to being in a warm and dry place most of the time. I’ve tried Dove and Olay products before, but they didn’t really do much help. Now I’ve found that the products that work the best on me is Aveeno Skin Relief Body Wash (in shower) combined with St. Ives 24 Hour Moisture Body Lotion for Extra Dry Skin (after shower). I’ve only been using this combination for three days but my skin condition has improved a great deal. Happiness!
We have no plans for this weekend yet, but we’re going to spend the weekend after this weekend at Troy’s family cottage up north. Should be fun. I miss canoeing. Sure I suck at navigating the canoe, but I miss it nonetheless. I just have to make sure not to hurt my shoulder this time.
It’s raining now, thank goodness. Perfect time for a shower.