Rain falling all day has melted the snow away. I think Spring is near.
I got myself a new passport today. No, not a Canadian passport. An Indonesian one since my old one would expire in August this year. I thought it would take ages for me to receive my new passport, but in reality it only took less than a week. I mailed out everything (forms, documents, etc.) to the Indonesian Consulate in Toronto on Friday last week. They received the package two days ago, and today the new passport, along with the old, cancelled one, were sitting pretty in our mailbox. Yay! One worry out of the way. Though I like my old passport better. The new one — which is sporting a brand new design — looks kind of boring. But at least I don’t look like a Bombay bandit in my new passport photo.
In other news, I kind of miss watching people walk their cats. A girl from the next apartment building used to do that. It never failed to amuse me. But I haven’t seen her doing it in awhile. What a shame. Do you walk your cat?
I don’t like grey days, especially with no snow. It’s just plain boring.
Yet Troy said they were getting tonnes of snow where he worked. But I’m not going to talk about the weather because that would be boring. I’m going to talk about cooking instead. Have you ever cooked something you’d never cooked before because, when you read the recipe, it sounded so easy and yummy and all the good stuff but once you started cooking, whatever you were cooking turned out to be anything but? It happened to me yesterday. I decided to make some kind of egg drop soup for supper. I thought it sounded yummy and it did look yummy in the picture. But once I got all the ingredients into the pot, the soup turned into some crazy concoction that looked like diarrhea and smelt like the barn. Neither Troy nor I was brave enough to eat it. We ended up having dinner out in a Vietnamese restaurant where the spring rolls were unusually good. And this morning, I flushed the crazy concoction down the toilet, where it belongs.
Just nine months ago, the weirdest day of our lives. ‘Twas our wedding day.
Before Troy left for work, he told me about how a couple we know had decided not to move to another province because if they did, it would be hard to plan out a wedding here in Ontario, and I think I annoyed Troy because I kept asking why it would be so hard because, really, all you’d have to do is set the date, book the wedding officiant, find some park to get married in, and you’d be good to go. But then I realised that not every couple want their wedding day to be over as quickly as possible like we did. :) On our wedding night, we went to a cinema to see Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith with a couple of friends instead of having an all-night reception. Good times! I wouldn’t have the day any other way. So yeah, happy 9th monthiversary to us! Here’s to many, many more 9 months full of happiness, laughter, Vietnamese food, and thrift stores!
Happy first birthday to our deceased snow T-Rex. Made one year ago.
Last year’s winter was so much more exciting than this year’s. Partly because it was my very first winter, and partly because it did feel like winter. This winter is kind of lame. Most of the time, it feels more like spring than winter. We don’t get as much snow as I would like. It’s good for Troy the Snow Hater, but not very good for me. I want to make another snow creature this year, but damn. Not enough snow. :( In case you’re interested, the making of snow T-Rex photos are available for your viewing pleasure in this Flickr photoset. Now please excuse me while I do the blizzard-calling dance.
Years of haiku-ing, and yet I’m still lost for words every now and then.
I hope you like my I-don’t-know-what-to-haikuise haiku. Heh. Anyway, I just went through my old, old weblog archives from my Blogger days and found that I started writing a daily haiku on April 16, 2000 and it went on until May 9, 2002 when I decided to kill the tradition. I think some people regretted the decision, but I wouldn’t know for sure since I have no comment archives from that period.
And since I’m bored, if you want me to haikuise your weblog, leave a comment and I’ll get down to it. I’ll post the haiku(s) here tomorrow.
Computer is mute. All I can hear is the sound of (almost) silence.
I’ve always wondered if I should count my blogging years from the time I started chronicling my life on Diaryland or from the time I started this weblog. I didn’t count my Diaryland diary as a weblog because, well, it was a diary, not a weblog. But now people seem to count online diaries/journals as weblogs as well. That means I could claim that I have been blogging since 1999. But I digress. I don’t even know why I felt the need to point it out. Slow blogging day, I guess. :P
Yes, I’ve decided to do the daily haiku thing again. If anything, it makes a good blogfodder.
A crazy snowfall, I can see through the window. How long will it last?
I don’t know if I was dreaming it or not but I thought I heard a weather man on TV this morning saying something about snowsqualls around the Georgian Bay. I probably was just dreaming it because Troy doesn’t usually turn the TV on before he leaves for work. I know for sure that I had a dream last night about getting a job in some university, which was the weirdest university ever, because all the students did was marching around the campus while singing “the more we get together, together, together, the more we get together the happier we’ll be” over and over again. At some point I decided to check on the students outside and went through a door and it led to a tunnel full with students marching and singing, and at the end of the tunnel, I saw the ocean with some ducks swimming on it. It was sunset and the rain was falling, washing away the snow on the ground. I remember wishing I had a camera with me before I woke up. Wouldn’t it be cool if you could capture your dreams with a camera? It would put Hollywood out of business.