Quarantine diaries, day 4

I managed to practice violin a bit today. I've forgotten how to be patient it seems ahhaha. My teacher texted me to see how I was and told me to stop practicing so much. Oops.

Other that I blogged about my trip but not much else happened. I heard news that the ferries were cancelled. So good thing I was stuck in Vancouver anyway.

It was a lot of coughing today but less sneezing. I finished this short Korean series about two chefs who hate each other but actually like each other. At night I seemed to have lost of my sense of smell.

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The Painted Door - Sinclair Ross (from personal journal)

(Originally posted on 10/1/2009) ( Footsteps in snow. S orry, can't find the photo taken by Wayne R. Bilenduke that was printed in my book. Alternative photo.) I think this is by far the story I have to spend the longest time reading. Mr. Guraliuk was right, this is a very sleep-inducing "short" story. "It goes on and on and on and on… like forever". But, paradoxically, that's what makes it such a brilliant short story. When you read Sinclair Ross's lines, you feel cold. You can imagine the coldness of hard window glass pressing against your fingers as you look out to the freezing white snow-covered endless landscape and long for the person you love to arrive. You can feel your eyelids heavy as you watch the time go by; your heart heavy with sadness and loneliness but still not letting go of that weak hope, the only hope that keeps you still alive amidst the brutal coldness of winter. Of course if you've never been through a cold, white and l...

the sun is back in the city

(originally posted on 3/20/2011) " And the sun is pouring in through the window and right onto your skin and I've never seen a portrait quite so picturesque ." - Chase Coy, Picturesque. We walk hand in hand along 4th avenue toward the west. the sun set beams with soft layers of purple, blue and gold. before saying goodbye to you, the sun stops for a while, looks into your eyes and blows gently onto your face a kiss of new, warm, spring sunlight. then, before I had time to chase after her, she winks and fades sneakily into that distant horizon. looks like the sun is back in the city and I'm going to have to share you with her for the next half a year, darling. i wish you could wear my kiss on your cheeks all the time too; i wish i could embrace you all day like she can; i wish i was the sparkle in your eyes like she is. I think she misses you after such long months of snow and rain. the sun's been absent while i took my chance to hold your hand. whe...

Quarantine diaries, day 1

Can't say that I was surprised to get Covid, considering how many flights and trains I've been on. It still sucks that the very last leg of the journey was not according to plan. oh well! Thank you rapid tests from Germany. Technically the first day of quarantine was yesterday when I did the rapid test. It was stressful as I mis-read the results initially and thought I was negative. Then when the faint red line started to appear I had to rush to a clinic to confirm the results. Poor my sister had to see me while I was unmasked. Anyway today I woke up early because I was still somewhat jet lagged. I emailed people at the office that I have Covid and will be staying away for a while. Then I binged the entire 2.5 hours of this Japanese show called "My beautiful man". The lead actor is indeed very beautiful. Then I did my finance updates to see how much money I have left after my shopping spree in Sweden, and I un-packed and re-packed my loot so that I have more space ...

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