I am Sof.

So, the Chinese government finally blocked blogsome. I had to split my Chinese blog and my English blog again and that’s why you noticed the extra link on the top.

I don’t know when it was that I realized it’s a very difficult thing for the three of us to talk normally - and by normal, I mean the mannerism which doesn’t involve any intentions of using harsh words to ridicule or deprecate another.

Dinner is usually the only meal we have together. And you know there’s the existence of a dimensionless space between everyone when all you talk about during dinner - your only meal together - is the food. How to cook them, how to store them, the difference of the tastes… Or sometimes with the sound of chopsticks, there’s only another sound - silence. There isn’t even any moment of awkwardness in such silence, we’ve all learned how to live in our own little worlds. The ones who adapt live, and we’ve certainly adapted to having a fantastic time with our own worlds, even if another breathing human being who just happens to be the one we love - or should love - is sitting an inch away from us. I’ve only grown nonchalant, if I’ve grown at all.

You have not a damn right to talk to her like that, even if you are my father.

What is the meaning of marriage?

The commitment, responsibility and certain legal entitlements? - benefits, let’s make it straight.

Marriage rots love.

Because marriage invovles money. Money rots love. Doens’t money rot everything?

Everything rots love except for freedom.

I am just going to run, endlessly, nonstop. With the flying silk, the light breeze, the streaks of sunglow. I can be catched, but not stopped.

I’m stopped, only when my heart also stops.

“What is being normal? Maybe being abnormal is normal.”