People on the right  used to be my colleagues and are still my best friends. I remember that afternoon when we met in a sunny cafe of Fuzhou city and talked about our different approaches to life. They are beautiful friends-- even after 13 years since we first met each other.  They are sisters and my multiple selves.

Last night I read Magaret Atwood and found this interesting paragraph quoted as the follows:

No more photos. Surely there are enough. No more shadows of myself thrown by light onto pieces of paper, onto squares of plastic. No more of my eyes, mouths, noses, moods, bad angles. No more yawns, teeth, wrinkles. I suffer from my own multiplicity. Two or three images would have been enough, or four, or five. That would allow for a firm idea: This is she. As it is, I'm watery, I ripple, from moment to moment I dissolve into my other selves. Turn the page: you, looking, are newly confused. You know me too well to know me. Or not too well: too much.