Memories

I came to a ordinary cafe several years ago.

When I pushed and entered its revolving door, the first sensation I had, was the taste of love which included fragrant and rich. Even tears also contained the sweet taste.



There was an ordinary boy. Engrave on his palm, except friendship, warm and splendid fireworks in the night sky, there was a line of pure love was growing up without being noticed.



All of the memories were performed in that tiny cafe - awaiting coffee.

Tuesday afternoon, my lazy body was warning me take a good rest when i was going back to my room. Pass by starbucks, fragrant coffee smell enticed me to went inside. I surrendered, I lost control and followed the smell came in the cafe. I found a seat started to consider what should I ordered. In the end, I ordered a cup of chocolate.

I like the coffee smell, I ate the coffee sweet, coffee cake and coffee cookies, but I never try a cup of true coffee. Some of the people said coffee is bitter; some of them said it is fragrant. None can tell me the truth. I'm confused. Hence, I only enjoy its smell and I wont try its taste. I'm afraid its taste would let me disappointed.

When I was having the chocolate, I recalled all my memories about the chocolate. Through chocolate taste, I recalled many. Six years ago, I was in love to a 'tiger' (Wahaha =D ). I wished to woo her, but I was afraid that I will lose. Hence, I was waiting the chances and buy the milo or chocolate for her. Those kind of days maintained five years until we graduated.

I would not regret because I was successful to woo her in the third year. Although there were many days we were in quarrel, I would not change to buy milo for her everyday. Protect her, it is my duty. I won't let her hungry or thirsty.


Quarrel hold the most of time in our life. Inside the memories, the quarrel pictures filled all my blanks in my brain. However, every times she was in the pictures, the smile will come too.


Past may be buried; but it certainly isn't vanished. No wonder the memory is sweet or bitter...

Swindler's mind

Swindler - it is a pronoun in my life...



Recognized witch is the beginning of the life of the swindler. Witch and swindler are couple. Swindler was a clever boy while witch is smart girl. As the result, witch never thought that she would be cheated by swindler because she thought that the swindler cheating skill would never escape from her eyes. Swindler understood that he was no as smart as witch, but he never gave up, he waited the chance.



Witch disliked the taste of lose, she was very hardworking to process all her works. Every time, when she was cheated by the swindler, she cried... upset.... and sad. For swindler, he could prove that he was smarter than the witch. The tears dropped on her own T-shirt because the witch had a deep love to the swindler.



For a long time, "swindler !! swindler !! I don't believe you, swindler..!! Heng..!!" became the habit words to the witch. Both of them had the bad temper but quarrel was the chemical reaction to increase the relationship of them.

One day, swindler found out he had to go oversea for continuing his study but he could not give up the witch. Days after days, the day was coming... Swindler understood that it was hard to handle a long distance relationship, but he could not break her heart. He knew that he had no any authority to block the witch to chase her happiness.

Finally, swindler decided to cheat one more time. He was waiting the next quarrel time. This time, he pretended to very angry and did not care about witch. He did not want to be the first person to compromise to the opposite side. He made angry intentionally to witch. He was successful to make witch misunderstood. In the addition, witch decided to finish the relationship of them. Swindler was happy and angry on the surface; the tears dropped unlimited until it dry. He treated coldly to the witch when the witch gave him the tips to explain to her. He prefered give up the chance. He deeply understood he was not good to the witch. Swindler was pain when he made this decision. He beared it. He could not let the witch knew. It was the first time, swindler was crying because he succeed. He broke his lover's heart, his most important person's heart.

Swindler was unforgiveable, he was a bastard to everyone... He would be regret in one day, everyone believed that........ He became the No.1 bad guy in the town.....

However, how many people will understand....... Who know his mind.....

Without witch, his looking such as a zombie... He had no feeling to see everything.... In his mind, swindler only thought that the wound in witch's heart had been recovered or not..... Had she eaten ? Did she eat well ? Will she smile ?

A Bastard story..........