Friday, February 29, 2008

Salty Coffee - a must read

He met her at a party. She was so outstanding. Many guys were after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him. She was surprised, but out of politeness, she agreed.

They sat in a nice coffee shop. He was too nervous to say anything. She felt uncomfortable. She thought, "Please, let me go home." Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."

Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.
"Why do you have this hobby?", curiously asked she. He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea. I liked playing in the sea. I could feel the taste of the sea, salty and bite, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I will think of my childhood, think of my hometown. I miss my hometown so much. I miss my parents who are still living there. Saying that, tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feelings, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell about his homesickness must be a man who loves home, cares for his home, and has responsibility of home. Then she also started to talk, talked about her far away hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continue to date. She found out that he was a man who meets all her demands: he was tolerant, kind-hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good guy, but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story: the princess married the prince and they lived a happy life. And every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee because she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away and left her a letter which said: My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you - the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time. Actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt.

It's hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that. I have promised not to lie to you for anything. Now I'm dying. I am afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee. What a strange bad taste, but I have the salty coffee for my whole life since I knew you. I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, I still want to know you and have you as my wife, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again.

Her tears made the letter totally wet. One day, someone asked her, "What does salty coffee taste like?"
"It's sweet," replied she.


im so pumped up for this.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

I Have the Worst Luck in the World.


I think the past three weeks have been just humiliation for me.

You know, these days I'm really really asking for it.

I want to blog the whole thing out, but it’s too much of a humiliating story to ever be posted on the internet. I can’t afford to be laughed at at the moment--I think I might cry if I picture people in fits of laughter on their computer picturing me doing whatever I did that got me into this whole stupid situation where I look back and regret remorsefully.

Next time, I will NEVER NEVER act the same way.

I will act like the civilized person I am and do things rationally. I will let things come to me and never take stupid ass initiative again if I’m actually serious about it.

I seriously deserve a trophy for my goddamn wasted efforts. A BIG FUCKING TROPHY and every good thing that happens in my life from now onwards. No question about it.

Thus, my first real post relates entirely to the intro. I will laugh about this in a few weeks to come.

I will live happily ever after.


[Once upon a time, a girl asked a guy, "Will you marry me?" The guy said "No," and the girl lived happily ever after. She went shopping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, stayed skinny and was never farted on. The End.]