Everyone who knows me in the England definitely knows that I have a friend called Ryan Cooke, and if my life has any difference from other people, it is also because of him. It was in the late September of last year I met Ryan in front of the library. He told me that when I introduced myself in the class, he already decided to make friends with me because instead of explaining why I study at this programme, I said that Taiwanese army sucks and like to drink whisky. Ok, fair enough. As for me, before we had our first coffee in the Opposite, my impression of him was that he is a tall guy, like to listen to Jazz, dresses like a band player and can drink a lot. I think that we do exchange our numbers, but for a new comer in the UK like me, it is almost impossible to understand what a native speaker is talking about on the phone at beginning, anyway, thanks god, we can use text. However, the first coffee with him was not through the phone or text but the coincidence (if there is no destiny)...
倫敦路邊的咖啡站，有時候一旦單純的喝咖啡或排隊等咖啡被拍了下來以後，一個瞬間的動作就變成了永久的定格，一切彷彿就變的戲劇化起來，被截取的舉手投足也莫名得不可思議起來。
特別的店頭設計，超大的籠子，願意被關的應該就只有店員了巴...
創意髮飾，好看實用但好像不太舒服...
努力秀創意髮飾的義大利老闆
帽子，很多的帽子
大特價，sale標語一定要清晰可見，只是對我來說多數商品打折後還是不敢恭維...
爸爸帶著小女兒在舊書攤尋寶，爸爸認真翻著散裝的書頁，小女兒也若有其事的看著雜亂的插圖
假人模特兒依該是最時尚的指標了巴，而真人買衣服似乎只是為了跟假人媲美，雖然穿得漂亮就好，但心裡總是覺得怪怪的
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