the Serene Café

I was at a café in Da-An district in Taipei city, Taiwan, where I went to university. 

It was a Sunday morning in the spring. I ordered a cup of café latté and a cinnamon roll for my breakfast. 


I love café latté, which tastes bitter and sweet and smells smooth with steamed milk. I put my textbook of Education with ant-liked notes in the table where I sat, and tried to concentrate myself to study for the final exam. However, my mind flew to a class I had taken before, the teacher in the class said she liked to enjoy the morning of elections. while most people go ahead to vote for someone who are going to win or lose, the whole city is rarely empty and quiet. 


Now, I was here, in the morning of an unknown election results, at an almost empty cafe to enjoy this kind of serene moment. 


I took the seat next to window, where I could clearly see or vaguely hear something outside. There was an MRT rail above hiding the road from the slight spring sunshine. Some women handed their children on the way to traditional morning market, and a boy held an ice cream cone with a satisfied smile on his white baby face as he just got out a store in front of my window.

I was thinking that someday I would be able to live in a foreign country myself for a while and try to learn how people think in a different way. I expected the new place where I would stay would have fresh air, sunshine, and passionate people. Unfortunately, I knew what I looked at was an empty dream of a college girl like the empty city I was in here now.


But, I knew ever there, I was not a daddy's girl anymore. I knew what I should do or what I should not. I knew I should hold this college moment to inhale as much knowledge as I could instead of hanging out with the childish boyfriend I have.


However, I know...the unique experience I looked for in that college girl's age is coming TRUE now.

Photograph: w.wei,yinke

YuChieh Liu

A Taiwanese female who came to the U.S. for studying and looking at the world. At 25, the age of her first snow. She has a very traditional family, but she likes to think and do everything differently. 


She thinks most people have their special and unique point of views to see what happens to this world. She believes that everyone has their own piece of Cellophane to filter the same world into dissimilar places. However, the Cellophane she has is a Blue and Purple one, she calls it Blueberry Cellophane. 


This Blueberry Cellophane is not from caprice but routine. 


Sometimes she feels peaceful and quiet just like the color blue, other times she feels messy and imperfect just like the color purple. 


That’s exactly what she says: “ I don’t want you to know me but you can try to“ ….That’s the beginning of this Blueberry Cellophane journey…..