This morning James and I walked through an alley bazaar and picked up green onion and egg pancakes for breakfast (no relation to the bisquick variety). Looks like the typhoon missed us, but it's blowing like something else. On the way to pick up breakfast I got hit in the eye with a plastic shopfront banner. Lame.
Back at the pad, James and I ran through Chinese words as we finished off our red tea. We talked about how hot it is, what we were eating ... Okay, he says, now tell me, 'I don't want to sweat.'
Me: "uh ... wah boo yow lee-ow tse"
James: "You just said, 'I don't want to seep tea.'"
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