Thursday, February 23, 2006 @6:47 PM
So J, my favourite Mexican American (the one who has the gall to tell Mexican waitresses they earn less in a day than he does working for an hour at Uris Library), sees me today and declares gleefully that he learnt a bunch of new Mandarin phrases. I ask him what he learned, and he says out loud in the middle of the Dickson lawn, "TAMADE!"
That's not all. After much confusion I realize that his "Wo yao ti" is actually "I want chicken", for when he visits Singapore and he can order chicken for lunch. After setting him right, I trot of to econometrics class, recount the whole story to Y, who bursts out laughing.
It's only then that I realise that I have taught J how to call for hookers.