inglés example sentences with "iced"

I don't like iced coffee, and she doesn't either.
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There's no ice, and in any case it's too cold today for iced tea.
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Iced tea had got on my shirt.
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I want a cup of iced tea.
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Do you want the tea hot or iced?
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If there were fruit juices, iced mineral water and hot teas to choose from, I would be even happier.
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I don't like iced coffee.
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Do you drink iced water?
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They de-iced the bridge with salt.
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Would you like some more iced tea?
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Mary iced the cake.
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On the table, reposed a nut cake which she had baked that morning . . . a particularly toothsome concoction iced with pink icing and adorned with walnuts.
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Do you want some iced tea?
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Tom baked the cake and Mary iced it.
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Mennad's birthday cake was baked, iced, and candled.
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Tom drank a Long Island iced tea and Mary drank a cosmopolitan.
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I like hot tea better than iced tea.
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I like drinking hot tea when it's cold outside, but when it's hot I like drinking iced tea.
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Bring me an iced coffee.
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Yanni offered Skura iced tea.
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Mary is drinking iced tea.
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Mary drinks iced tea.
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Whilst I was drinking my medium-sized iced green tea at the cafe, Hans the Netherlander rolled in through the entrance in his wheelchair. He gave me a little piece of sugarless candy. He ordered coffee. He said that he was going to celebrate his friend's birthday at the Greek restaurant Kisamos Taverna in Steveston village, here on Lulu Island, at 6 PM, today the 28th of October of 2021. He called for a taxi. I once ate moussaka in that restaurant. I said that I remembered when Steveston was not so touristy and my mother worked in the bank there in the 1970s. Apparently, his daughter works at the bank there. Meanwhile, a big handsome white man came in through the entrance, then went in and out of the washroom, then took a coffee cup from the counter, then exited the cafe. I then said that I had to go. Hans decided that he would take the bus, instead of waiting for the taxi.
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On the sunny 29th of October of 2021, I had my usual medium-sized iced green tea at the local cafe on Lulu Island. At the counter, Max the Chinese said that she was going to dye her hair purple once it has grown a bit. It was blue before she had cut it. Through the window, I could see that fresh teenagers were already celebrating Halloween with fancy costumes. At another table sat two Filipino men, one thinner in black and the other handsome and tubby in blue.
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On the 1st of November of 2021, I joined Hans the Netherlander at his table in the cafe. The day after Halloween was rainy outside. Whilst I was drinking iced green tea, Hans gave me a piece of brown candy. He took out a jar of peanuts and offered me, but I said that I get pimples from peanuts. As a child in Quezon City, my family had a peanut farm near our lot; we boiled them, and I ate, as I was not allergic as a prepubescent. We then talked all about astronomy: exoplanets, asteroids, and the moons of the gas giants. Titan, a moon of Saturn, is specially stunning with its black methanic rivers, lakes, and seas. Hans said that the next fifty years will be exciting for astronomy. As we talked, a big handsome man with a muscular build came in, ordered coffee, and left.

On the 3rd of November of 2021, it was a rainy, somber day. At the cafe, I found the only open spot at a table near the washroom. There, I drank my iced green tea. At a table beyond mine was a blond student with big biceps with tattoos. Hans the Netherlander rolled in with his wheelchair. I joined him at another table. There, we discussed multibillionaires: Elon Musk's space technology and Bill Gates' medical technology. Then, we discussed the Yucatan. I said that I have been to the temples at Tulum, near a cliff overlooking a white sandy beach, looking like a science fiction set. The other day, he mentioned that Netherlanders ate eel. I suggested that he try the "unagi donburi," sweet glazed eel on rice, at the nearby Japanese restaurant.

A grey day it is on the 4th of November of 2021. At the pizzeria, I could not sit eating my pizza at my regular table just outside the window, as a crowd of fresh brown teenagers were eating pizza there. So, I sat inside by the window. I could see the hairy arms of one brown teenager at the table outside. I went then to the cafe to have my usual iced green tea. I saw a longtime Filipino friend named Alma, who worked before at a corner convenience store, but now is in health care.

On a grey 5th of November of 2021, it was like a parade of handsome men. On a table just outside the pizzeria, I was munching on pizza, whilst a brown vendor at the market beyond was sorting fruits outside and greeting passersby. In the cafe, I was drinking my iced green tea. A muscular young man in a white shirt and blue jeans passed back and forth. Later, a muscular young man in a white shirt with grey pants sat at the far table near the washroom. Then walking back by the pizzeria, I saw a dark chunky man standing, talking to an older man.

On an uneventful 6th of November of 2021, I was drinking my iced green tea at the cafe. I had to line up for it; ahead of me was a handsome man in a dark jacket. A chunky dark man with a shaven head came in. Outside, through the window, I could see a virile man in white with big pectorals go to and from the nearby bank. Two girly men were sitting at a table beyond mine. The Westerners were really cynical, I noticed.

I returned to the cafe in the afternoon of the 7th of November of 2021. As I lined up to order my iced green tea, two dark-haired white men in black leather with three small children were ahead of me. One girl was dressed in a pink Halloween costume. Yes, for some like me, Halloween extends through Christmas.

Before 8 o'clock in the morning of the 8th of November of 2021 at the cafe, I sat drinking iced green tea and eating banana bread. At the front table sat a Filipino woman talking in Tagalog in her cellphone. A big brown-haired man in blue and grey waited at the counter. On my way home, passing by were a brown-haired girl in black and a brown-haired boy in black, who exclaimed, "They think Esperanto is more like a violin..."

Feeling a bit sedentary, I took my second walk in the morning of the 8th of November of 2021. By around 10:30, I was at the pizzeria. The pizza vendor was a chunky Hindu Sri Lankan. Then, at the cafe, I was drinking coffee-infused iced oat milk. A couple, both brown-haired, sat at the table across the room. The man in a green jacket, light brown pants, and grey garden clogs was in good shape. I wanted to see him nude. The woman was wearing a red scarf. He was reading a fat book, whilst she was using a tablet computer. A trio of Mandarin-speakers seated themselves at a table next to the couple. A muscular Arab man who was frequent at the cafe entered. Chris the half-English half-Japanese barista in a black shirt with the red-lettered word "PARIS" and in green pants entered.

In the morning of the 9th of November of 2021, as I entered the cafe, a muscular white man with black hair in grey and blue clothing entered before me. As it was full inside, I had to drink my iced oat milk at a table outside. Then, I ate two slices of pizza at my friend Rose's pizzeria. Nearby, a big labourer exclaimed, "You think the Netherlands is a different province..."

In the night of the 9th of November of 2021, as I entered the cafe to get my iced green tea, a hunky man sat at a table, as he fiddled with his laptop. As I sat at a table by the window, Michael the Guǎngzhōu Man entered and ordered his coffee. We sat together talking. He said that he was flying off tomorrow to visit China for six months. We talked about Thailand, a favourite topic. The food is excellent there. Thai and Vietnamese women have nice personalities, I emphasized. On parting, he gave me a cup of instant noodles. On my way home, I saw Rod my white neighbour. He said that he just retired from his water recycling job. He needs a hobby, we both agreed. I emphasized that the Web has many hobby opportunities.

At two o'clock in the morning, Rafael and I were still chatting away at the teahouse. I was drinking iced green tea, and he was drinking iced blueberry tea.

In the morning, Rafael and I had iced blueberry tea and tofu in mint sauce at the teahouse.

On the day before my birthday of 2022, I ate a Yummy Meat pizza at the pizzeria, and at the cafe, I drank a glass of black iced tea and I tried a cup of pistachio latte with oat milk. I told the Vietnamese barista Jessica there that I could really taste the pistachio in it.

Today on the 12th of January of 2022, at the cafe, I had a glass of black iced tea. Upon exiting, I greeted Hans the Netherlander on a wheelchair a happy new year. We briefly discussed about the ongoing deployment of the James Webb Space Telescope to the Sun-Earth L2 Langrange point. The worry at the moment is about micrometeorites. Incidentally, Hans mentioned a Scottish friend Tom who took a lethal injection yesterday at his hospice because he had cancer.

In the morning of the 13th of January of 2022, I drank a glass of black iced tea at the cafe. I was observing a big, husky white man in blue, as he sat with his laptop by the window.

In the morning of the 14th of January of 2022, at the cafe, two old men at the next table talked about sad adult things. I was just sitting, drinking my black iced tea. Everybody else was looking at their laptop or cellphone. I just like watching people, as cafe enthusiasts in the Old World do.

In the morning of the 21st of January of 2022, at the cafe, I saw that hunky man again that I saw previously, this time sitting with his red laptop at his usual spot near the window. He wore a red hooded jacket with a "W" on it and bulging dark grey pants. I was drinking iced black tea and eating potato chips.

In the morning of the 26th of January of 2022, at the cafe, whilst I was drinking iced black tea, a young well-built man came in, wearing a blue jacket, brown-yellow pants, and a black backpack.

In the afternoon of the 27th of January of 2022, I was having iced tea and two pizzas inside the pizzeria, next to the window. A sturdy man, maybe a Middle Easterner, with white bristles on his muscular face, started eating his two pizzas at a table outside the window.

In the morning of the 28th of January of 2022, whilst I was eating my pizza and drinking my iced tea in the pizzeria, peering through the side window, I could see a handsome bearded man in orange labourer's overalls.

In the morning of the 29th of January of 2022, whilst eating a mushroom pizza and drinking iced tea in the pizzeria, out through the window, I could see in the distance a bespectacled handsome man in dark greyish-black clothing, as he talked in his cellphone.

In the raining morning of the 30th of January of 2022, at the cafe, I was drinking my iced black tea. My friend Don walked to a front table, as we discussed his electronic-book reader, which he has had for over ten years. I have a similar device. Later, a handsome black-haired bearded man, maybe an Arab, approached the counter. He was wearing a black T-shirt and grey rugby pants. He had very hairy arms. Afterwards, I went to the pizzeria.

Having woken up late, in the afternoon of the 4th of February of 2022, I was drinking my iced black tea at the cafe, and I saw a handsome dark-haired boy in a dark-grey tracksuit. Later, at the pizzeria, I asked the name of the muscular Sri Lankan owner, who was sitting there; his name is Tharsan.

In the afternoon of the 5th of February of 2022, I ate pizza at the pizzeria. Then, at the cafe, I saw Hans the Netherlander. I told him that the James Webb Space Telescope had been deployed. He gave me a cold mocha frappuccino, to add to my passion fruit iced tea that I already had. Lyle was there, wearing all black, with cargo pants that hid his robust legs. Don was at a front table, reading from a device.

In the sunny morning of the 6th of February of 2022, on my way to the pizzeria, I saw a bare-chested man in shorts running. Then, I ate two pizzas and drank iced tea with lots of ice.

In the bright afternoon of the 6th of February of 2022, I drank iced black tea at the cafe. At the park, I was excited to see a man playing a guitar, whilst he sat against a tree trunk. I had to use the washroom in the pizzeria, but upon exiting, I saw a robust man in shorts, as he carried a brown paper bag.

In the morning of the 10th of February of 2022, on my way to a breakfast of pizza and iced tea, a strange man was bicycling in the background, as his long dark-green jacket flapped in the wind behind him, like a vampire on a bicycle.

At the cafe, whilst drinking iced tea, my activities include people-watching and daydreaming, using my mind's eye, whilst others around me are gazing at their devices.

On the 11th of February of 2022, very early after 6 in the morning, I was eating barbecue potato chips and drinking black iced tea at the cafe. At a different table was a young Eurasian man in black and red.

In the afternoon of the 11th of February of 2022, I drank black iced tea at the cafe, which was full of standing students. There were Filipinas at two different tables. A stocky redheaded bearded man in grey ordered coffee. A big-bodied Hispanic entered to use the washroom. Later, I was the first customer at a brand-new bubble tea shop nearby, where I ordered taro oat milk iced tea and a blueberry cheese dorayaki.

It was Valentine's Day on the 14th of February of 2022, on Lulu Island. In the morning, I had pizza slices at the pizzeria, where Rose the Filipina was the regular vendor. In the afternoon, I drank black iced tea at the cafe, where I talked to my Anglo-Saxon neighbours Barb and Ken about travelling around this world, Mayan and Aztec pyramids in Mexico, the creole languages in the Caribbean, the otherworldly buildings in the Greek Islands, our common knowledge of prestigious French, and our experiences of the Pandemic, and then talked to Hans the Netherlander about the months-long adjustment phase of the new James Webb Space Telescope, the Jovian atmosphere with lightnings, artifacts of Ancient Egypt, lightning-made glass, and dinosaur bones. At the cafe, I noticed two different round-headed stocky men, who came in and out.

Before dawn of the 17th of February of 2022, I had a pizza sandwich and a can of Thai iced tea at a corner convenience store. I went home. As the sun came out, I went to drink iced black tea at the cafe, where there were some students. Later, at the pizzeria, I had a spicy pizza slice, a cheese pizza slice, and iced tea. Through the side window, I could see a dark-haired man in dark-green shorts, as he paced back and forth, his hairy muscular legs showing.

In the afternoon of the 17th of February of 2022, on my way to the cafe, I saw Sherie the Part-Cree by the crosswalk, as she was walking her brown pit bull. Her hair is tinted a kind of purple. We both think that purple is our favourite colour. At the cafe, I was drinking passion fruit iced tea. I saw two round-headed Himalayan-reminiscent monks in red robes with orange fleece jackets at a different table. Later, the handsome round-headed stubby man in dark clothing that I have seen several times before entered to get his coffee and speedily exited.

After 10 o'clock in the morning of the 22nd of February of 2022, on Lulu Island, I was eating pizza and drinking iced tea at the pizzeria. Then, I was at the cafe drinking my usual black iced tea. Heading home, near the clinic, I saw a very handsome Iranian man talking to another. I have seen him several times in that village. I thought that he was an Arab, but he was speaking Farsi, the language of Iran, today.

In the afternoon of the 22nd of February of 2022, I ate three slices at the pizzeria on Lulu Island with an iced tea. At the cafe, the tables were full, but Don gave me his table, as he left. I was drinking iced green tea. There is a new barista named Sebastian, who is half-Austrian and half-Mayan, as he has Mexican connections. He was born in Austria and still carries an EU passport.

In the morning of the 23rd of February of 2022, there was a student crowd at the cafe, where I drank my iced black tea. Dirk, a big-bodied man, was there to order coffee and took it to a table outside. At the pizzeria, I had a pesto slice and a clear colorless effervescent drink.

In the afternoon of the 23rd of February of 2022, at the cafe, I sat at my favourite corner table to drink my iced green tea, which on other times, I alternate with iced passionfruit tea and iced black tea. Hans the Netherlander hobby astronomer sat at a central table. There were young people with strange hairdos, like samurai top knot, or big and curly, or long and red-tinted. Homebound, I had to use the washroom in the pizzeria, where there were Eurasian students.

In the sunny afternoon of the 24th of February of 2022, on my way to the cafe, I saw bearded Brian in front of the pub, as he talked about poutine with bacon served inside the establishment. At the cafe, I drank my usual iced black tea. There were handsome men in green and black, or in grey, or in black. There were many students. A couple of girls carried multicoloured flowers. Hans the Netherlander astronomy buff talked about the ongoing politics with Russia's invasion of Ukraine. Coincidentally, a family of Russian-speaking Eurasians just from the barbershop, owned by a Middle Easterner, passed through the cafe. The cafe ambiance was not exactly like in Ten Forward, the crew lounge in the Star Trek franchise.

I frequented two Vietnamese restaurants on Nanaimo Street in Vancouver, BC. One played Parisian music for the clientele. The other was my place for Lychee Iced Drink.

On the 25th of February of 2022, it seemed an uneventful, sleepy day. Before dawn, I had a cold canned Thai tea drink and ketchup potato chips from a corner convenience store. After lunchtime, at the cafe, I had my usual iced black tea. Around there were some black-haired men. At the pizzeria, I had two slices and an iced black effervescent drink.

On the 10th of March of 2015, it is a walking day to a doctor's appointment. In the morning, I visit the local Roman Catholic worship centre. It is a brown mid-20th-century building. I gaze at a Mexican Santa María painting in the hallway. There are words in Spanish. The banners in the high-ceiling main chamber are purple, signifying support for Lojban and things Lojbanic, perhaps. By lunchtime, I am at the Richmond Public Market. I take the stairs up. First, I drink a plastic glass full of Sour Plum Bubble Iced Green Tea from a bubble tea vendor called Peanuts. Second, from the food vendor Captain Wa at a corner, I eat Noodles with Lemon Chicken, Tofu, Lotus Root Slices, as well as complimentary Hot Tea. Third, I drink a Starfruit Bubble Iced Green Tea from Peanuts, again. Fourth, having taken the escalator down, I buy a strange sinographic dictionary of a strange Asian Mainland tonal language. Fifth, having gone up the escalator, I drink a Mint Iced Tea from a bubble tea vendor called QQ Bubble Tea & Coffee. (The Q maybe is support for my Xoqolat.) The cold mint drink reminds me of my drinking mint at a café in Versailles in France, years ago. The Richmond Public Market is like a big garden atrium, as if in the middle of a tropical jungle. It is full of Kanjifolk.

On the 26th of February of 2022, I tried to keep my day simple. Before dawn, at the corner convenience store, I drank a cold canned Thai tea drink and ate a pizza submarine sandwich. In the chilly, grey-sky morning, I headed to the cafe, whilst I practiced meditatively by scribbling Japanese Kana glyphs on my hand with a finger. I drank iced black tea at the cafe, whilst the typical early-morning clients were there, a Caucasian and an Oriental. A robust man in a black, red, and white jacket and dark-grey rugby pants entered to get coffee and exited, as he talked on his smartphone. Homebound, I took the long route across the vast green school field, seemingly an Animist-Buddhist experience of being on a different planet, the northern snowcapped bluish mountains being visible beyond.

On the 1st of October of 2019, at the T&T Lansdowne cafeteria, I had bean curd and mushrooms, steamed fish and broccoli, and lemon iced tea.

In the morning of the 27th of February of 2022, on my way out of my Lulu Island house, I saw my neighbours the redhead Rochelle of Russian-Mennonite ancestry and the grey-haired moustached Al from the Anglophone section of Montreal; he was from many generations of Canadians. He said that he did not know French, when he lived in Montreal. I ate a slice of pesto cheese pizza at the pizzeria. The vendor was from Mumbai. Through the window, I could see a young brown-blond-haired man in a dark-grey hooded jacket and blue shorts, which made him look like a "big boy." At the cafe, there was an under-age-30 crowd of ten outside, of whom one looked like a handsome Jew. Inside was a table of five or six over-age-30 people, of whom one was a handsome tomboy in a dark-green jacket and army-green pants. I drank my iced black tea. Heading out of the cafe, I saw the "big boy" smoking in the wooded park. I took the long route home, through the grassy school field littered with goose poop, the northern snowcapped mountains obscured by clouds, an Animistic-Buddhistic view seemingly of a different planet. Near my house, parked in a truck were Olivia and Daniel. Olivia was studying Biochemistry. In the back seat of the truck was a fully black German Shepherd.

In the morning of the 3rd of March of 2022, at the cafe, I had barbecue potato chips, a cinnamon coffee cake, and iced black tea. I saw an ex-barista, the Mexican Lizbeth, who now teaches dancing. I thought that she had moved out of Lulu Island, as I had not seen her for a long time. Max, a Chinese barista, in green, sat at my table, as she did her psychology homework on her laptop before her shift started. Later in the morning after eleven o'clock, I returned to the mall, to the pizzeria, for a pesto cheese pizza slice and iced tea.

After ten o'clock in the morning on the 4th of March of 2022, on Lulu Island, on my way to the pizzeria, I took the long route through the school playground and field, and I sat in the little gazebo, as I gazed at the grey-sky vista. After lunchtime, sunny then, I went to the cafe for iced black tea. There were old Russian men, perhaps with a bit of Hun or other Mongoloid ancestry. A handsome medium-height dark-haired bearded man in army-green pants was waiting in line. Like engraved or sculpted through his light sweater in light grey were his nipples and tight muscles. At my table, a brown student seated himself to eat a black box of sushi with chopsticks and drink a red can of black cola. There were many multiracial students standing around.

In the morning of the 5th of March of 2022, I ate at the pizzeria and drank iced black tea at the cafe, where Rob with now long brown hair, with a black sweater and orange worker pants, entered to greet me and Don, sitting at separate tables. A brown man in a white T-shirt and sleeveless black vest came to get coffee, his muscular arms writhing. I spent a minute in the woods. As I approached my house, I waved to Derek my Filipino neighbour in a green tracksuit, his mesomorphic silhouette showing. In the sunny afternoon, going back to the pizzeria, I saw, on the other side of the main road, a whole Jewish family with children, all wearing Sabbath synagogue attire. I waved to Gurpreet the Sikh at the gasoline station. At the pizzeria's front, a thickset bicyclist in black parked and locked his bicycle. I ate a pizza slice and drank a cold diet cola. Northbound, homebound, I could see the snowcapped mountains. Near my home, I waved to my Fijian multiracial neighbours, the grandson Darius and his grandmother Moli, whose name meant "orange" in Fijian.

Before dawn on the 6th of March of 2022, I walked in the dark to the corner convenience store to buy two cans of Thai tea drinks, two packets of instant noodles, and a bag of fried pork rinds. I drank the orange-brown Thai tea drinks outside the store. As I was homebound, in the dark, a car stopped as a passenger came out to urinate, and then he hopped back into the car, and then the car fled. In the sunny morning, I walked to the cafe to have iced black tea and a banana loaf. Waiting for his coffee order was a tall bearded man, not thin, with red-brown hair, with a black tuque, black sleeved shirt, black pants, and brown sandals. Taking advantage of the spring-like weather here on Lulu Island, I ventured a third time promenading before noon, to the pizzeria for a pizza slice and a cold diet cola. On the way to the pizzeria, I waved to Gurpreet the Sikh at the gasoline station. A Eurasian girl in a dark-blue-grey jacket, grey-black pants, and white light sweater entered the pizzeria to order a pizza. On the big screen was a basketball game in progress. As I was homebound, a bicycling Eastern man in a green jacket and grey sports pants halted in the middle of the alley.

I woke up late today, the 8th of March of 2022, just in time after 10:00 AM to promenade to the pizzeria to have two slices and a cold diet cola. Heading home, I saw an advertisement for a tuna croissant sandwich on the sidewalk, as well as large pieces of white styrofoam and big brown cardboard boxes littered on the way. In the alleyway, I saw the tall Dane-French Michael, smoking, who said, "You can really feel the sun!" Yes, it was a sunny day. In the sunny afternoon, I walked to the cafe, which was full. I drank my iced black tea at a table outside. There was a Filipino boy in blue shorts. A round-headed robust man that I had seen before headed to the entrance of the cafe. Before midnight, I ventured out to the corner convenience store. Men, who were alone by themselves, looked excited, as they sprinted, scootered, or walked by. I bought a bag of fried pork rinds and three cold cans of Thai tea drinks, of which one I drank just outside the store.

On the 10th of March of 2022, I ate two pizza slices and drank iced tea at the Lulu Island pizzeria in the morning. The big screen showed Seattle news, but the sound was off, as usual. In the afternoon, I returned to the pizzeria to have a slice and an iced diet black cola. It was Seattle news, again, on the big screen, with sound off. Somewhat audible East Indian music was playing behind the counter. A boisterous corpulent East Indian man with his boy with a rocket-ship T-shirt ordered pizza. I walked to the cafe. At the cafe, I drank iced black tea. Behind the counter was Sebastian, the Mayan-Austrian hybrid. A big mesomorphic boy customer with something like a samurai hairdo entered. I had seen him before with his impressive meaty thighs, as he liked wearing shorts. Heading home, I observed through the window the new interesting products in the new Japanesque bakery with a bubble-tea vendor. I saw an elegant long bun with the price tag "$95"—or "$9.50"? Near the gasoline station, I saw the round-headed corpulent, but muscular man, who lived in a nearby apartment. I had seen him many times before, over the years, often with his little boy. He decried the ill sentiment in society: "They think sex is just poverty." In the alleyway, my Russian neighbour hastily passed by, whispering, "Everybody's just crying."

On the 11th of March of 2022, a grey morning, I was at the Lulu Island pizzeria, as three vendors, two South Asians and the Filipina, Rose, were busy making orders behind the counter. I had a Hawaiian slice and iced tea. Then, I went to the grocery store looking for dried anchovies, but there was none, according to the two Filipina workers there, so I bought instead five packets of frozen crab-flavoured wild pollock, or kamaboko, and a bag of frozen sole fillets. Then, I went to the cafe, where there was a long line. In front of me was a big boy in shorts, his meaty legs showing. A stocky man in a grey T-shirt and black track pants came in and out. An old man was reading an old book about the ice-hockey player Wayne Gretzky. Drinking my black iced tea, I sat near a table of a Bosnian couple, speaking Bosnian. The cafe music was multilingual, and I could hear Mexican lyrics,"Llorando, llorando, llorando": "Crying, crying, crying." An old man who was a regular before and had moved to White Rock gave me a little KitKat chocolate bar, wrapped in red paper. In the afternoon, I returned to the packed pizzeria to enjoy a pesto cheese slice and iced black diet cola. I could not sit in my usual corner. There were multiracial girl students, with expensive bubble teas. Outside near the greengrocery, white students walked by, saying, "We rather have salvation from suffering." It was drizzling.

In the morning of the 12th of March of 2022, I took a long route going to the cafe. I saw Eurasian children with brownish hair in the Lulu Island neighbourhood. I saw that the cherry blossoms had not yet bloomed in the school yard. I sat in the gazebo to gaze at the grey-sky landscape. I saw my big neighbour in a grey jacket and black pants, as he looked like promenading fat Maitreya Buddha. At the cafe, drinking my iced black tea, I chatted with the brunette barista Sarah from Montreal about how the cherry blossoms seemed late this year. I went to the quiet pizzeria, and Rose the Filipina was unusually there on a Saturday. Eating pizza, her son John-Paul was there, who did not want to go to martial-arts class today, because of feeling too lazy. I ate a slice and drank cold diet cola.

After 6 o'clock in the evening of the 13th of March of 2022, I went a second time to the Lulu Island pizzeria, as a young East Indian man of a Hindu family background served me. Waiting, there was a handsome Mediterranean man with black hair, with a blue cotton jacket and black pants. At my usual corner table, I ate a beef pizza slice and drank iced diet cola. The big screen was showing news from Seattle, with the sound off, as usual. On my way home, on the main road, I noticed that some trees or bushes were already blooming with yellow and pink flowers. I was craving for sauteed eggplant.

In the sunny morning of the 24th of March of 2022, I was drinking iced black tea at the cafe. A tallish handsome man in a tracksuit speedily came in and out to get his coffee. I went to the sandwich shop to eat a tuna sandwich and drink black coffee. I saw Michael the Dane-French on a bench outside, as he did his ritualistic crossword puzzle. I told him that my paternal grandmother, who died at 99, had the same hobby. Then, Michael recounted the time he visited his New Brunswick paternal grandmother, who spoke in Danish for an hour; he could barely understand. Then, "like the flick of a light switch," she switched to English. She died at 94. In the afternoon, I ate pizza at the pizzeria. Homebound, I saw Michael again in the alleyway. We noticed a majestic eagle was flying above in the sky.

On the 25th of March of 2022, I was eating at the Lulu Island pizzeria, whilst Rose the Filipina vendor and a white lady customer, who was sitting at a corner table, talked about mortgages and vacations to the Philippines. They were yelling across the room. I went to the cafe, and on the way, I said hello to my Ukrainian friend Joanne. At the cafe, Karina the Russian made my iced black tea, which I drank. At home, on my Social Media, I watched Patrick Stewart's videos on Shakespeare sonnet readings, as I had been doing for some days. The videos were done in Southern California.

In the raining morning of the 26th of March of 2022, I ate a cheese pizza slice and drank iced diet cola at the pizzeria. On the big screen with sound off was a show about cheetahs in a savannah. In the grey afternoon, I was there again to eat a butter chicken slice and drink a cold diet cola. On the big screen was the rerun of the cheetah show. Homebound, I saw my Oriental lady neighbour pressure washing her driveway.

In the early morning of the 27th of March of 2022, I was not the usual pizza junkie. I drank iced black tea and ate barbecued potato chips at the Lulu Island cafe. Two noisy Cantonese men were present. Outside, near the park, I saw a large orange thermos in a shopping cart. Some were promoting the Orange Dream, the fantasy of an Oriental conlang. Walking on, I encountered the French-Canadian Alex with his friendly Chocolate Labrador, Ellie. I reminded myself that there was also the Chocolate Dream of a fantasy conlang. In the late morning, I went to the pizzeria to eat two slices and drink a cold diet cola. I found out that Rose, the Filipina vendor, was about 9 or 10 years younger than me, so she alerted me that I should not use the Tagalog "po" reverential grammatical particle to her. My third walk took me to the pizzeria in the evening. I was drinking just cold diet cola, as I was watching the 94th Oscars on the big screen with sound off. Three young Filipinas came in to order. Later, I peeked into the new Japanesque SunTea Bakery, and the Purple Yam Mochi Soft Bread, selling at "9.5" Canadian dollars each, intrigued me. I might try it someday. The vendors spoke Mandarin.

On the 31st of March of 2022, morning, for a change from my pizzeria habit, I went straight to the cafe, where I drank iced black tea and ate barbecue potato chips. I saw Lizbeth, the Mexican ex-barista, and I asked her how her dance classes were going. She taught Dance Feet and Zumba, founded in Colombia. At the sandwich shop, I ate a tuna sandwich with black olives and drank black coffee. There were two muscular brown labourers ordering. In the afternoon, I ate two pizza pieces with a diet cola at the pizzeria. There were many multiracial customers, like an anthropological rainbow.

My windscreen was iced up.

Some people think that Greg and I are like Filipino Hispanics. This Saturday morning on the 20th of August of 2022, Greg eats apple chips, and I salted potato chips with black iced tea, at the neighbourhood café. He mentions that he doesn't always go to church on Sunday, because maybe he feels down about life. We talk about the Philippines having mainly three blending peoples, Malays, Chinese, and Spanish. We wonder if most Filipinos really have Spanish and Chinese blood. Many Filipinos don't trace their genealogy. I mention to him that as one just lands at the Manila airport, one sees that the majority are really Malay-looking people. We talk about Jehovah's Witnesses and Mormons. I list some countries, in four continents, to which I've travelled, as it impresses him that I am a world traveller. Greg has only been to the Philippines, Canada, and USA. I assure him that my rich uncle in Oregon, who builds houses in the Philippines, doesn't want to go to Europe. Greg knows that I've lived in Japan and Europe, where I've learned the "walking life."

I label Rod, a bicyclist at the Lulu Island café, a spiritual "eclectic," this morning on the 22nd of August of 2022. He is a slim older white man. He talks to me, whilst I munch on salted vinegar potato chips with iced black tea, beside a favourite Spanish-language sci-fi book, Crónicas de Majipur, by Robert Silverberg. Rod believes that there is "one God," but I say that God could be either singular or plural, as number is a limitation on God. I wonder if he is a "pantheist" or "panpsychist," who believes that there is, at some level, the divine or the mind, respectively, in everybody and everything, even a "pillow." The terminology excites him. He shows me a video describing the complex Aztec calendar on his smartphone. The presentation is full of Aztec, aka Nahuatl, words, which he mistakes for "Mayan." I tell him that in ancient Mexico, the Aztecs were more like the Japanese, whilst the Maya were more like the Chinese. I utter some words presented in Nahuatl. He does not look too surprised that I know how to pronounce. We both have visited Mexico before.

In the grey-sky morning of the 31st of March of 2023, Greg and I, both Filipinos, talked at the teahouse on Lulu Island. Greg by then had already finished his coffee, and I had just ordered my Iced Black Tea. Greg bought two bags of Dried Apple Chips, one of which he gave generously to me. We discussed in Tagalog many things like the romanticization of history, Inuit, Cree Indians, Alberta where he lived before, and evolution. Greg still did not believe in evolution, and I mentioned the Filipino creation myth in which from bamboo out came a man and a woman. We both learned this legend in school. I went to the pizzeria to have a slice and a Diet Coke. The owner, the Sri Lankan Tamil named Tharsan, was at the cashier. He lived in Vancouver, not here on Lulu Island. He had a girlfriend, also Sri Lankan. At my table, I read a Japanese fantasy book, Kudaketa Monshou, or Crumbled Coat of Arms. In my red fanny pack, I also had an Esperanto Mini Dictionary.

In the sunny blue-sky morning of the 13th of April of 2023, I was sitting in the teahouse drinking my iced black tea. Lizbeth the Mexican came through the door, and we greeted each other, she still teaching Dance Fitness and Zumba at several schools here on Lulu Island. I suppose some people at the teahouse miss the noisy patois of Taglish of Greg and me. I was just reading my Japanese-language fantasy book Tabi no Nakama, or The Fellowship of the Ring, of the famous J.R.R. Tolkien. Walking back to my house, I saw Nikki the Cypriot Greek and her Korean neighbour, as they continued their six rounds around the neighbourhood block.

They iced the cake with vanilla frosting.

I drink iced tea before I eat.

He'll only want to come if the streets aren't iced.

I love iced tea.

I like iced tea.

In my first of two trips in the sunny morning to the Lulu Island Starbucks café to drink iced green tea, I talk with my Filipino friend Greg about anthropology. I tell him that Middle Easterners are often Caucasoids with some Negroid infusion, whilst South Asians are often Caucasoids with some Australoid infusion. The Gypsies in Europe came from India, centuries ago. I recount my predilection for Sarah Brightman's music, as in her rendition of "Hijo de la Luna" ("Son of the Moon"), a Gypsy story. In Spain, I saw Gypsies, trying to make money from tourists in tourist attractions. Today is the 19th of June of 2024.

These days, I am wearing my red touque with orange letters in Tagalog, "MGA AWSTRALYA ANG MGA ESTRELYA," alluding to space colonization and the cold and hot deserts of other worlds. These days, I talk with Greg, my religious Filipino friend, at Starbucks café. We talk about travelling, anthropology, international food, and religion. This morning, I played in the midst of dense fog in a neighbourhood grassy field. At Starbucks café, in the foggy morning, I was drinking my reddish Passion Tango iced tea, which contained hibiscus, lemongrass, cinnamon, passion fruit, pineapple, and so forth. Greg gifted me a chocolate croissant. At Starbucks café, in the grey-sky afternoon, I was drinking the seasonal Oat Nog Latte. (Incidentally, Nog is a dwarf-like Ferengi alien character in the Star Trek franchise.) Kristina, part-Inuit part-Norwegian, was my barista. She has a handsome face, and her mannerisms and style reflect some things about her Inuit ancestors. "Viktor, it's like you're part-Inuit," she told me. She knows that I am from the Philippines. At my table, I exercised with my hand grip strengthener, which I carried in my army jacket pocket. At the café, I greeted Don the alluring white man and Květa the solitary Czech lady, as I exited. It is the 4th of December of 2024.

Here on Lulu Island, a few days ago, I've tried the Jerk-spiced Chicken Rice Bowl from Subway, but I've yet to try the expensive Hawaiian goodies at Steve's Poké Bar. This morning, the 25th of November of 2024, after 6, still dark as night, I saw Michael J. the Dane-French, whilst I was walking. He showed me new pictures on his cellphone about strange neighbourhood lights that he attributes to extraterrestrials. I mention to him about Elon Musk's apparent position on the matter that aliens haven't visited us here on Earth, but he doesn't discount the mathematical probability that life, intelligent or not, exists on faraway worlds. He's mentioned that there may be many one-planet civilizations that may have died out. He thinks that it is important that our Terran consciousness would be propagated outside of Earth for our own security. It's important that we have a "multiplanetary" civilization, Elon opines. We don't want to be a one-planet civilization that just dies out. I told Michael my two reasons that aliens would hide from us: (1) They're higher beings that have compassion for lower beings like us Earthlings, and (2) we as Terrans and Earth as a whole could be their EXPERIMENT, so they don't want to disturb it. Later, walking, I reached Starbucks café. I drank an Iced Gingerbread Oat Chai, then a reddish Passion Tango iced tea, from my barista Emma, an Iranian. At my corner window table, I was reading the Esperanto sci-fi book La Imperio Ornaks.

I talked to Greg the Filipino this morning in Starbucks café. Greg was drinking Mocha and I a Passion Tango iced tea. I saw that seemingly "Greek" muscleman again, in and out of the café with his coffee. "Ang laki! (So big!)," I said to Greg. His body is like a Greek god sculpture. (I am not really sure if he is Greek, but I heard him talking in his cellphone in a language that sounded Greek to me.) I took my second walk in the grey-sky morning: At Yummy Slice pizzeria, Sachet the Gujarati vendor and Tharsan the Sri Lankan owner were there, as I was drinking my grey-can Diet Coke. At the Subway sandwitcheria, I got a Turkey Ranch "Snackwich" with spinach, tomatoes, fried onions, cucumbers, and honey mustard sauce. Simran the Punjabi Sikh was my vendor. She talked about the coming Lohri Festival in January for Punjabis. It has to do with celebrating with bonfires and honouring childbirth. I greeted Don the head-shaven white man at Starbucks café, where I was eating almonds. Today is the 9th of December of 2024.

These days, at Starbucks café, I have been addicted to Oat Nog Latte, but this morning, I decided to have Iced Gingerbread Oat Chai. I sat in the back, near the restrooms. It is a grey-sky day. I walk practically everyday to get to the café. It was extremely windy, today, though. I stopped at Yummy Slice pizzeria for a Diet Coke and Subway sandwitcheria for a Turkey Ranch "Snackwich" just before the café. Heading home, I then visited Kin's Farm fruteria. Grandma Taiwan was there at the front: "Míng sà la!" she exclaimed. The lotus roots were out of stock. The wind was ferocious, as I walked back home. The neighbourhood Tim Hortons will be opening soon. Today is the 14th of December of 2024.

I walked at night, here on Lulu Island. As I entered Starbucks café, sitting at a table with two Doritos bags of chips, one purple and one red, were Peter the redheaded Anglo and Hans the Netherlander on a motorized wheelchair, who offered to me. I took a few chips from both bags. Then, I was drinking reddish Passion Tango iced tea, then Oat Nog Latte. I was munching on crème brûlée almonds. I was exercising with my hand grip strengthener at my table. There were a regular couple with seemingly American spoken accents. The man was a handsome white-haired bear, always wearing a sports outfit. At Hans' request after he exited, Peter gave the purple Doritos bag to me and the red one to Chris the Japanese-English hybrid, who was a barista. The other barista was Jessica the petite Vietnamese. There were Filipino customers. Jessica asked me if I knew what was "lomi" (a Filipino noodle dish). I said that it was "rāmen." Homebound, walking, I accidentally tripped on a wooden board in a dark alleyway. My eyeglasses fell off. Luckily, I was not hurt. A Cantonese labourer helped me. Today is the 14th of December of 2024.

After two in the morning, I was awake, trying to read an Interlingua book, Le torno del mundo in octanta dies, by Jules Vernes. But the lamp in the living room was too dim. I ate a few pieces of Italian round waffle-like cookies, pizzelle. I went back to sleep on the couch. Later, it was a drizzling morning, cold and clammy, this Boxing Day of 2024. I walked twice to the neighbourhood's Tim Hortons. Firstly, I ate two hash browns, whilst drinking an iced coffee with oat milk. Secondly, I ate a crispy chicken wrap with a glass of blackberry yuzu sparkling quencher. At both occasions, there were Eurasian children, and there were Filipinos that looked handsomely Japanesque. I was exercising with a hand grip strengthener at my table, as I counted to twenty in Esperanto, in each set: "unu, du, tri, kvar,..." In the afternoon, this Boxing Day of 2024, the sun came out of the clouds, the drizzle stopping for the while. An odd cabinet mirror stood by the sidewalk, so I could see my bare legs and mauve garden shoes in the reflection. I walked to Tim Hortons, there to drink an iced coffee with oat milk. The café was crowded. At night, I went back there to eat a roast beef and cheddar sandwich with an oat milk iced coffee. A brown family popped in to break the empty silence. A pensive white man said that I liked the word "blossom": Maybe, he was waiting for spring?

This winter has been warmer than usual, so far, without snow, here on Lulu Island. In the morning, this 27th of December of 2024, I walked twice to Tim Hortons: Firstly, I ate two hash browns with an oat milk iced coffee. Secondly, I ate a sausage egg English muffin meal, including a hash brown and oat milk iced coffee. I went to Starbucks for an oat nog latte. I missed Greg, my Filipino friend, who left just before me. Then, I went to Yummy Slice pizzeria for a red-can Coca-Cola Zero Sugar. The Filipina vendor Rose was there, so we said "Happy New Year" to each other. I passed by Kin's Farm fruteria. On my way home, in the park's alleyway, I met and talked with my ufologist friend, Michael J., a Dane-French. He amused himself with the red touque on my head, with orange letters in Tagalog: "MGA AWSTRALYA ANG MGA ESTRELYA" (The stars are Australias). I told him it was about "space colonization." There are the cold and hot deserts of other worlds. Then, I went to the house of my "auntie" neighbour, Tita Zeny, to pick up her homemade "dinuguán" or Filipino pork blood stew to bring home. Lunch at home would include Filipino chicken "adobo."