And when I say sick, I mean, I’m tired of eating them already.
The news that I was flying to Phils for a short weekend spread in the office. I spread so many rumors* about myself, that they had to verify with one another whether I was really flying out, thus the *chismis* traveled. Upon confirmation though, my other-races-colleagues started asking me to buy this-es and that-s, specifically Filipino knick knacks. A conversation with one of them went…
Nat: Could you buy me cheese cake?
Me: Cheese cake? What cheese cake?
Nat: Cheese cake. Philippines is famous for it.
Me: ??? I don’t know what you mean. What’s cheese cake?
Nat: It’s cheese cake, Von brought it before.
(Went to Von)
Me: Von, ano yung cheese cake na pinagsasabi nya?
Von: Ah… ensaymada yun.
Me: Ah okay.
(Went back to Nat)
Me: Hey Nat. It’s not cheese cake. It’s ensaymada
Nat: Insamade? So funny ha….
*** tried to pronounce 3 or 4 times***
Me: No, no… It’s en-say-ma-da
Nat: Huh? That’s baby!
Me: What baby?
*** Eventually realized that she meant, *inside mother*. Laughed so hard. Wrote it on a piece of paper instead.
Whenever I see ensaymada, my colleagues and I call it baby. Hehehe. Recently stuffed myself with extra *babies*, so now, I’m sick of them.
Don’t worry, I’m not yet sick of baby Beau Bear. 😀