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Confession Session: I’m sick of babies…

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….

Me: Ensaymada…

Nat: Insaymadeh?

*** tried to pronounce 3 or 4 times***

Me: No, no… It’s en-say-ma-da

Nat: Huh?  That’s baby!

Me: What baby? 

Nat: Insaydmader….

*** 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.