United States of Mimi

“Ate Mimi, bakit ayaw mo naman magbakasyon sa ibang bansa?” I asked my sister.
“Balak nga namin mamasyal sa Seoul this year eh,” she answered.
“Wow! Maganda dun! Nagustuhan namin ni Mitch dun,” I told her, “Maigi yang mag-travel ka. Nakakawala ng stress ‘yun sa trabaho.”
“Kaya nga,” she answered.
“Bakit ayaw mo mag-try pumunta sa Amerika? Kay Ate Richie!” I suggested.
“Eh di lalo na ako nastress dun! Puro English!” she screamed. She has been based in Japan for quite sometime now that it weakened her command of the English Language. Speak to her in Nihonggo, boy, she’s conversant but ask her to speak in English that’s another story.
I laughed.
“Hindi na ako nakapagsalita dun… puro ‘Good Morning Kuya’ lang ako tapos hindi na ako magsasalita buong araw,” Ate Mimi answered, “Ma-no-nose bleed ako dun!”
“Ate, hindi na nose bleed… Lock jaw na uso ngayon,” I told her.
“Ma-la-lock bibig ko! Hindi bubuka! Baka ipa-massage ko pa ‘yun araw-araw!”
“Sisigawan ka pa ni Richie dun,” Ate Pam butted in.
“Oo nga! Sasabihin nun, ‘ENGLISHIN MO MIMI!” Eh wala nga ako masasabi sa English,” she finished.

Ate Mimi for US: That’ll be a treat