“Heller?!!!
Eko, maardi? Duh!
Hindi kea, I’m so down to earth kea noh! Excuse me, I’m not maardi, huh!
It’s just like the misconception of others that I’m like maardi, but you know, I’m not kea.
If I’m maardi, e di sene I don’t eat street foods like beloot and penoi. Or this pereng kuley orange ne intestines ng chicken and pigs. Pereng it’s like so uncoñotic nemen to think that I’m like maardi. People who say that probably don’t no me at all. Like I commute din nemen and like I also take jeepneys noh. Tepos se market nge when I see this sticky rice wrapped in belet ng benana, Oh gosh, I buy them huh… And I give them to our maids as peselubong. See, I’m really not maardi.
Keye pereng it’s like offending to hear such comment from mge teo ne hindi nemen nile me mesyedong kilele. Like se mge foods, I mean, Like, we all have preferences right? I hate peksiw, it’s true, but it doesn’t mean like that I am maardi na. Noh Kea. Duh! Whatever!
I mean, it’s over ne telege. Minsen nekeke-hurt neng feelings. I’m just being me and you are just being you. We all have differences kea. I’m not. Promise. I’m really really not, I swear. I’m not Maardi. I’m not Kea.”
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