Transcript · Filipino → English
Fan Story of Indian Vloggers
... their comments about me. Story time, okay? Did you know, I didn't have kids yet,
and my Indian husband and I were just dating, I was already a follower of
Singh, Sarah, and Elaine.
Okay? When Singh and Sarah had only a few followers, I was already following them.
These people commenting are definitely newbies.
Because they haven't seen the very first posts of Singh and Sarah.
If I remember that time, they hooked their viewers even more during
those times. At that time,
Singh and Sarah didn't have kids yet, and Sarah was really beautiful.
My favorite part was,
you know, the goofiness of Baljit and his group. There, Baljit.
And then I was so happy because I said," Oh, Baljit is also a Singh.
Maybe..." Maybe that's the same place as my husband's because they are both Singh,
like my husband. So there. So, in short, I became, like, a real fan of theirs.
I watch all of their vlogs.
Until it reached the point where she really got my interest when Sarah
started telling the story.
She wanted to show us the face of the woman who— I don't know,
I forgot, it's been so long.
I think this woman is, uh, the ex of... ex of— was she an ex,
or was she going to be married before? But this woman, she married someone else.
Okay, she's Indian.
The Indian woman married someone else who was supposed to be with Baljit,
they had a relationship before, but this woman went a
different way.
So, when she saw Sarah, the woman seemed intimidated, okay, the Indian woman.
Sarah said she should show us, she should show us the face of that Indian woman.
The woman was still sitting on the manjha, okay?
Now, from watching her for so long, I got hooked.
I said," Oh, my gosh!" " Sarah's life is so beautiful, like this, like that.
She's so lucky with, you know, Baljit." I said," Hey, I also have an Indian
man, maybe mine will be like this too." Oh, right? This idiot kept on watching.
Until…
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Original transcript (Filipino)
...comment nila sa akin. Story time, okay? Okay? Itong mga nagko-comment na 'to, for sure baguhan lang 'yan. Kasi hindi pa nila nakikita 'yung kauna-unahang post nina Singh and Sarah. If I remember that time,
That time, wala pang anak sina Singh and Sarah and napakaganda talaga ni Sarah. That time, wala pang anak sina Singh and Sarah and napakaganda talaga ni Sarah. Ang gustong-gusto ko na part na 'yan, 'yung ano, 'yung kakalugan nila Baljit. Ayan, si Baljit. Ang gustong-gusto ko na part na 'yan, 'yung ano, 'yung kakalugan nila Baljit. Ayan, si Baljit. Tapos tuwang-tuwa pa ako kasi sabi ko, "Ay, si Baljit, Singh din 'yan. Baka..."
"Baka parehas 'yan ng lugar ng asawa ko kasi parehas silang Singh ng asawa ko." Ayan. Lahat ng vlogs nila, pinapanood ko 'yan. Hanggang dumating sa point na nakuha niya talaga 'yung interest ko nung nagkwento na si Sarah. Gusto niyang ipakita sa amin 'yung mukha nung babae na, I don't know, nakalimutan ko na, sa napakatagal na panahon na. I think this babae is, uh, ex ni ano...
Gusto niyang ipakita sa amin 'yung mukha nung babae na, I don't know, nakalimutan ko na, sa napakatagal na panahon na. I think this babae is, uh, ex ni ano... ex ni, ex ba or papakasalan before? Pero itong si babae, iba 'yung napangasawa niya. Okay, Indiana siya. Iba 'yung napangasawa nung Indiana Okay, Indiana siya. Iba 'yung napangasawa nung Indiana eh nag-iba ng way.
So, nung nakita niya si Sarah, parang na-intimidate si babaita, okay, si Indiana. Sabi ni Sarah, ipakita daw, ipakita daw niya sa amin 'yung mukha nung Indiana. Nakaupo pa 'yung babae sa manjha, okay? Ngayon, sa tagal-tagal ng panonood ko sa kanya, na-engganyo ako. Sabi ko, "Ay, hala!" "Ang ganda naman ng buhay ni Sarah, ganito, ganyan. Ang swerte naman niya kay ano, kay Baljit." Sabi ko, "Uy, meron din akong indiyano, baka ganito din 'yung akin." "Ang ganda naman ng buhay ni Sarah, ganito, ganyan. Ang swerte naman niya kay ano, kay Baljit." Sabi ko, "Uy, meron din akong indiyano, baka ganito din 'yung akin."
Oh, 'di ba? Tuloy-tuloy ang panonood ng gaga. Hanggang...
