Sorry Lovi Poe, but it sure is your fault why your beloved “Cong” - now that I mentioned it, I don’t actually know how to call him anymore – Singson is going to spend his cold nights behind bars for 18 months.
It was your fight that drove him to do drugs that day. Or Usher. Either way, he’s in, you’re out and left crying over what-could’ve-been’s and whatnots.
I wonder how your professed love for each other will grow as you get separated by those steel bars (or not, because I have no inkling as to how HK jails look like, most especially for the big names getting jailed for “justice’s” sake.) Will your love, as my old yaya would call say it, grow ponder?
18 months is a long time. Imagine, a woman houses her baby in her belly for nine months, by the time he gets out, you could have gotten two babies, provided of course that you’re not human and are too excited to make babies you disregard nursing your first baby on its first few months.
18 months and a baby is enough to have your baby develop words and ways of communication.
18 months and it’s the birthday of two of my former friends.
18 months and some Filipinos might forget we voted for a president and demand a new one.
18 months and another AFP-related case will be colorfully dissected in the upper and lower houses – unless we find Cha-Cha a nicer topic to stress our already stressed political arena in which case, we’ll be welcoming a possible new contenter for Phillippine domination: her excellency, Gloria MacapagalArroyo. (Oh, she’s not new? But she hasn’t become a prime minister yet right? This one’s different.)
18 months Pacquiao could have fought Mayweather already.
18 months and Donaire could have been the 2nd pound-for-pound king, after Pacquiao knocking out Mayweather.
18 months and a new singing Hollywood sensation could come out and be featured in Ellen or Oprah (hello to the Fil-Canadian girl who made Lady Gaga cry).
18 months and you could have found a new love, Lovi. Someone who takes after your father (or any of the movie characters he once portrayed.) I’m not saying you should dump him, Lovi, oh no. It’s not in my position to dictate love. I am merely saying this: you might want to spend more of your time focusing on your career, prayer meetings and spiritual reformation. Who knows that in those 18 months, he a reformed man, and you of course, may find yourselves more in love than ever, end up in each other’s arms and make-up for the lost time. By then, you will have said no to premarital sex – which I’m not insinuating you’re engaged in for I know how good a girl you are – and you will have rejected posing for sexy print ads.
Now will not that make a beautiful Philippines?
For related news, please read the following links:
1. Recap of Songson's case (and his love for Usher).
2. Singson pleads guilty (of loving Lovi).
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