The other night, when I was holding my phone and looked at the city lights, I noticed that they were all enjoying the video of my cousin Fanny's scandal. The frustrating thing is that even those of us who have nothing to do are unable to communicate with or see Fanny. She's hiding, and I'm really worried about her.

"Kuya, what happened?" he inquires. As I looked at Brother David, who was working on my laptop, I asked him a question. He was preoccupied with his job, and I didn't appear to be saying anything.

"I'm also not familiar with Princess," he added, adding that the movies had been taken...