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The truth about Ely and Diane

Philstar.com - Tuesday, February 10

"I will always be his No. 1 fan and he will always be the love of my life; I will forever continue to support him, fiercely defend him, care for him, back him up, protect him and uphold him."

Blind items have been coming out about the marital status of the vocalist of a popular (“dis”)band and his manager wife, to the effect that the singer has a new girlfriend who is pregnant while his wife is said to have found her own new happiness with the vocalist of another band with whom she’s living-in.

The items are a giveaway, right?

Yes, those being referred to are no other than Ely Buendia (who’s having another reunion concert with the other Eraserheads guys — Raimund Marasigan, Buddy Zabala and Marcus Adoro — on March 7 at the Mall Of Asia Concert Ground) and Diane who have a son, Eon.

The blind items (in the tabs) are not true, according to Diane who sent Funfare the following statement “to set the record straight” once and for all:

Though Ely and I are not together as a couple, we remain the best of friends. He’s a great, great brilliant man and I am honored to be working with him as his sole representative and manager, not to mention also my esteemed partner in artistic endeavors. I still manage his band, Pupil, the best band in the land.

We have nothing but the utmost respect for each other. He is family and what we have is greater than any form of relationship. He is the best father, a brilliant artist, a good man, a superb writer — he is nothing short of a genius. I will always be his No. 1 fan and he will always be the love of my life; I will forever continue to support him, fiercely defend him, care for him, back him up, protect him and uphold him.

Anyone who attempts to do him wrong will be answerable to me. There is nothing I will not do for him and our son. We will continue to work together as business associates, co-writers and, soon, film directors (watch out for that!).

Ely will conquer the world and I will stand by him and by his side.

There. Loud and clear?

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