Originally posted December 6, 2006.
[reposted because of this]

"History is good if we don't have to deal with the past."
(Marlon Anore re Genee Lou Nuñez)

I had a wondeful weekend in Manila. Of course I want to devote several paragraphs to the exquisite feeling of returning to UP, the sheer excitement of being among long lost friends, the ecstacy of watching Hastang on stage, etc. etc.

Unfortunately, I did leave a lot of backlog when I flew to Manila, and I must deal with infinite unresolved work issues. In other words, I don't have the luxury to rave about the recent events in my life (perhaps later).

So, I'll leave it at this: We came, we saw, we conquered.

And, we will definitely be back.

There are several people I need to thank. You all know who you are. Thank you so much for making our weekend special. I will forever love you for your limitless generosity and ever-lasting support. I count myself lucky to have friends like you.

And to my Baby, I just want to say this: I am so proud of you.

Cliche as it sounds -- when I heard the pandemonium at 6UG last saturday, my heart swelled to a gigantic size well beyond the capacity of my chest (i'm sure there's a better metaphor, but jeez, i'm on my 3rd mug of coffee). My mortal body could not contain my happiness. I am so happy that your dreams are finally unfolding.

At the back of my mind, however, there's this nagging fear that I will someday lose you. I fear that the applause will consume you, that the expansive limelight will swallow you in its midst.

I fear, and I fear.

But I trust. And I hope.

And I love.