Neil Gaiman in Subic: I’m Not Going
By Yan • Nov 18th, 2007 • Category: Groupie-isms, Random TidbitsBwuhuhuhuhu! 
I’ve shed enough tears. Er, in some way or another. Well, okay, there were no tears, actually. But there was a lot of pain. Believe you me, there was.
As I said in my text message to Gen, “Neil Gaiman and I are not fated to meet just yet. But someday, he will seek me. It is his destiny.” 
He’s a god, Neil is.
But after thinking it over, and well, negotiating with my alter ego (i.e., my responsible self), I just couldn’t see how I could go.
First of all, my plans came crashing down when Dad texted me that he’s coming to Cebu this week. Apparently, the PICE (Philippine Institute of Civil Engineers) is holding an annual convention here simultaneous with the Ad Congress in Subic. There went the promise of a free ride (with my Dad as my driver) from Makati to Subic. And there went my tour guide as well. Without a companion, I fear that I’d get lost in the chaos. (See how dependent I’ve become? This is so not me.)
It would have been okay if Lem and Gen didn’t leave me hanging. At the back of my mind, there was an elaborate plan to steal dad’s SUV somehow and then wing it from there. Yeah, right. As if that would have worked. Anyway, the point being, I could have managed if Lem and Gen were to go with me. But Lem (grrr) left the country earlier this week. And Gen, well, Gen (grrr) decided that she’d rather stay. So, there went Plan B.
And to top it off, I just got awarded two projects last week. Both of which are supposed to be completed by the 27th. If I skip town for 5 days (let alone a week), I’d be struggling to keep up again. True, I could have managed. But well, it just didn’t seem worth it.
How can I say that it’s not worth it? It’s Neil Gaiman, for crying out loud! …Oh, well. Sour grapes, anyone?
I console myself with the thought that there’d be other opportunities to meet my god. We are destined to meet in this lifetime, he and I. We’ve already shared so much in Morpheus’ realm. It would just be a matter of time before our paths finally cross in waking. 
On the upside, I’ll be in Cebu for the Guitar Fest. Whopeee! I may not be able to see Gaiman, but I’d get to see Cebu’s guitar gods together on stage for the very first time in music history. True, it’s not quite the same. But the prospect — the prospect of an intense duel of amazing riffs and musical ingenuity, my friends — is truly overwhelming. Orgasmic, even.
Still, this doesn’t mask the fact that…
my heart is breaking…
Oh, Neil…
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Yan (a.k.a. Yannie, YanYan) is a young-ish entrepreneur, writer, poet, artist, graphic designer, web geek, lover, friend, daughter, connoisseur, gourmand, amateur chef, coffee addict, control freak, and incessant dreamer. Not necessarily in that order.
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