Cagbalete. The Great Flood. Mom's visit. Band of brothers. Binondo. Relatives ahoy. Hello Kitty. Bohol. Blogging. Loss. Generosity of spirit. Learning. La Union. Blogger friends. Injury. Cebu. Happiness. Vigan. Tampuhan. SF. Spice. Desktop suvives. Bataan. Teaching. Musa survives. Triumph.
My my my, Ewik, one of my favorite bloggers, seemed to have stirred a hornet's nest with his poston the transaction of some trannie tricks in a coffeshop. Actually, it was Rudeboy's equally provoking commentary that added (a LOT of) fuel to the fire. I'll try to avoid the fray in Ewik's comments section and chip in my thoughts on this post instead.
Eternal Wanderer is such a ditzy dumb blond. He was at Trinoma last Saturday to have his usual movie date with EB. Actually, EB didn't really want to go out of his house, but all that Eternal Wanderer had to do was flip make wagaway his long flaxen locks at EB, and voila, EB was out of his house in no time.
That always does the trick! teehee
Anyhoo, Eternal Wanderer was pretty much excited to watch the movie. Come to think of it what was more fun that watching something about the likes of instant chat messaging and the wonderful world of Yahoo? He thought he could pick up ideas on how to dress up and style his image on the upper right side corner of the YM chat window.
On the day itself, I deliberately refrained from running through the two pieces. Some of the members were asking expecting a full run.
I said no.
I told them, "We have been practicing for the past five weeks. What would another run though do except tire you out? Everything that was needed to be learned was already covered. I'm not asking you to be perfect, but what I'm asking for is that you give your best shot when you go onstage. I'm doing this because I have to trust that I taught you well. I have to trust that you will perform with all honesty and integrity. I have faith that you will deliver, so you have to have faith in yourselves."
It was an uphill battle from the start for the choir and me. Given the fact that the pool of auditionees was limited to members of the organization, to say that there were scant options is an understatement. Nonetheless, I personally listened to those who auditioned, and handpicked people who had sharp ears and good tonal memory. The rehearsal period was very short, and I'd really rather have a group who were fast learners rather than singers with beautiful voices.
My gamble paid off. We finished off the piece of our choice in three days. I was excited with the fact that I managed to secure the permit of the arranger of the score to have the group do the Philippine premiere. It was actually a commissioned work for a foreign choir; another Filipino choir had sung it, but only performed it abroad. Luckily, I was also able to ask the choirmaster of that ensemble to allow us to premiere the work here in the Philippines. With his blessings, he gave the go signal.
I spent the whole night tossing and turning because of all the mounting tension. When I finally did, sleep proved to be fitful and restless. I was fully expecting to wake up filled with panic and anxiety. However, as I opened my eyes a few hours later, the sun was up and shining bright. I surprisingly felt serene and composed.
I had a most interesting call yesterday afternoon. I chatted for prolly a good hour with the former long-time partner of Popsy. Mom excepted, of all the women in my dad's life, that former partner is the one I'm closest to. I was actually saddened when Popsy and her broke up because I really, really like her. Now, Popsy has a new girlfriend, and I think the former partner is also with someone else right now. Just like my mom, former partner and my dad are kewl. She's even kewl with his new girlfriend.
All's well that end's well right?
Enter Madame Claudia Selina Powers. But call her Glenn Close, for short.