For those who still doesn’t know, aside from running my own business — http://www.turfsiteph.net — and teaching at CSB, I also work for a company at the airport which is under the Lucio Tan Group of Companies.

A few years ago, my boss (then; he’s in UAE now) asked me to device a way that will consolidate all flight information and these data must be dispatched to different sections within the company with a prinout. Gathering enough information from people in our ranks, who had worked at different airport stations all around the world, an idea came up and the management (as well as the top level management) liked it. This was eight years ago.

The project, after two (02) system administrators and IT managers, was put into a halt in 2001. Just this morning, my boss told me that the new system administrator cum IT manager will sit down and meet with me to revive the project. What?! After all these years? Good thing, I have all the documentation and source codes archived in my office PC. We’re now back to square one and a half.

I am not trying to be too religious hear, but duty calls.

As a background — for those who still doesn’t know — I had been playing the organ (electronic musical instrument, that is, you naughty minded) at our Parish’s 9:30 AM mass since I was 10 years of age. That particular mass caters to the children, where I do belong some 17 years ago. It was not until early this year that we organists at our parish noticed our ever diminishing population: church organists in our parish are becoming instinct. Some of my colleagues had either migrated elsewhere, or will simply want to become an “ordinary” mass-goer. Then came an offer from my music mentor, who currently plays during the 8:00 pm mass, for me to handle one of the choirs and to eventually play as replacement for him.

I was really really hesitant. Why? I had never handled a choir before, and my first impression was that: geez, I am going to play for an adult’s mass (boring). But at the back of my head, hey, duty calls.

Finally, after weeks of invitations, I attended the first choir practice last Saturday night. Sad to say, none of the choir members showed up, perhaps they’re all busy with stuff and things. It was only I and Kuya Jun, my music mentor, who practiced the songs. Most of them, I already knew, but some oldies, they’re really new to my ears. After the practice, I asked Kuya Jun if I can photocopy some of his piano pieces, which are older than I am .. hehehe ..

Then came Sunday, that was yesterday. After playing at the morning children’s mass, stayed for a while, chatted with friends and waited for the rain to stop. Went to mass solo-flight, my wife was still in bed when I left. Nine hours later, I was sitting again in front of our aging Technics organ with a three-plus-one piece choir. Honestly, it was the first time that I felt butterflies in my stomach, thinking that in the children’s mass, I have a drummer, atleast 2 guitarist, and a 10 piece or so Rondalla with me playing (and I am the conductor/organist). Now, I am all alone. I was like an oil factory that night. Missing some notes, and I complete forgot that I was playing for a different mass when I played Alleluia that was meant for the morning mass. Stupid me!

Well, next pracice is scheduled this Saturday night. Still ahve 3 more Sundays to complete with the adjustments.