ONDOY'S AFTERMATH

September 26, 2009 is definitely a day to remember for us Filipinos after experiencing an unprecedented weather phenomenon of biblical proportions.

I'm referring to typhoon Ondoy which pummeled and flooded most parts of Metro Manila and nearby provinces. Many people got stranded, lost their cars, their homes and even their lives yesterday.

I do not intend to make a mockery by posting a photo of MSC wearing our usual happy faces. Nor would I want to show the group being not too much affected by yesterday's events. But I wanted to show how grateful we are that the Lord protected us and our loved ones from the wrath caused by this storm.

Many members weren't able to attend service today. But all are safe eventhough some got stranded and chose to stay put in their respective workplaces to wait for the floods to subside. But our group opted to go on with practice after the service anyway.

We started rehearsing songs for the Christmas Season... And I couldn't help thinking of the people who would not be celebrating Christmas the same way again after Ondoy's devastation.

MISSING THE NIGHTLIFE

I miss the nightlife with MSC. For the past weeks, I've been able to go out with another crowd and enjoy myself with them. But when I think of the people I left behind back home, like my MSC, I couldn't help imagining being with them too...

I miss the unplanned going to Starbucks at some gas station in the north...

I miss watching concerts with MSC at the Araneta...

I miss eating at a fancy restaurant whenever there is an occasion to celebrate...

I miss wandering around at some mall till it closes...

I miss the "for the boys/girls" gatherings...

I miss the evening rehearsals...

I miss bowling with MSC...

I miss hanging out at some co-member's house and having a great time...

These are some things I terribly miss about MSC and those were just but a portion of the things I miss. The colors that help liven up this group eversince I became part of it...

WITWI: JOY?

Another MSC member with a fine soprano voice is currently out of the scene...

Joy Cruz, niece of legendary MSC tenor, Oyet de Galicia is presently an employee at a local cooperative. Unfortunately, her work days include Sundays so she fails to join the weekly church services and rehearsals.

But no matter, when she finds another job, hopefully soon, things would go back to normal to both her and MSC.

We miss you, Joy.

TRANSFER OF POWER?

This photo was taken ages ago when the digital camera has just made its debut and penetrated the MSC lifestyle.

Two guitar fanatics. One veteran, Arnel (the Big Brother of MSC) and one apprentice, Jeffrey (Jeff or Junjun to his co-members). It's a good thing that MSC never runs out of young members interested of being a "virtuoso" someday. And we are simply glad that there are people around who are willing to share their skills for others to learn.

MSC is indeed all about sharing and helping one another in every aspect possible.

MY GIFT FOR ANGIE

I know your 18th birthday has long passed. But this is my only means of giving you a gift (for now, that is). How I wish to have sung for you on that special day.

She May be the face I can't forget

The trace of pleasure or regret

May be my treasure or the price I have to pay

She May be the song that summer sings

May be the chill that autumn brings

May be a hundred different things

Within the measure of a day

She May be the beauty or the beast

May be the famine or the feast

May turn each day into a heaven or a hell

She may be the mirror of my dreams

The smile reflected in a stream

She may not be what she may seem

Inside her shell

She Who always seems so happy in a crowd

Whose eyes can be so private and so proud

No one's allowed to see them when they cry

She May be the love that cannot hope to last

May come to me from shadows of the past

That I'll remember till the day I die

She May be the reason I survive

The why and wherefore I'm alive

The one I'll care for through the rough in ready years

Me I'll take her laughter and her tears

And make them all my souvenirs

For where she goes I've got to be

The meaning of my life is

She

She, oh she