Tuesday, January 31, 2006 x 1:52:00 AM

Staying home sure has its benefits. TELEVISION.

I spent the day eating, sleeping, eating, sleeping…. And add tears and laughter that would definitely summarize my whole day.

Sister Act 2, The Ladykillers, Coyote Ugly.

Common Trait: Choir = Singers = Musicians

Sister Act especially tugged my heart strings…


Reminisced my choir days…

I was really passionate about the Choir.

There was this one time when I was in secondary one, I called upon all my choir mates to prepare for a performance for teacher’s day. It was difficult to handle my guy mates and frankly, to take orders from an effeminate boy would not do them any justice.

So the gals and I prepared for what is to be one of the funniest (not to forget humiliating) moments in my life.

On the day.

The girls were fully clad in their choir attire. My pianist sat patiently, her fingers trembling from the lack of practice. And I was backstage, passing the microphone to the stage manager as I changed my focus from being the master of ceremony to the conductor of a choir (which frankly I know nuts about).

The moment came… The girls were all ready to sing.

I walked in, gave a bow and lift my arms to shoulder level. I signaled my pianist and smiled at my choir, signifying the beginning of a performance.

This is the common routine of my choir mistress, Mdm Ong Foon. The last I heard of her… she was ill and undergoing treatment. I am unsure of those reports… some say she has the amnesia… while others say she is still teaching. But whatever it is… she has been a splendid teacher.

So the girls sung their best and my pianist did her best, with “unobvious” mistakes, which lead to an unsynchronized performance.

But we did our best. During our performance we generated laughter and it ended with some of the teachers giving a standing ovation for the effort.

So being the proud person I am for tackling a situation that I know nothing about… in this case conducting a choir… I sauntered out with wide smile.

At the end of the whole performance, I went straight to the back of the hall. I wanted to enquire about the choir performance.

The teachers were nice enough to praise about the effort. But they faces were red. They could not hold it any longer… and eventually it was said…

“Amin as you were conducting… your butt was conducting as well. It was moving together with your hands.”

I was embarrassed. In the situation, when I was immersed in deep concentration of the art, I was unaware of the body part that had a mind of its own…. Hehe.

My naughty ass did it again…