It's 29 October.
I haven't packed for Cambodia yet. But this takes priority.
Today, was one day halted in its tracks due to startling news. Today, a mentor of mine left to be with the Lord. It is immensely upsetting to know of this. If I had to put it into words, this woman had more than a slight impact in my life. Four years of nurturing in love and strength.
To be honest, academics were a small parcel of my Secondary School days most times. Instead, I devoted so much more of my time and energy to Harp. To the ordinary student, a CCA would just be another outlet for point deduction off your L1R5/4 results after O Levels, if it didn't have a soul of its own. PL Cherubs, had more soul than I would have ever imagined it to be. I remember stepping into the bizarre scented AVA room in the basement during CCA Fair. At sight of the harps, how elegantly the harps were played, how firmly the strings resonated with each other in each single pluck bought me over. It was all part of it's culture. One stemming from the love for the instrument and the students, cultivated by its teachers.
In 2008, we were the babies of the ensemble. Learning from scratch. Forming relations. Showered by love and protection from our seniors and teachers. Slowly, we grew. In size, in skill, and in spirit.
Here came 2009, year of the bi-annual SYF. We had a chance to audition for a place in the existing team, which was something completely unexpected and surprising, considering that the quota was almost hit. And that we were still too fresh for crazy pieces.
I recall so vividly, of your musical direction during weekly Friday practices. They were one of ultimate conviction. So many times, I felt like giving up. At that level of musicality our SYF pieces were arranged in, it was almost impossible for me to keep up. If not for your support and unwavering belief that I could do it, I probably wouldn't have come this far. I'm thankful.
I remember how you sat us down as a full ensemble, getting us to play by sections, while your perfectly trained ears picked up any slight mistakes made along the way. You put us through crazy amounts of pressure, and made us sit through intense awkward sessions of embarrassment, at certain times. Being kids, we prolly felt so frickin annoyed at that. But in retrospect, I understand now. I understand why you had to do the things you did - it was all a form of long term investment in your students.
You also taught us the strength of a family in Christ, and in our instruments. You showed us the true strength a team could have if we stuck together like glue. In our movements, in perfect coordination. You helped us to understand that every single person in the team was there for a reason. The power of team work, that no one was a liability, that we had the power to constantly push each other higher and higher with every success and failure.
Before each and every time we took the stage, we prayed together, like a family. Entrusting our time under the blinding spotlight to the Lord, was something that carried on throughout all my years with PL Cherubs. This is what it feels like to grow up in a community of girls tightly bound together by faith. Trust me, you'll never find this anywhere else.
We are One, we are family,
bound by His spirit,
and anchored in His love.
We can climb any mountain,
or face any foe,
we can run the race that's already won.
Let us take this road together,
united in hope.
To shine through the darkness and find,
we are one.
Remember these lyrics? Of course you do, you wrote it after all. Unknowingly, you've made countless differences in your students, all these years. This song, is one I will never forget. One, for the true meaning I hold so dear. The other, because it now reminds me of you.
This is my tribute to you, Ms Adeline Loh. Thank you for leaving an impact on such a huge level growing up, even if I didn't realise it then. Thank you for bringing out the strength in us, showing how resilient we could be. Thank you, for all you've given to us. Thank you, Ms Loh.
May you now rest in the Lord's house, in peace.