Because of this, people have hurt thoroughly.

Bible Conference was a good time of spiritual retreat and refreshment. Falling sick was even better because God really forced me to focus on Him and Him only, and not be distracted with studying for CTs. But then again, I've lagged behind a lot on studying and I'm worried about CTs. I believe that God will guide though. As long as I've put in my best for God.

Loads of things happened during Bible Conference and thanks to God, I observed things I never once did notice. A new light, a new perspective. It got me thinking a lot, and it came at a price. Quite heavy a price, but maybe it's worth it if everything can work out in the end.

Made new friends! Thank God for the new brothers and sisters in Christ! Thank God also for helping me to testify for You even though my voice wasn't great. Thank God also, for the very inspiring messages by the MTT team that really worked in my heart. Thank God, ultimately, for the opportunity and Your providence in going to the Conference.

God really works wonders. And God, even though He put us through such tough times, I do see myself growing with each trial I pull through. The conference was definitely one that taught me a lot and struck me hard, despite being sick and missing a few messages.

Thank you, Lord, for everything (:

Just look what you've done.
One glance at you and my heart tears into a million pieces.

Give me some response, will you.

You knew it, but you didn't do anything about it. So, am I to take the blame for it now?
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I'm always the one being used isn't it? Since I don't say anything about it.

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Graduating from choir, never occurred to me that I'd feel this way. 6 years in the journey together, fighting and working our way all the way till now. We've had our quarrels, we've had our tears, we've had our laughter. We made music together. I think I have somewhat a love-hate relationship with choir. Okay, maybe not so the hate part, but sometimes I do feel tired. Yet on Friday, during games, that warmth rushed through me, the same familiar warmth I once had. And I loved choir all over again. The touching medley by the juniors activated my already-very-active tear glands.
Handing down never felt so different. From the tear-jerkers in Secondary School, to one of such mixed feelings in Senior High. It's difficult to express myself with just mere words, to translate my feelings into text. I'll miss feeling that excitement or dread going for choir, staying back late and walking down dark corridors together, singing as we walked along side each other and all that beautiful memories we had together as one DHSChoir family.
Thank you, choir.


Year 6s - Thank you for this wonderful journey together for these past 4 to 6 years. I'll definitely miss all the times we had together, from emoing together, to laughing together, chasing each other (literally) *stares at tricia and minjie*, being BONDED together, being CRAZY together (+20 points! HAHA). Certainly, working together with you guys have really been an unforgettable experience. Thank you, for always giving me all that support and encouragement even though I did a bad job at times. It was you guys that made me have the confidence to do what I was afraid of. Love you all (:

I'm probably slowly starting to let you go.

I'm confused.

Love and hate, separated only by that thin line.

She wiped her tears away, and told herself to be strong. She turned to look at him, and she crumbled all over again. She felt those stabs of pain in her heart. She ran, and ran, and ran. Hidden from the light, she poured her heart out to the shadows.

When I saw this image, I was immediately reminded of a friend. Or should I say, acquaintance? He was a great friend. Even though our friendship didn't last for more than 2 months, I think it left me great memories. Happy 18th, friend. He was special in his very own way. He wasn't like many others I knew. His idea of happiness was simple, and he was so innocent. He was a dreamer. I remember what he used to share with me and how he was always so happy about his dream-land. He taught me to be happy over the simplest of things. He taught me the power of innocence. He was a sincere, caring friend. He lifted me up right at the point when I was crashing. Thank you. But our friendship wasn't meant to last.

Dear friend, thank you for your friendship. An underground friendship.
I know you're happy now, and I'm glad for you. Even though we're practically like strangers now, I thank you for leaving with me the memories. I sure hope you had a joyous eighteenth. Dream-time is nearly over. Here's wishing you much happiness.

Be happy, alright?

P.S. This post is one day late.

Slowly, bit by bit, that fire is extinguishing.

I'm the sole protector,
of a heart that's been abused.

Wait, sorry, you already did.

Thank you.

Oh, just go away already.

sometimes, you have to take action

Been faced with loads of bombardments about how God is not true, how unreliable the Bible is, how unsupported the faith is and how Christians are delusionists. It's a test for me, to see how strong my faith is. Maybe others wouldn't understand, but to keep this faith strong, it is to have ultimate trust in the LORD.

Trusting. A simple word like that, yet the weight it carries can pull us down. When we say we trust someone, what does it really mean? To trust Christ, it means to give your whole life to Him and to believe in His Word and live out His Commandments. Sure, it sounds simple, but when faced with all the worldly threats, we sometimes find it a struggle to keep the Commandments. In 1 John 2:15-17, it is written "Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world. And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever." (KJV) We are told not to covet the earthly things but to thirst for godly things. Yet recently, I've been thinking, just how many of us are able to do that? To live a life half as clean as Jesus?

Certainly, all of us have sinned throughout our entire span of life. The world today has evolved into one that tempts us to conform to the world, to do things that are displeasing before God's eyes. And for the children of God, it is a struggle indeed, to separate ourselves from this sinful world. Yet if we keep God's Word in our hearts, wouldn't it make things easier?

Just let God rule in our hearts, in our lives. Let God take charge. Isn't it comforting to know that someone so holy and perfect cares for you, loves you and died for you, and to bear all your burdens for you? When we take charge of our own life, it's just driving deeper into sin. Proverbs 3:7 "Be not wise in thine own eyes: fear the Lord, and depart from evil." So let God lead us. Let His will be done. Thirst after His Word daily. Abandon the things of the world and search for godly things.

The curtains close

That's it.
That's the end of our choir life with DHS Choir.

Thank you, all you wonderful choristers, for all the memories.
Today's concert was really good, I'm really so proud of being a DHS Chorister! Thank you for leaving us such a memorable concert.

I won't forget all those crazy practices with Shou Yi towering over me, Zi Xuan's random burpings, Jing Qi's sudden burst of laughter, Wilson's crazy non-stop laughter, the Tenors trying to be MAN, and the sops with their giggles. It has been a great journey thus far.

Thank you, DHS Choir.

Year 6s! It's over. Our journey with DHS Choir has ended. But it marks a brand new beginning for us! I hope you guys enjoyed every bit of today's concert as much as I did singing alongside the other Choristers! :D

And the curtains close, 
the two ends finally meeting.
Our cue,
off the stage.  

The music stops.

Tomorrow.
After 6 years of singing together, we're going to say goodbye.

How we've changed, from the scrawny Sec 1s 5 years back. How we've shrunk as well, to just the 7 of us today. Memories poured in, and emotions flooded me. It wasn't easy to come here as a choir, or rather, for our batch. As Jing Qi said, we're probably the most BONDED today.

Since I stepped into choir, we were never singing for nothing. We were always preparing for a concert, a performance, a competition - something. We always had a goal for our singing. But we left out a goal for ourselves as a choir. We laughed together, we wept together, we sang for each other. Each handover, each competition, each performance, we went through it all TOGETHER. I remember when we handed down. The tears I wept. The hugs from each chorister. The words of encouragement. It was as though I relived that moment. We came together as a family, even though we had our differences. We worked together as a family, even with our different tonalities and colour. We walked through it all as one family. I'm sure I'm going to miss singing with the choir even though I had my complaints.

Hi Year 6s of 2010, if you guys ever see this. It's been wonderful singing along with all of you. Remember One Song? Even though we aren't especially close to each other, we all definitely have a certain bond among all of us. We've all shared our troubles, our joy, our complaints. We helped each other, we encouraged each other, we pushed each other. Most of all, we cared for each other, we loved each other. Thank you all, for the great memories these 6 years. Let's all go out for Yr6 lunch/dinner one day before A levels okay!

Tomorrow.
Let's make it the best yet. Let's leave with no regrets.

Please read Jinky's latest post - Wednesday, April 14, 2010. You can click on the link below.
(Choir, this is it.)

It really sums up everything I feel and all. And it's beautifully written (:

6 years in choir. 6 years of singing together as one big choir family.

I can't connect with you the same way anymore, can I? ):

Yes, I've never been.

I think I'm tired.
Tired of waiting.
This goodbye is just too tough.

I've been patient, and I think I've stretched my limit. Its like stretching a rubber band, until it's at the point where it's about to snap and break.

I think I did a bad job today. I'm sorry, choir.

I'll never be that good.

One by one, I'm being given up upon.
Like a doll,
thrown away
when the entertainment value is no longer valid.

Like a rag,
used till torn
then deposited into the box that says "Rubbish".

Yet I know, in His eyes am I precious. How He loves me. My shepherd, my guide. My God, my Lord. Thank you for loving me and giving yourself for us. Because He loves me, so I am able to sustain till this far.

The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? -Psalms 27:1

Why do people make promises and never keep them?
Naive, am I.

I've lost to you, utterly.

The many events that occurred over this weekend.

Good Friday
Thank you Christ, for bearing all our sins and sacrificing yourself for us and dying on the cross, having to face that pain of the Father turning away from you. The pain you went through both physical and emotional, is beyond our imagination, and we can only thank Thee for Thy love for us all.

YF 37th Anniversary
An unforgettable day.
Thank God for that courage to stand up there to share my testimony.
Thank you Father, for having since found me and for having done so much in my life, and for helping me to be a much better, much stronger Christian each day.
Thank God, for all the wonderful brothers and sisters-in-Christ, for making them a channel of support and encouragement, especially with Thy Word, when I feel as if I'm on my breaking point.

Easter Sunday
The day that Jesus rose from the dead (:
Our Saviour, He's alive!
Sunrise service was a good experience. Christ is our Living Hope!
Without God, it is a hopeless end; With God, it's an endless hope! - Rev (Dr) Jack Sin

But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me. - 1 Cor 15:10

Take care, dear one.

Best friend

Best friend.

They say that best friends are the ones who'd always be by your side no matter what.
They say that best friends are the ones who understand you even when no words are exchanged.
They say that best friends are the ones most truthful to you even though it may hurt.
They say that best friends know you inside out.

My best friend? Special.
My best friend may not satisfy all that above, but my best friend, ultimately, is a source of comfort and reliance.

As I'm stationed here, my best friend's on that bus ahead, going further away.
But best friends argue, and best friends drift, yet I know they'd always come back together. At least, I hope.

Have been thinking. Quite a bit actually.
Best friend, this isn't right. This uneasiness.

Nevertheless, thank you best friend, for all those wondrous memories, for bringing the meaning of 'best friend' to a whole new level.

Thank God, for you.

EDIT:

Loving and giving selflessly.
Doing all for the benefit of others.

Just look at what Jesus did for us.
God, my perfect role model, the one who taught me to love, even those who hate or persecute me. His commandments will I hold close to my heart.

Thank you, dear Lord, for loving me.

I miss you.