6 years of guitaring... Coming to an end tomorrow. I'll miss it. The memories are all coming to me. The very first camp and practise I attended with Toh, my very first taste of a guitar concert, my first attempt at SYF, my first exco meeting，my first guitar camp，my first interview, my first conducting session, my first guitar outing, my first election speech, my first small group piece, my first soccer match with RIGE, my first guitar trip to Spain!
All those wonderful things come rushing back. 6 years is no mean feat. Staying loyal, staying commited, and staying as a Rafflesian guitarist. There were times when it was tough. The extra meetings, the extra pracs, the extra effort. But it was well worth it.
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Guitar
Our swansong: Del Fuego. Our last chance to make an impact. And we did all we could to make it a success. Thank you all my wonderful guitar mates who made it such a wonderful experience. Thank you friends for coming to support us, to see us take our final bow.
Concert day. Spent the whole day psyching myself for the concert. The bubbling enthusiasm that filled me reminded me of the very first time I entered guitar as a kid in RI. The willingness to know more, the desire to perform. Reliving that feeling was glorious.
Tech run. The feeling of monotony. The belief that I've done this before, I can do this again. Going through the motions. Reminded me of those times of hard practise, the times where everything seemed boring, when we were playing the same old songs over and over again. Over those 6 years, it'd become a part of me, it'd trained me to accept the times when there was virtually nothing going on.
Concert time! There was no nervousness, no anxiety, no fear. Adios, Top of The World, Pan Man went by just like a breeze. I went out there and played my heart out, played for all that I was worth. I played for God and no one else. It reminded me why I joined guitar in the first place. To be a tool, a vessel to proclaim God's name. Until this day, He still has been using me mightily, and for that I am grateful.
That day, I never wanted Spain to end. I wanted it to last for as long as it was worth, when it ended there was this feeling of dread. Fear that I'd never see my friends again, fear that I'd never feel the same emotions again, fear that I'd have lost something dear to me, fear that I'd degen over the years after.
The days after that... It didn't feel the same without guitar. On monday, on wednesday when I saw my guitar sitting forlornly in the corner I couldn't help but think... When will I have the chance to take you out again? One things for sure. I'll miss you RIGE, I'll miss you RJGE! You guys have been my life for 6 years, and its all coming to an end.
One thing I can hold for comfort is this: The spirit of guitaring will never disappear from my heart. I am a guitarist through and through, as Vivek most aptly put. And I'll never stop rockin' for God.
Rock on RJGE! You will forever be in my heart.
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Ok now I shall go prepare for tomorrow heh. Lookin forward to farewell. There better be good food and good entertainment! Just joking heh.
All those wonderful things come rushing back. 6 years is no mean feat. Staying loyal, staying commited, and staying as a Rafflesian guitarist. There were times when it was tough. The extra meetings, the extra pracs, the extra effort. But it was well worth it.
***
Guitar
Our swansong: Del Fuego. Our last chance to make an impact. And we did all we could to make it a success. Thank you all my wonderful guitar mates who made it such a wonderful experience. Thank you friends for coming to support us, to see us take our final bow.
Concert day. Spent the whole day psyching myself for the concert. The bubbling enthusiasm that filled me reminded me of the very first time I entered guitar as a kid in RI. The willingness to know more, the desire to perform. Reliving that feeling was glorious.
Tech run. The feeling of monotony. The belief that I've done this before, I can do this again. Going through the motions. Reminded me of those times of hard practise, the times where everything seemed boring, when we were playing the same old songs over and over again. Over those 6 years, it'd become a part of me, it'd trained me to accept the times when there was virtually nothing going on.
Concert time! There was no nervousness, no anxiety, no fear. Adios, Top of The World, Pan Man went by just like a breeze. I went out there and played my heart out, played for all that I was worth. I played for God and no one else. It reminded me why I joined guitar in the first place. To be a tool, a vessel to proclaim God's name. Until this day, He still has been using me mightily, and for that I am grateful.
That day, I never wanted Spain to end. I wanted it to last for as long as it was worth, when it ended there was this feeling of dread. Fear that I'd never see my friends again, fear that I'd never feel the same emotions again, fear that I'd have lost something dear to me, fear that I'd degen over the years after.
The days after that... It didn't feel the same without guitar. On monday, on wednesday when I saw my guitar sitting forlornly in the corner I couldn't help but think... When will I have the chance to take you out again? One things for sure. I'll miss you RIGE, I'll miss you RJGE! You guys have been my life for 6 years, and its all coming to an end.
One thing I can hold for comfort is this: The spirit of guitaring will never disappear from my heart. I am a guitarist through and through, as Vivek most aptly put. And I'll never stop rockin' for God.
Rock on RJGE! You will forever be in my heart.
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Ok now I shall go prepare for tomorrow heh. Lookin forward to farewell. There better be good food and good entertainment! Just joking heh.
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