When Everyone Else Doesn't.. Dad Does..

To me my father is more than a figure in my life. He is my saviour, my belief, and my motivation. The bond that we share is unfathomable. I've been through a lot of trying times recently, and the only person by my side was my father.

I love my independence, my right of thinking, and man i can take decisions. And the only person who's backing my independence is my father.

The calm, the cool, everything about him. I crash the car, he'll just smile and tell me only now can you be a good driver. He understands me best. I cannot be more grateful for anything. Love You =)

Yeah Mann!

I am at the penultimate point of my schooling career, and it's more than hard to believe it's true.

14 years I've been in one school, this school has been my everything, part of my soul, part of my integrity. A school who's student body I got the chance to head, a school that taught me spirit and heart over rules and regulation. But I'm at the very end of it, and now things are taking a wrong direction. You have a wrong person, who's totally the odd one out, in the wrong post, you get the wrong result. After 14 years, why does these last few days have to be so trying? I want my old Gateway back. It takes true "Sri Lankan" blood to run this place, and nothing else.

My heart bleeds for Gateway to revive to what it was. Spirit over Protocol. Love over Orders.

The place where teachers are more than just teachers. I am gonna miss everything from the bokkas, namely malla, gardi and the rest, my prefects, the teachers who I can trust with my life... and her. With each and every person that I'm going to miss, a little part of me will also be missing, specially the bros... and her.

This place was ours but it's time to go, please don't let the last moment be one to forget, rather let it cherish.

This video, is the musical equivalent to aspirin. This is pure medicine for depression mann. Rastafarian.

Love. Im gonna miss more than I know. But SMILE!

Coal

Dark, Demented,

Sought After,

Buried deep within one,

Below the cold exterior,

Danced by a raging fire,

Fueled by desire,

Keeping it alive

Is the coal,

The coal of hatred.

Alive and hungry,

Passionate for revenge,

Believing darkness,

Over light,

Only when the good,

Choose to rise up,

It defines,

The revolt,

The coal takes life.

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Every one of us has the coal, laid beneath the cool exterior.

It takes a small spark, to ignite it, to a heat beyond imaginable,

And the heat is released, in ways that cannot be fathomed.

We'll use up the coal, as time passes, and each time it burns with passion,

the steam would hold proof. I must learn to overcome the emotion and burn

away all the coal left in me. I am better than this, Way better than this, I know it. Do you?

We had a total garden makeover today, and in the process I found a leather ball i lost when I was just 10 years old. One that Sajee had given me. It bought back so many memories. It speaks out for my cricketing career, started off with passion, but now the thread on the ball have been frayed and the leather cracked. But, I bowled a few deliveries, and wow! Everything landed on line, and the length perfect. I bowled a few beauties with it. I haven't been able to bowl like this for the past few months, I've rediscovered the steaming fast, aggressive me. Yorker after yorker. But a few overs and the ball gave away, with it alot of memories did too. And revealed the ball of coal inside. The dark coal. This image and recent events in life inspired this post.

Say Goodbye to My Heart Tonight!

"Oh oh I want some more, Oh oh what are you waiting for, Say goodbye to my heart tonight"

I've placed myself on a racetrack this month, a racetrack that demanded me to push myself, not to the limit, but a little beyond. The paramount pressure that was lacking in organizing COMUN was omnipresent when it came to organizing Urban Jcharlie. It was tiring and sometimes heartbreaking, but rewarding. The amount of work that went on behind the red curtain of this show was incredible. It was a big show, a big, show! It was all done by the least 30 of us. To raise Rs. 547,000 in one concert, is more than a feat *Discalimer: All funds to be directly banked to the Graduation '11 account...Not a rupee to my pocket...Haha*

The tag reads organized by the Senior Prefects Guild, I don't doubt it, but many of them wasn't ready to give 100%. Quite a dark cloud it was, but in that dark cloud my silver linings had names; Naadira, Kasun, Damithri, Ajmal, Kaveesh, Ammar, Sachitra, Nore, Naveen, Sanji, Gardi, Tash and

Mr. Chamath.

My dark cloud of worries could've easily turned into a thunderstorm, if not for these silver linings. Thanks. All in all it was a satisfying end to a hectic 2 weeks. The concert was beyond par, the audience loved it. My hosting skills were not bad I guess, the crowd was just crazy ass loud. This month has certainly being feeding the egoistic bastard inside me. Haha but I know how to keep it starving.

It was all memories, memories I'm ready to say goodbye to tonight, cause the more I dwell on it the more I realize that there's only a mere 2 weeks left for all of us. How can I live without;

doing handstands on the school rooftop, bunking in the canteen, secret group photos on the headmasters table, changing the staff room timetables, fixing the school skeleton into weird sex positions xD, changing official letters, crazy bike rides, running out of petrol at exactly midnight, cricket on the basketball pitch, coming home at way past midnight on successive days, and all the times we just have pure fun.

I'd say goodbye to them, and with it to my heart, soon.

Life As It Should Be!

I don't know why i took so long to post about it. Oh yeah I was caught up in all the concert work that the rest of my life was put on hold. My week has been like this: Awesome, Awesome, Awesome, Stressed, Stressed, Annoyed. But the aftertaste of it all was pretty sweet.

Colombo Model United Nations 2011 was the sex (Cliche) And being part of the crew who organized it brings forth this wonderful feeling that is a tad euphoric but mainly satisfying. The best part about this year's COMUN organizing committee was the mutual understanding amongst all of us. None of us had paramount stress put on our backs, no protocol was followed, and formality and rules and regulations weren't stamped down. We were just a bunch of people, worked towards one goal, faced the obstacles, and opened our eyes together to personify one dream.

Minseon and Jeremy. Two people I have made a bond with that surpasses friendship. Minseon, is a gem of a friend. Sometimes I wonder whether it's ethereal for a person to be that good at heart. A true friend who understands and knows when you need a hug :) And doesn't get pissed off at my racist Korean jokes ;)
Jeremy: My long lost brother. And I mean it, a long lost elder brother. Man we think alike, diss Minnie alike ;), and make music alike. His amazing trumpet vocals is off the hook. The techno sounds and the beats. In comm, I was beatboxing and he made jazz sounds, the delegates absolutely loved it. Minnie and Jerro, I owe it to you both.

Yep, COMUN was epic, and the best part the last day of it was also my birthday. I've never been so loved in my life. 150 delegates of my committee got together and signed this huge ass card for me. Which was just touching man. And when 450 people got up and sang happy birthday, I loved it, I was an egomaniac haha. Thanks.

I had to compeer the closing ceremony with Ema. And here's what we said.

The proceedings over the last three days have been beyond imaginable to us
these few moments mean alot as it signifies the last chapters of our COMUN
story. A story that was woven over 6 months of tireless efforts and pure fun.
The past 72 hours in our lives have taken us to the next level of diplomacy
and skill. Little may you know how enthusiastic you can be

Last October a bunch of people were called up personally by Dimitra, and told
that they passed the interviews and are selected for the COMUN 2011
Executive Committee.Good times they were, and from that point all of us built
up a mutual understanding amongst us, that cannot be cornered to a
certificate.Togetherness was our thing, and from the visits to OSC, random
visits to KFC,and listening to long anecdotes of our past, we made ourselves
family. A family that spearheaded COMUN 2011 to what it is today.

The Second Committee with Jerro, Minnie and Me








Me and My birthday..So overrated..But Muahaha I liked it..=D










The terrorists getting their briefing for the emergency topic
Epic to the core!

Waiting For The End

This song is absolutely breathtaking. I love Linkin Park. Probably the only rock band that moves me. And 'Waiting for the end' is just as good as they get. Lyrically mesmerising in the simplest of ways, yet knocks on the doors of your complex mind.

Dedicated.

This song moved me so much that it deserved a post all to itself =)

March

March lovely march. How can I even start to comprehend what an awesome month you are. And no who said it's cause I was born in March, it just is awesome. Hands down. March brings out the optimist in me, makes me feel like theres another chance.
I was tangled. Left stranded in a mess of things. Trying to keep up to deadlines with nothing but the spaces between my fingers to let slip the sands of time. I felt like I lost, that zing I always had with my colleagues. If I can be complacent about one quality in me, that's being able to click in to any group of people. Blinded to their perspectives, character or class. But there was a time I started loosing faith is someone, and that someone and I share the same name. Full.
I thought I was loosing faith and trust people had in me. But then came March, and in all it's glory told me that you just made someone think again, and question his conscious for the better.

Now things are falling back in place piece by piece. I'm still at the epicenter of it all, gluing every piece to the wall, little by little, and when the time comes I'll take the steps backward. Until I can see what I've pieced together.
March already has been hectic and exciting. Exciting more. I'm dancing salsa and jive. What the fuck? Yes. I also found out that there are two types of dance instructors

One...Female...Hot

Two...Male....Gay

But the dude can dance his butt off. Okay, the dancing I really don't mind, the place is also cool (its a rooftop on top of a building, and practices at late evening), besides it's just a week. BUT the fact that Rukshi is also there makes keep the wrong foot. Argh. Why do I have to go through the feelings all over again. I need to take the move on pill. Real bad. So I danced, with her. As much as the awkwardness that surrounded, I really didn't want that dance to end. I wished it to last a milisecond longer than eternity. But it didn't.

I took the bus back home, and a night bus ride is the perfect thing I needed at that time. Travelled the footboard, and the wind was forcing its way through my body, as I shapeshifted from side to side. Rukshi to me is not a bus ride, I thought I could get off at my halt, but it looks like the halt has come and gone.
Anyways, Kudos to March, Keep me happy.

Birthday on Sunday. FYI. =P