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!
2 comments:
I miss school.
Hell lot.
and there's some issue with your blog ka url.
You r blog was like, not available to me for SO long :|
Oops i've changed the url, coz my ex found out about it. Crap nah.
Sorry =D
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