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» PROVE THEM WRONG: Isang malupit na grad speech ng isang malupit na alumnus.(Para sa lahat ng nawawalan ng pag asa, at para sa lahat ng...

thelostengineer:

This speech was delivered by a La Sallian engineer in one of the graduation ceremonies at the UP College of Engineering.

Ngayong araw na ito, sa ating pagtatapos, mayroon akong dalang Transcript of Record. Ang estudyanteng may-ari ng transcript na ito ay nag-aral sa De La Salle University….

Pakiramdam ko may mga nawawalang bahagi sa katawan ko, yung mga parteng hindi ko maalala kung saan ko naiwan. Minsan binabagabag ako ng pakiramdam na hindi ko makita ang sarili kong buo, parating kulang at nangangailangan.

Minsan, nangangamba ako, na kapag sumugal ako at simulan kitang mahalin, mas malaking bahagi ng sarili ko ang mawawala.

She burned the bridge down,
How ashes bloomed in the air
And fluttered across the sky.
It was fire that consumed the wood
Into such blackness,
Into malice and distrust.
She forgot why she built what she’s destroying
And why she’s destroying what she built
For so long
Without the decency of goodbye
Without enduring.
My friend, the escape artist;
My friend, what used to be—
Who she was, she denied.

Greedily the flames churn and swallow,
Indifferently she watched
Love dissipate in the heated air
The fond memories covered with soot.

Between us is a great emptiness
Which only things that were once there, could create.
Now, at the distance, she mouths words I cannot hear,
drowned out by the crashing sound
Of a bridge falling.

I know where it begins, that scar on your chest
I want to trace it with my fingers
I want to cut it open again
And sink my hand into it, deep and bloody
Culling out your insides
Just so I’d know
How much she has taken from you
How much of your heart is left for me.

It would be better, if I find nothing
Instead of a person
Occupying your flesh,
her touch, her kisses—
inside of you— her smell,
The way your arms wrap around her waist
—the memory of a warm body.
You’re full of her aren’t you?
Drunk with the thought of her, the beloved.
At the space in between heartbeats
Where will I be?

I will never admit that I long for you,
My pride will only allow me to demand the truth
And when I hear how much you love her,
It will fall on deaf ears,
For I do not know how to love yet,
But when I’ve come to know love,
I’ll know how much she means to you.
Then tell me again about this woman
The one you’ve loved for so long
For almost forever, immortalized in your soul,
How she has occupied your mind,
And possessed your heart.
Tell me again,
So I could leave,

So I could live.

“ This is what you do. If you feel low, you stand tall. You mess up, you move on. You want to try something, try it, and if it was a stupid thing to try, you look it in the eye. There’s no turning back. You apologize if you’re sorry, but know that the nimblest, strongest hands can’t rebuild a bridge out of embers, so cut new wood. Start from scratch. You love with your whole heart. If you’re jealous, talk yourself from the ledge. If you can’t talk yourself down from the ledge, have a good time up there, looking down on the world. If you find yourself in a cage, reach out through the bars for the key, unlock the door, and run away. If running away gets dangerous, run home. If home doesn’t mean what it used to mean, decide what home will be in the future. If your best friend says she doesn’t trust you, hold her jaw in your hand until it hurts, and make her face you. Thats all it takes. If you think you love a guy, see how his hand looks in yours, that’s all it takes. If you get exiled into a new land, then go discover it. And if you feel like you’re drowning, go swimming.

— Hobson Brown (via thewhitebetweenyourwords)

(Source: littlings, via thewhitebetweenyourwords-deacti)

“ It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.

— Jon Blais (via weaverofstars)

(Source: emilyebarry, via weaverofstars)

Wallflower (Taken with Instagram)

“ Everything passes, but before letting go, hold on as tight as you can.

— Starry Starry Night

“ Hey you, you seem kind, but you don’t care about me at all do you? Of course you don’t.

— Strawberry Shortcakes