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Web


Yellow candles shedding viscous tears
Shedding off my adolescent fears
Making the shadows of my fingers
Dance against these desolate corners

Little lights tickling my eyes
Reminding me of effervescent years
Making me romanticize
That stars are still within my reach like tears

Stuck in a moment, lost in a daydream
Outside, things are never what they seem
Caught in a web of thoughts on the ceiling
Trapped in a fantasy worth living

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Sex object


Why am I dragging this on? Why are you dragging this on? How many times have we said “it’s over” to each other? Why am I still talking to you? Yes, I stay in love with you but I am fully aware that what you feel for me is probably obsession. How I wish I were wrong. Prove me wrong.

I need love. I want love. I want you to hold my hand and walk with me in the streets of Paris. I want to know you. I want you to know me. I want you to see me as I am and not as a sex object. I am more than just a piece of flesh for you to devour when you feel like.

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Moving on


Here I am, recognizing the need to move on. Again. For the nth time. And voilà the same questions again :

What am I moving on from? Am I moving on from my love for him or from him? Am I moving on from how I used to be when I was loving him? Or from the feeling that I didn’t get the love and respect that I thought I had deserved?

Will I ever move on from his light? I see flashes of him kissing me right there on the corner of the train. How am I ever gonna take the subway without seeing flashes of him? Reviewing his kisses makes me forget that I have to move on. My mind is such a puddle of mud right now filled with broken glasses. What do I do when he tries to reconnect again just like the way he has done so many times before? Would I finally get tired of jumping in the puddle?

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INCANDESCENT


Memories melting on my wall
Illusions begging for attention
Here in my veins they long to crawl
To feed my broken soul’s addiction

Self-righteous truth claiming to be
The antidote to my poison
Taunting my imagination
And walking on the shattered mirrors
That reflect the only light
Here inside my mind tonight

The world sinks its teeth in my skin
Reality scratches on my door
When the ruthless night closes in
The child in me bleeds on the floor

Self-righteous truth claiming to be
The antidote to my poison
Taunting my imagination
And walking on the shattered mirrors
That reflect the only light
Here inside my mind tonight

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ALCOHOL


Feelings don’t die; they just sleep
Beneath still waters running deep
Thoughts fermented by time
They turned into words drenched in wine

Memories don’t fade; they just hide
In desolate corners of my mind
Pain fermented by tears
It turned into songs you won’t hear

Loving is not owning
But baby, I want you

Oh, I can’t think straight
But it’s not too late
To say what’s on my mind
And I can’t walk straight
But I just can’t wait
To get lost just to find
My way into your arms

Feelings don’t go; they remain
Like broken glasses in my brain
One wrong move and it’ll hurt
I know this will only get worse

Loving is not owning
But baby, I want you 

Oh, I can’t think straight
But it’s not too late
To say what’s on my mind
And I can’t walk straight
But I just can’t wait
To get lost just to find
My way into your arms

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Unspoken


I will never say what I have to say
I just want to leave things unspoken
I should never chase what I’ve given up
and waste my time on the uncertain
I should never dwell on what could have been
should not tell you what you mean to me
I should never cling to what never was
and dream about what we’ll never be

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A Girl Like Me


You think you know me better
Much better than I do
You think that you are perfect
That I should be like you
Go walk a mile in my shoes
Walk a mile down the street
A girl like me cannot choose
The troubles that I meet

Wasn’t my fault
God made a mistake
But by default
I’m the one to take
All the blame
And all the stares
Life is cruel
It is unfair

To a girl like me

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Out with the old, in with the new


Le concept de développement durable est probablement étranger à la société et à la politique des Philippines. « Out with the old, in with the new » : voilà le principe qui est présent dans tous les secteurs de la société. Lorsque cela paraît acceptable, bien peu de politiques et de programmes de développement survivent au gouvernement qui les a introduits. Un facteur sociologique contribue aussi à faire du développement durable un véritable défi : c’est le concept de ningas kugon, qui fait partie intégrante de la culture et des valeurs philippines. Il s’agit de la tendance qu’ont les philippins à commencer quelque chose avec enthousiasme, pour ensuite échouer à le mener à terme, quelle qu’en soit la raison. Un autre facteur est une certaine imprévoyance, ou peut-être un manque d’intérêt de notre population pour tout ce qui peut lui sembler être un idéal élitiste. Les dirigeants politiques ne semblent guère faire preuve de beaucoup plus d’empressement : l’opinion les soupçonne, à tort ou à raison, de se soucier bien plus de leur enrichissement personnel à court terme que de proposer un programme durable pour alléger les conditions de vie des secteurs les plus pauvres de la société.

Comme le pays est encore en voie de développement, il n’est pas surprenant que l’homme de la rue soit habitué aux solutions à court terme. Les projets à long terme sont trop « élitistes » et abstraits pour susciter leur intérêt. Les politiciens qui proposent une feuille de route « élitiste » sont rarement élus à une charge publique. Ce manque de soutien de la population complique la tâche de préparer des politiques et des programmes durables. Ce ne sont que quelques-uns des facteurs sociologiques et politiques qui influencent, voire déterminent la durée de vie des programmes de développement aux Philippines. Tout ceci nous amène à nous demander comment nous pouvons œuvrer à un développement durable dans un pays où la politique est essentiellement une course à la popularité, un pays dont la population se soucie plus de solutions tangibles mais à court terme.

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The Saddest People


“I think the saddest people always try to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anybody else to feel like that.”

This. This. This is exactly what i wanted to say to people or friends who just laughed when I told them I was depressed. They laughed because they thought it was not possible for me to be depressed because I was always there to make them happy, make everyone laugh, make their day, and help them every time I could. They laughed because they often see me smile and laugh. What they don’t know is that at night, when I am alone, I am a different person. I am the saddest being you would ever see. As ladies remove their makeup before sleep, I remove the smile that I painted earlier in the morning. I know how it feels to be miserable and underappreciated… I don’t want anyone to feel that way… That is why I try my best to make others happy. I make them feel good and appreciated. I never show my own wounds because it can make them sad, too. However, here’s is the price I pay: no one believes me when I say I am exceedingly sad.