Another night of self pity.
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I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I do not die.

I am me.

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    Monday, August 07, 2006, 9:52 PM

    I vehemently clench darting between my own urge.
    To eat or not to eat.
    The bo bo cha cha in front of me danced before my eyes.

    The good side of me:
    I just had my meal and was very full.

    The glutton side of me:
    Is just bo bo cha cha.

    The daily ritual I go through.
    The glutton me won, as always.

    Regardless of whether I am starving or stuffing, I reel from guilt and fail the good side of me.
    The dream of being Christy Cheung seems so small, I need a manifying glass to see it.

    On the hindsight, the walk killed me.
    Blister on my foot and heat rashes.
    Tml gotta bath it and wed walked twice.
    I am afraid I do not have the life to spend whatever I earned.