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10:57am 03/01/2005
  "An-Mei," she whispered, "have you seen the little turtle that lives in the pond?" I nodded. This was the pond in our courtyard that I often poked a stick in the still water to make the turtle swim out from underneath the rocks.

"I also knew that trutle when I was a small child," said my mother. "I used to sit by the pond and watch him swimming to the surface, biting the air with his little beak. He is a very old turtle."

"This turtle feeds on our thoughts," said my mother. "I learned this one day, when I was your age, and Popo said I could no longer be a child. She said I could not shout, or run, or sit on the ground to catch crickets. I could not cry if I was dissapointed I had to be silent and listen to my elders. And if I did not do this, Popo said she would cut off my hair and send me to a place where Buddhist nuns live.

"That night, after Popo told me this, I sat by the pond, looking into the water. And because I was weak, I began to cry. Then i saw this little turtle swimming to the top and his beak was eating my tears as soon as they tcuehd the water. He at e them quickly, five, six, seven tears, then climbed out of the pond, crawled onto a smooth rock and began to speak.
"The turtle said, 'I have eaten your tears, and this is why I know your misery. But I must warn you, If you cry, your life will always be sad.'

"Then the turtle opened his beak and poured out five, six ,seven pearly eggs. The eggs broke open and from them emerged seven birds, who immediately began to chatter and sing. I knew from their snow-white bellies and pretty voices that they were magpies, birds of joy. These birds bent their beaks to the pond and began to drink greedily. And when I reached out my hand to capture one, they all rose up, beat their black wings in my face, and felw up into the air, laughing.

"' Now you see,' said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, 'why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.'"
 
     
 
clandestine clementine nice alliteration, no?   
06:35pm 12/11/2004
 
mood: anxious
Heart racing teary eyed and i don't know why.

I really didn't mean for that to rhyme
 
     
 
time flies. I'm learning to be laid back. hmmm   
02:10pm 07/11/2004
 
mood: nostalgic
you know what I need? I need a day of the movies and then bordering while it is raining.


alfie, we must see elysia, and then to borders and maria's we will venture upon.
 
     
 
   
04:43pm 17/09/2004
  À tous vous androïdes dehors là, signifiant la majeure partie de la population humaine,
A M I S
S E U L E M E N T.


fini.