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Read... Finished off The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
Three quarter of it was read while I was drinking latte @ Starbucks waiting for dear... A friendly waiter asked how was my day and exclaimed, "Oh, you're reading the little prince... It seemed more for adults than children." I replied, "Oh yah... That seems true." Somehow his appearance transformed the cafe into a friendlier environment for me. It's the type of place I like to hang around. Just lay my buxomy body on the comfy couch, get my fave beverage and get transported to another world where I am the invisible character @ the setting.

The remaining pages were scanned by on my bus ride home. I was so stirred by the story that I wanted to tear. Tilting my head backward for a few seconds helped me to fight off the involuntary fluids born from my eyes. It was one of those very rare moments when a book makes me feel so much for its characters.

I just wonder how beautiful it would be to rewind and appreciate the little things in life. Growing up has made plenty of things changed. We don't see things the way we did as when we were young. Reduced sense of wonder. Only focus on matters of consequences. Growing up... Is it good for all? It is mandatory. Inevitable.

The book was so opposingly different from Dan Brown's work. I was kinda in a trail and then engaged in fantasy. Somehow The Little Prince made me melancholy.

"And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. ..." excerpt from TLP. Bittersweet. Sometimes memories are good the way you want to remember it. It's when you want to pursue that memory that brings you back to planet earth and boo-hoo!, you don't want anything to be added to it. It might turn out sour when it was sweet.

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