To everybody I know, when they were a child.

My eyes are tired. So i'll keep this short, like my sight. I've just come to realise how much i miss reading. And how little i have to read anymore. My attention span for reading has dwindled significantly, and i dont think i can read anything long and heavy. So that mean no metallica lyrics for me.

My Mind goes on auto sometimes when i read something with too many changes in one paragraph, by auto i mean that i speed read, i read every word quickly and then have completely no idea what it means. Not effective.

I started on an interesting journey into the pigdin language of the internet culture. And it kinda r0X0r j00r b0x0rz. Then i found out about wikipedia actually regconises the word engrish, and has a lengthy explaination for it, and an even lengthier and technical explanation for singlish. I miss finding out new things.

So i checked what they had to say about Antoine de Saint-Expurey the author of The Little Prince. Who had his face on the 50 Franc note. And found out that nobody knows how his plane went down, and the two choices are technical failure, or suicide. I found out that that temperamental Rose, was based on his wife Consuelo. I think a long time ago i fell in love with that rose.

And he had an astroid belt named after him. In a sense, he was just the little prince he wrote about.

I miss alot of things, but sometimes its better to just miss it. Harder, but better.