Frank sinatra's getting to me tonight. Contrary to th belief that I am in love, which may or may not be true (ofcourse not), I feel as lonely as Edie on her death night. Well, besides th point that I'm hallucinating, hearing my 3 kittens singing to summer wind, I could not come in terms w whats left of my diary which i forsakenly tore apart a few months back; which was my soul, but now that's its gone, I'm pretty sure I'm evaporating as well. Cause what th heck, I've been scouring for them since th mid morn of my official adulthood stage to remind myself there was an anatomy of a moment where I used to believe in th future, but since th evidence is proof-less, I am going to list down 50 (k, maybe 10) things I love about love &life, education &wisdom, singapore &it's systems (eeurghh), humanity &th rest of th galaxy and last but not least, of myself.