"so no one told me life's gonna be this way." i've moved into the Outram Park place. and Singtel isn't coming down until the end of the month. "my job's a joke i'm broke,my love life's DOA." so yeah, my phone's out and i'm burning money before it even comes. "it's like i'm always stuck in second gear. when it hasn't been my day my week, or even my year." ah well, i decide on good songs to sooth/blast/tempt/love/sleaze my soul. tough call, but here's the standing top ten:

1. Sexy Love, Ne-Yo

2. Hate that I Love You, Rihanna feat. Ne-Yo

3. Save the Last Dance for Me, Michael Buble

4. You Don't Know Me, Michael Buble

5. Everything, Michael Buble

6. He's a Pirate, DJ Tiesto

7. Deja Vu, Beyonce feat. Jay-Z

8. Umbrella, Rihanna

9. Adrenalin, Purple Haze

10. Get Me Bodied, Beyonce

sweet!

Britain's Warwick dropped its Singapore plan in 2005. America's Johns Hopkins pulled out in 2006. and the fiasco has gone Down Under to the UNSW this year. However, the blame on the EDB seems to be out of proportion. Millions of tax money has been misspent, yes. But all in the good spirit of driving the Singapore hub-of-hubs aspiration, which in this case is the regional education powerhouse. Just a note, who has ever succeeded without any failure? We tend to be over critical under the circumstances. And the fear of failures is the one thing that would really bring Singapore down under, not the EDB's one-off miscalculation.

if there's one bad thing about Singapore, i think this should be it. the fear of failures. atychiphobia. the stress on success (often masqueraded as the importance of hard work) has been both a boon and a bane. it's the key to Singapore's From Third World to First laurels. and seems like it's also a reason why the Singapore life might not be as fulfilling as the Costa Rica or the Vietnam life on the Happy Planet Index. this shade of blue is ugly. from the economic czar Philip Yeo to the man on the street, people talk success, work success and breathe success, without much tolerance for failures. we're in luck failure's not outlawed here.

well whatever it is, there's still much more to be in love with Singapore for.

May 30 was a disaster in disguise of public holiday eve. it was a total of 4 hours clubhopping before we could actually sleazed on the club hop. anyway MOS was a bad deal for the Zouk faithfuls. the night of many should-haves.

and my phone battery had to go flat right when i needed it most. and it still had it in for me that the entire inbox was cleared. well i may not sound that upset and disappointed here. but i was that upset and disappointed.

FRAB was FAB on May 31. there was a shade of blue. fascinating to think how love could heal a broken love. like, the one thing that makes you cry is the one thing that would stop your tears. anyway, i think scientology should be a philosophy and not a religion per se. well maybe it's an unorthodox religion. but that itself would hardly make it a religion.

"Religion is the human response to being alive and having to die."

F. Forrester Church
and boy, your religion was beautiful!