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A late cancellation from my promised Sentosa guide(s) while I was already in the taxi sent me back to town instead to check for a book in Konikuniya rather than research for my party. I suffer from "distractionism" I think.

This book - The Schopenhauer Cure - I know is not in stock in PageOne in VivoCity because I checked for it on Friday. The author, Irwin Yalom, is a real life big-wig psychiatrist. In this and his previous book "When Nietschze Wept" he takes historical philosophers and puts them on his fictional couch. Sounds cool. Haven't really started either of them. Will let you know.


On a deeply personal and possibly imagined level, I was sort of hoping something more might develop after spending some one-on-one time with the possible guide, based on a whispered comment a few weeks ago, but I promised myself I wouldn't mention that on the blog as it'll only a) tempt fate and b) scare her off. Or perhaps I'll pretend I was joking.

Only joking!

Or perhaps I do want to scare her off. Oh Christ, I don't know. I am a tormented soul. Torn between my love of privacy and personal space and the need for good honest pity fuck shag.

I think I'll read some more Schopenhauer before I hit the sack... cheer meself up with gems like this...

We forfeit three-quarters of ourselves in order to be like other people.

I would also like to misquote that to a more personal apothegm: We forfeit three-quarters of ourselves in order to be liked by other people.


Funnily enough after turning back from Harbourfront Centre (HFC) and getting my book, I got an SMS invitation from my golfing and skiing partners for a late afternoon of beers in Brotzeit in VivoCity, so I ended up back in said HFC after all. We sat on the balcony of Level 1 in Vivocity with Sentosa mysterious and tempting (NOT!) just across the straits. Beer was OK, and the snacks were great European style fare, but I still have something wrong with my throat - everything feels like it has scouring wool on it. Not their fault, mine. Even the coffee I had a minute ago went down with associated razor blades.

The other opportunistic plan was to check out St James Power Station in VivoCity as they allegedly have karaoke rooms we could use as a party venue instead! I'm looking at around 30 people, so that is do-able as well. But we had too many beers and Ana was getting tired so we went home instead...

Another weekend forfeited as far a party-planning is concerned.

OK tomorrow lunchtime, seeing as how I work at HFC, I promise to check something out. Maybe try some more beers at Brotzeit!


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Posted by: expat@large on Apr 22, 07 | 10:43 pm | Profile


So you are hoping to have one of those type of beach parties are you?

Posted by: Indiana on Apr 23, 07 | 10:32 am

Come on, i didn't mean to do that.. I did sms ya to cancel out, though you only got it later. :(

How bout next weekend?

ehem, i didnt know you have such thoughts, notti notti.. -wink-

Posted by: T on Apr 23, 07 | 11:36 am

My apartment is an SMS black hole even though I get four bars on the strength meter. Sometimes I walk outside and 4, 5 back-up SMSs all come through at once

but ... "notti notti"...? OMG...

I really need to get out of Singapore if this is how people talk!!!!

And you KNOW exactly what thoughts (or lack thereof) can run in a man's head when he thinks there's something potentially going on... you're the one with the fingernails running lightly along the forearm and the slightly raised eyebrow. I'm merely the one with testosterone and its blood diverting properties...

Posted by: expat@large on Apr 23, 07 | 11:55 am

But i like watching you go gaga. hehe

btw, that's why im known as the "cock-teaser"

Posted by: T on Apr 23, 07 | 4:31 pm


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