"The world awaits."

Can't wait to watch the opening match of the World Cup,
Which starts in about an hour's time.

I don't think I'll be catching the 2nd match at 3am though.
Because I'll probaby pass out at work again.
I don't know what's wrong with me lately,
But I feel tired all the time.

It's so serious that I suspect,
That I may be suffering from narcolepsy,
Because sometimes I'd almost fall over while standing.
It's like I can't control the urge to sleep at all.

What's wrong with me huh.

Anyway I managed to make it to Femme Quest,
After work yesterday.
And that's only because,
I stayed back to nap at the shop for 30 minutes.

For some unfathomable reason,
I still attend Herstory events,
Even though I'm not a lesbian,
And they aren't very enjoyable anyway.
Plus, the music was very sucky yesterday!

I'll always swear not to go again after each event,
But a few months later,
I'll forget what I said.

And the cycle continues.

Come to think of it,
$12 isn't that cheap after all.
Not as though the $12 came with one drink leh.

In addition,
There's always the chance that I might not pass,
At a lesbian affair.
Although it doesn't really matter if you're male or female,
Since the girls were going into both the ladies and the gents;
It can sure dent your ego,
If you weren't asked to pay the admission charge for guys.

It's good to be confident,
But one must still be careful,
And not take passing for granted.

Back to Femme Quest.
I'll give it a passing grade for entertainment value,
On account of the fact that 2 girls ran into each other,
At top speed accidentally,
And that one contestant's boobs were threatening,
To break loose from her bikini top.

When I first saw the contestants' profiles online,
My initial reaction was,
"Wah lau, all cannot make it man!"

But now I know it's the makeover studio that cannot make it.

The girls don't look so bad on stage afterall.

Maybe I'll go again next month, ha.

But the highlight of the night,
Was when I was tucking in fish & chips after the show.
Now that's value for money.

On the way home,
I was in agony.
I had ignored my first rule of riding:
Always ride on an empty bladder.

I think I was a few road bumps away,
From peeing on my bike last night.
Luckily I managed to make it home,
With dry underwear though.

Hmm.

Before I go...
Ever since the demise of Cargo,
I've been looking for another magazine(s) to fill the void.



And these 2 are definitely making the cut.

A tiny part of me feels unmanly and guilty,
For indulging in fashion magazines for men,
But I've never been the most macho anyway, right?