across the universe

yep the internet connection is now good. to hell with speedtouch, which is just completely pussy. shida attempted to explain why such packaged data nonsense is so sucky during my internship, but i still dont understand why. i dont know why my internet is faster now, though.

i think my throat problem is not in the shallows of my throat but in the depth of my mind. sometimes i think i keep trying to prevent tonsil inflammation too much i get so overly worried about it and read any sign of dryness as an indicator of impending doom. i just take lozenges and pei pa koa whether or not i actually need to. im just a real foamer.

mugging today was quite unproductive. well, mugging the second time over will always be quite unproductive. i cant help it, i have filled myself to the brim, and anymore and i will spill. naah, this is not the pride that cometh before the fall. this is no pride, this is an overt recognition and silent resignation to my impending fate. doom, basically.

up to a certain point, mugging doesnt really matter anymore. what matters is just pure dumb luck. ok luck isnt dumb. Luck is a really sweet pretty fair Lady. and i hope She will smile on me, smile on me. though i think she probably wont be kind to pussies like me, just as Fate wouldnt.

sometimes people worry that their maids, domestic helps, whatever, might get horny and get themselves pregnant when they go for their sunday-offs. or like in my estate, i hears some people are scared that their maids will go a-humping with the banglaconstructionworkers. yep, its just plain racist, but all the time the folks around here complain about the banglas. this is quite a real problem in my neighborhood, since most houses are empty between 9 and 5. a good solution to this perennial problem would be to just buy them vibrators and teach them how to pleasure themselves.

come on, this is not about morality and all that. God probably wouldnt object to such methods of escape from their humdrum sad lives. if they are not dancing around on parapets or mopping the floor, they are most probably cooped up in the domestic bomb shelter or storeroom. i know for a fact, that many puny condos have their agents suggest that these domestic helps can live inside the bomb shelter, which has no windows and only a small circular vent to have them some ventilation. and the door is so damn bloody thick, a cell in changi might actually be more comfortable.

they should be allowed to let of some steam and be kinky themselves. after all, im pretty sure that many employers do not want to prevent the maids from popping the cotton to protect them from stds or unwanted pregnancies for the maids own good. many just dont want to have to deal with the repatriation and impounding and all that nonsense. a vibrator would be a massively good solution to this problem.

if they can climax by themselves, they know they dont need men, which is a good thing. although a duracell bunny will never stop pumping, it can never be compared to the real thing. but its a good substitute. i bet men and vibrators in such situation, ceteris paribus, would have a negative CED. and if they cant reproduce naturally, theres also a good side to it. that there will be lesser people brought to suffer in the squalors of luzon or mindanao or palawan or palembang or surabaya or borneo. if malthus appeals to u, and if the macroecons III notes are anything to go by, this restrains the growth rate and brakes the crisis. i dont know the secondary effect, but as ewong put it, the secondary effect can never be greater than the primary effect, thats why its called the secondary effect.

im real brilliant.

on a separate note, just as pigs cant fly,

good night.