  pigeons now listening to chet atkins' guitar instrumental re-working of a beatles staple "if i fell".
it almost reminds me of a little paradise and i'm a short, stout taxi driver with a healthy beer belly and every day there will be a plump girl to massage my smelly toes and lots of iced citrus fruit drinks and a warehouse of fresh fruit within a hundred metres and... mmm... no school.
the ending gives a totally different impression. it comes to a halt almost like a car would, and then you get out and realise the world isn't as cool & fresh smelling (although the fresh-smelling chemicals, mr low once said, screw with your psychological rhythms). of course, it's quite marxist in a john lennon way: demure, hopelessly idealistic; but people like lennon only make the world a better place. lennon and those monty python guys. i spent the entire afternoon scanning and touching up a few photos.
the reason for my apparent lack of productiveness more lies in the software and the stupid dell computer. i'd expect, for a two month old computer, it should be fast enough for most purposes. but apparently everything i do it just slows to a halt and shows an alert talking about "virtual memory". and you thought simulation was only for CG animation movies. some people have an admirable amount of patience to handle this rubbish from day to day, but not me. sorry. kenn has a collection of urlLink crappy photos of our class , so i might as well point you to the various interesting shots: someone who appears to be me reeling in pain after an evil urlLink Joseph Punch , a stupid pencil case i got in August 1995 that is now mutilated and vandalised urlLink beyond recognition , jeremy yap getting urlLink slaughtered , and my favourite urlLink slacking project in cheena class, and wei jun urlLink after he ate the stupid burger i pasted on his back.
bye. 
