so i was walking along, looking at the traffic, looking at the trees, looking at the people around me...anything to try and get my mind off work. i was thinking about nice songs i'd heard, trying to sing them without having people stare at me (see what see, never see people sing song is it?!)

so anyway, as i walked under a tree, i heard a distinctive call of a crow above. my mind immediately snapped to my horrible, dreaded, downright damned MATH PORTFOLIO ><

seriously, what the. perhaps i was even expecting a nut to fall right in front of me, to fit the question better =/ it's just how work is constantly swirling around, infiltrating every pore of my body, every deepest depth of my soul. it's omnipresent, and impossible to shake away.

recently, i was online at like 3, 4am, and it really amazed me how this trend, this culture, this religion of IBers being online at unearthly hours actually sort of turned into some sort of self-deprecating humour, with all the msn personal messages like 'bonding in the wee hours', 'sleep depriviant', 'note to self: never die from a viral illness' (HL math port hahaha), 'brainfugged', 'forget the acne. math port ans?', 'this late night zombie is blardee shacked' etc etc etc...

goodness me seriously. what a health hazard, you pesky little math port/IAs/EE/TOK...