reality

Long long time ago, whenever I was mugging for my exams, it always seemed like there were super alot of things that needed to be done. Like changing the sheets, making a birthday card for that special friend, painting the walls... There were so many so many things that needed to be attended to. Yet when exams were over, these needs went with the wind. The sheets were cleaner than ever before, that friend didn't seem that special afterall, and the walls were in the perfect shades.
 
Right now, it's déjà vu. Instead of exams, it's deadlines and expectations. My partner in crime just went to bed in order to escape from reality (her own words), and for my case, I'm typing this instead of zoocup.
 
Oh. The change was a form of escapism too.