Crap of An Exam Week

On an exam week when you don't get to sleep more than 5 hours a day, you become a desperado. Not desperate for man, nor for woman, but for your bed. I mean, what can be more comfortable than lying on the warm, cosy bed not doing anything?

And my lousy bed in Miri, which actually looks like this:



Suddenly it turned into something like this.

So tempting. So inviting. Well, I'm so desperate for a good sleep.

We fantasize when we're too desperate for something. You don't care much anymore. It's like when you're thirsty, a glass of plain water will taste like heaven for you. It's just a game in your mind that makes you fantasize.

Just like when you're desperate for a girl, you tend to mistaken this:

as our stunning Scarlett:

Or, Brad Pitt:

As our humble Kenneth:

But at least this is understandable. Cos there isn't much difference between the two. Don't you agree?