It's like I've been stranded on an island; I'm hungry, I'm tired and I'm desperate.

All I can think of is Kenny Roger's mac and cheese, chicken soup and sleep. There isn't anything remotely appetising at home; the best there is is pandan bread and bananas. You'd think there'd be some oreos lying around somewhere, but no. Not a single cracker.

But more than satiating my hunger, more than resting my weary eyes, I want to not have to do my MP. Which is exactly what's pending on my list. In fact, it's at the top of my list.

Come to think of it, I might actually prefer being stranded on an island than work on my MP. But only if a good friend/ my mum were there to accompany me, and only if we were to be saved - unharmed - that very week.