One day, I'll wake up and see that, without a steady financial foundation, I can forget about that Australian degree I want so badly. I'll wake up and realise that my part time job isn't merely extra allowance, but also my livelihood.

I'll wake up and notice the number of wrinkles that has appeared my on father's gentle aging face from the last time I looked at him. I'll wake up and see that my parents've grown older, and that I'm no longer that 15 year old I feel in me. I'll wake up and find that my brother needs to grow up and start earning stable income.

I'll wake up and take a good look at the calendar and see that I've already lived thru my first year in poly, and that it couldn't have gone by any faster. I'll wake up and start to appreciate what has been given to me and begin working on how to provide for myself.

I'll wake up and discover that all the materialistic possession in this world mean nth but a passcard to a certain status of superficiality plus, it doesn't come cheap. I'll wake up and discern that I don't belong to the economic class of the wealthy, and my to-buy wishlist is nth but a panel of financially challenging objectives I can only dream of owning. I'll wake up and learn that those items aren't simply what I want, but they're gauges of where I wanna b in the future.

One day, just one day. I'll unearth all that with just the news of my Dad coming to terms with his age, and predicting his very own unempolyment. One day..

And that day was today.

Good night.