It's 8am and I'm still sprawled in my room,
legs stretched out in front of me,
sharing equally, the burden of my notes.

Lessons start at 9am

I'm an hour ride away from school.

My fringe was plastered against my forehead in oily lumps.

And I have yet to find the RIGHT set of notes,
or rather, the missing pages... -_-!

Mummy came in,
lounged against the door sleepily.

"Morning~" I greeted her absently.

"You look tired," she observed, "If ur that tired, take leave. Don't go to work tonight la"

I looked up at her.
She looked concern.

"Haiz~wat to do?U give me a thousand a month, I quit straightaway!!!!"

She sighed,

"U know hoh, I watched a program the other day, there's a very young doctor who's just 20 plus. He passed away suddenly in his sleep. He just slept and never woke up. Doctors investigated his death and u know wat's the diagnosis? They say he was seriously overworked.
Colleagues interviewed claims tt he works almost 20 hours a day and was often forced to skip meals......I don't want u to like that also."

I was touched.

I stopped my rummaging throught the racks and assured her tt I know my limits.

Her reply made my jaw drop.
And my heart shatter.

"U better do loh!!!I invested 20 years worth of money into u already ok? U better make sure I get back my profits and don't go bankrupt!!!Byebye~"

With that, she smiled cheerily and returned to her bedroom.

*Sigh*

Marx is right,
it is a material world out there.