Got a rude slap by reality this morning.

My mum came into my room and started talking about money and insurance when I woke up. She has always been drumming that into me since I was young... but today, it finally hit home.

I'm gonna graduate in a month, and I'll be on my own soon - I can't bring myself to keep depending on my parents, can I? Been taking far too many things for granted, and my poor dad's always been sloughing behind the scenes so that I can get my lil' pleasures in life, chase all my silly interests and have expensive meals with friends whenever I feel like it. I knew it for a fact before, but today I finally understand it. And I realise I'm actually not quite as well-off as I thought I was. Delusions.. oh delusions....

How can I bring myself to go Australia to do my masters now even if I want to? I can't bear to throw another burden on my ageing parents... they're not some super rich people who have fat saving accounts hidden somewhere you know. Freak... wat dancer dreams... Can I really make it there? Or am i just gonna be a mediocre dancer earning peanuts?

I feel like a butterfly pupa that's undergoing metamorphosis. As the cocoon tears apart and I stretch my limp, nearly formed wings, the harsh rays of the sunlight blinds and sears me as I finally set my eyes upon the real world.

It's time to learn the skills of survival.