My parents has been telling me off for staying up late in the evenings, even when i am working on some serious business. Often the little scolds develop into violent diputes and they'd end up intimidating me into silence by declaring their refusal to pay for my various tuition fees. In those cases I would have no alternative but to succumb. Now I finally take revenge, by worrying them to death. Vengeance is sweet, but I have to pay for it.

For the time being, I just live my life day by day, in an almost routine manner. I wake up reluctantly at half past seven and continue sleeping at school, get pissed off with teachers, attend various tutorials after school, keep a straight eye on my watch as time elapses second by second, hoping the lessons would end as soon as possible. It was the time I get home, have a nap, play the piano, do the homework listening to Fiona's songs, chat with you guys on the computer do I redeem myself. I eventually let the stress and nerves get into me.

I've known of something wrong in my digestive system, it was somewhat a latent threat to my health yet I paid little attention to it. It has been irritating me for months. Last night, my feces were abnormal in colour, they were black. I thought my bile were attributable but my dad differed. He said I was suffering internal bleeding and bear an overwhelming possibility of having illnesses much worse than gastric ulcer. It was my blood that stained the feces black. He said action, likely to be operation, must be taken if the condition prolongs to my upcoming excretion. The day before yesterday they were still nagging and bugging me with their bloody-mindedness and awfully unfriendly attitude. All of a sudden, it was the other way round.

I may not live long, I just wanna live without regrets.

p.s. I tend to overreact when things go wrong.