post, secrets.
Monday, August 11, 2008, 9:38 AM
Morbid

I spent my entire Sunday watching olympics and I realised the only tool of communication between my Dad and I is only sports.

Dad's friend: ' eh where are you'

Dad: 'swimming, swimming.'

Dad's friend: ' where!'

Dad: ' olympics, olympics!'

Caught swimming when michael phelps clinched another world record timing in swimming and tao li cracked her personal best. Female hockey was okay, quite glad that an Asian country won. Men's Volleyball, Gymnastics(!!!!!! the girls are so pretty), (skipped boxing), and then Basketball. Woooooo, my favourite babyyyyyy!

That was when I explained to my Dad about the game most.
20 sentences in one day which was quite a feat.
I wonder do people at my age still talk to the fiercer and stricter parent?

If it's possible, I hope there's olympics every month.

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I'm sick of going through this every week.
The one day out of every week is enough for me to think negatively already.

Although I thought I was always doing things out of a fit of rash,
I always felt the problems were always never ending, as if a prolonged epidemic.








But it's causing damage, do you know?

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Aubrey, remember God's word prevails.




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