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| I ExplodedI had a weird dream last night. During my dream, I expanded and then exploded; like not right away, but wow, it was sort of like one of those Mortal Kombat character's fatalities; sorry, I haven't touch Mortal Kombat for more than ten plus years so I can't remember whose fatality it is. Weird? Yes, extremely weird.  
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| Reporting Injuries to ParentsIs it necessary? 
When I had my two concussions, I never told my parents. When I injured my hip/lower back, I never told my parents. When I had a swollen knee, I did everything to hide it. And like so with many other injuries. I don't know, but I just don't like it when they worry. What are your thoughts? Do you tell them everything?
Post edit: So apparently my dad found out about my swollen knee, and guess what he said... Everything exactly I knew he was going to say, word for word but in Cantonese: stop playing sports, stop working out, stop exercising, stop this, and stop that... But being the stubborn bull I am, like that's going to ever happen, ain't nobody going to stop me from doing what I love. Even if I died playing sports, at least I'll be happy.
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| BlockedOMGOSH she blocked me... LOL; I guess it looks bad even if it was a slow off speed tip.  Should I be embarrassed?
But yeah, on a bright note, I had a 1970 something world champion setter set me three extremely nice C balls during practice and I downed all three hard at the middle three meter line; those that saw it went whoa~ But yeah, definitely need to make this something I do on a consistent basis... 
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| AlmostSo I went for a run today; attempting at my 18km goal. Nearly minutes into the trail, I almost stepped on dog poop. Luckily I dodged out of the way just in the nick of time. This was no ordinary dog poop, no no, it wasn't. It was HUMONGO; half the size of a adult shoe. But wait, it gets better, it looked very soft and mushy in a brownish color. LOL. You can tell I'm having fun with this. BTW, I'm pretty sure because I passed by it six times.
But anyways, unfortunately I did not reach my 18km goal; my legs gave in. I could feel the tightness, the lactic acid built up. Not only were my legs in discomfort, my heart feel like it skipped a beat. It was at that point, I decided to walk the rest the way home. I will keep training and I will eventually reach that goal. You can count me on that. 
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| T-shirts & DesignsLooking for websites (popular ones) where you design t-shirts & make profits.
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