Wednesday, July 27, 2011

I Work at a Zoo Called "Library" Part 5

I lost count how many parts I had so far. I almost put part 4.
Anyways, where I work in the library, we can print out stuff for patrons who forgot their cards. (We still charge them.) We can see their net ID and their print job names. This is what I found. (I painted black over their net ID's for privacy issues.)


Yes, we know what you type as your print job names. Please, try not to write your passwords as your print job names.


*I had to add this part below later on.

IT'S A REAL ZOO IN THE LIBRARY! We almost had a pet in our department but I guess we can't have pets so they decided to let it die with a dignity. I censored the part where you might not like to see. It's not really gross though it just looked...natural.




Monday, July 25, 2011

My Parents

Before I left on my mission
Yesterday, I called my mom like I always do on Sunday after church. I told her that I will be heading home on Sunday, August 7 and she was excited that she will be able to see me a day earlier than she expected. One thing she didn't expect, though, is that I will be going to Los Angeles on Tuesday, August 9. I expected some disappointments in her voice when I told her this but she was actually fine with it. She knew that I would be visiting people I taught on my mission and she knew I missed them so much. As I thought more about this, I realized how much my mom loved me enough to let me go to LA without any objections. If you didn't know, my parents hasn't seen me since October and my mom is very much attached to me. I am her best friend. I should be extra grateful to my mom and show her how much I love her while I am home.

This is a random picture, not me
Another thought I had was when I was about to fall asleep in my bed. When I am about to fall asleep, there are so many things that go through my mind and this is when I get the most brilliant ideas ever, then I wake up in the morning wondering what they were. Anyways, this one particular night, I was thinking about a family I was close with on my mission. I thought how much I love them and how excited I was to see them in two weeks. I thought of their children and I imagined one of them falling asleep next to me. I imagined carrying her to her bedroom and tucking her in her bed. Then I remembered my parents doing the same for me. I am a light-sleeper so if someone touches me or lifts me up, I wake up. Growing up, I would fall asleep in front of our TV then one of my parents would pick me up and would take me to my bedroom to tuck me in. Many times I would wake up but would pretend I was still sleeping, but I still remember the warmth of their bodies and the feeling of protection. I loved it and I would sometimes pretend to be asleep just so that my parents can pick me up and tuck me in.

My Parents At The Temple Square

Friday, July 22, 2011

My Path: Macomb

This is another post about my path. This path was when I was in Macomb, Illinois and how my life there was affected by people around me. Once again, I won't write about everybody but some of the people who influenced me more than others or whom I learned a lot from.

Let's start with from Macomb Jr. and Sr. high school.

First is Mrs. Lovell. She was my very first English teacher when my family moved to the U.S. She was so kind to me even though I didn't speak any English. Whenever I did my homework and how terrible it must have been, she was willing to give me good grades for my efforts. I had saved almost everything from my English classes and when I was in high school, I read some of the poems I wrote and they were terrible. I didn't understand what I wanted to say or what I was writing; there were no verbs at all. How could Mrs. Lovell read that and understand any of them? I guess she didn't...

Second is Mrs. Kelso. She was my 8th grade English teacher. (I had the best English teachers ever since 7th grade.) She was way nice and I would go to her classroom time to time to just talk to her. She would listen to anything I would tell her. I feel kind of bad for going over there and complain or tell her all my drama but I really needed someone to talk to at that time. Once I forgot to bring shorts for PE and she went to the class with me to talk to my PE teacher to not to lower my grade. I didn't ask her to do that but she was willing to do it for me. She was one of my favorite teachers.

Now, we will go to youth or friends I had.

One of Brace's Senior Pictures
Brace White comes first. He is two years older than I but I admire and respect him greatly. To help you imagine what kind of person he is, I will tell you some of the stories. He spray painted his FULL name in gold/orange on a water tower in Macomb the morning of him leaving to BYU. Also, if you have seen my senior pictures, you can imagine what kind of senior pictures he had. His were taken at a playground and his pictures are worse (or better depending on who you ask) than mine. He and his friends wore short shorts with white shirts and ties to school just for fun. He also got arrested because he slapped a guy  in the back while going 20 mph in a car. He is awesome. :) If you don't think they are his good qualities, you might think these qualities might be: he is a very honesty guy (he never lies about anything he has done), he is true to his words, he is loyal to his friends, and he lives the gospel standards. He went to parties with his friends but he never ever drank or smoked. He would laugh at his drunk friends and what not but he would never do anything contrary to the Word of Wisdom.

One of Clarke's Senior Pictures
One of My Senior Pictures
Clarke White is Brace's younger brother. When I lived at their house, we hung out all the time and spent many nights watching movies and playing games together, and we made many trips to Family Video, a local video store, at night to get some drinks from vending machine. I remember him saying weird stuff like "turd monkeys" and "let's do this like bread on rock" when we stayed up late. One Sunday morning, Clarke came up to the attic where my room was and knocked on my door. "Chris (a long story behind this name), get up!" I turned to see my clock. "Chris, it's seven in the morning!" "Chris, there's a drunk guy downstairs." I got up and went downstairs with him and sure enough there he was, sitting on a stool by an island in the kitchen. He was a local college student who probably was partying at a bar close by the house. Since the Whites don't lock their doors, he must have just walked in. Anyways, we started talking to him. He had no idea where he was. We told him the house was just across from the Y (YMCA) and he didn't have a clue what that was, then he asked us if we went to Wisconsin high school. Ummm, we are in Illinois.

(We all got our senior pictures taken by the same person: Donny Gettinger, Brace's friend.)

Jordan on His Mission in Russia
Jordan Callister has to be more righteous influence to me if you look at it from the spiritual side. He is straight as an arrow. There's no deviating for him. He does not compromise his standards but he always does what he's been asked to do. He never whines, complains, and respects people around him. Does he sound perfect to you? Maybe you should marry him...or date him...if you are a girl. If you want, I can tell you all the bad things about him. He...shot people on the street with his airsoft guns from his house and someone called cops on him. Honestly, I really can't think of anything else. I guess if you are really interested give him a call. I will give you his phone number.

Youth Dance. I am the Asian kid on the left.
I had so much fun with other young men in my ward like Cody, Jared, Andrew, and others. We had fun at scout camps, Super Saturdays (or so called, youth dances), and Youth Conferences. Some of us have served missions, some are serving, some are leaving soon, and some decided not to serve. During youth dances, Brace (before he graduated), Cody Markley, Clarke (when he was of age to come to youth dances), and me would always sit in the corner and not dance. We didn't refuse to dance but we refused to ask girls to dance with us. Once, there was an intramural basketball tournament sponsored by YMCA for high school students. We made a team Mormon to compete. In front of our team shirts, it would say "Mormon" so everybody knew who we were. We were actually one of the popular teams, not because we were the best but because we were Mormons.

Last of all, all the leaders and adults who watched over me.

Bishop Callister, Jordan's dad, was my first bishop when my family got baptized. His family was such a great influence in my life from motivating me to serve a mission to forcing me to ask a girl to dance with me. :) He's still a good influence, a friend, and a leader. I can go to him with problems or updates on my life and he gives me counsels. He and his wife also are great examples of patient and loving parents who I want to model after.

Bishop Connelly was my second bishop. He used to be my youth leader so I got to know him really well. He and his wife came to my endowment and Bishop Connelly was my escort. Their mission stories and life stories inspired me throughout the years of my youth and still encourage me by expressing their love for me. They are people who make me want to be more righteous because of their high expectations for me. Sister Connelly is such a sweet spirit with positive outlook at life despite her challenges. I think her challenges made her stronger and faithful.

Brothers Thurman and White
Brother White, Brace and Clarke's dad, was my seminary teacher. I think his sons got their awesomeness from him or something. He's really outgoing and exciting person who races for triathlon. He is an orthopedic surgeon and very often he would tell his seminary class about some of surgeries he had to do and about some weird people that come in to see him. He has been a seminary teacher for over ten years now. That's not common for early morning seminary. Everybody loves him as a seminary teacher. I got to stay at his house for a year during my senior year in high school. He and his wife took care of me even when I was sick to my stomach. Whenever I didn't understand something about the Gospel or had questions about it, Brother White would try to answer my questions and help me understand.

Other leaders like Brother Thurman, Brother Hawton, Brother Diehl, and others who always watched over me and led me to the right direction even when my dad stopped going to church (It's not like I cared that much about it but still). They were the best teachers, mentors, and friends. Brother Thurman is a bishop in my home ward now. He was in the bishopric when I first joined the Church then became my teacher when I was a priest and now a bishop. He is Jared and Andrew's dad.  Brother Hawton was my teacher before Brother Thurman. I loved his sense of humor and his humility. We had so much fun together since I was the only priest in my quorum. Brother Diehl was the best home teaching companion I had. I had lost my home teaching companion in the past because he went less-active so I hadn't had a home teaching companion for almost two years. Brother Diehl showed me that home teaching isn't just about sharing a message but it's about becoming a friend to whom you home teach. I don't think we ever taught a lesson from the First Presidency message and I actually loved how we didn't. I still follow his example of becoming my home teachees friend first then thinking about their needs to leave a message with them.

Brother Jackson was my Sunday School teacher, and he and I were the only guys in the class. He had this personality that everybody liked. Also, if I missed or skipped the Sunday School, he would come up to me during the Priesthood meeting and would tell me how he missed me. I need to get in touch with him.

I am sorry if I didn't write about you. I know who you are and I do love you. I miss all of you. God couldn't have placed me somewhere as awesome as Macomb, Illinois to help me learn about the Gospel and join Christ's church. I met wonderful people who shaped me into the person that I am now. I love you all.

PS: This post took me over a week to finish.

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Opposites Attract

Opposites attract, right?
I had an interesting talk with a friend of mine about dating and liking the opposite sex. That made me think of this song and decided to talk about what happens when men and women are attracted to each other.

The conversation came up with the type of people we tend to attract. No offense to anyone but I feel like people tend to attract certain types of people. I can't pinpoint out what type of people I attract (if I ever do) but the majority of them remind of someone in the past then I tell myself, "I can't date this person" or "I need to refrain from saying anything that might lead them to like me." It's not that I don't like them or anything but I just can't see myself being with them. I like talking to them. I like hanging out with them. I just can't see myself in a serious relationship with them.
I talked to some other people who said the same thing. They said perhaps, they should just accept the fact that they only attract a certain type of people and date them. God loves us; He wouldn't let that happen. :P

Another thing we talked about is how guys just don't get it. What it means is that, girls always give signs/hints/whatever but guys don't really see that. I don't know why they don't get it. I don't get it either. My thing is that I over-analyze; I think either that they are like that all the time to everybody or I just brush it off thinking it's nothing. "How do boys not get it?" girls ask and I say, "How can we get it? We are not girls!" We ask girls out if we think they are fun, interesting (in a good way), and attractive (as we are attracted to them, not "beauty"). What do girls do to let guys know that they are interested in guys? I can't answer that question for you. I am a guy, but WikiHow knows! A great advice from "professionals." I wish it's not socially weird for girls to ask guys out. People want everything to be equal but why are we still struggling with gender roles? That's for another day.

What kind of guys or girls are you attracted to? Are they almost the opposite or are they just like you? Do you look for the same or similar characteristics you have? Do you think about if you and the opposite sex have the same taste of music, food, art, movies, etc? Me? I honestly don't know. What I know, though, is no matter what quality or characteristic she has if I do really love her, it doesn't matter what kind of music, food, art or movies she likes because I will like them too. Whatever she feels is her weakness, I will like it also.


Of course, it's another song by the same band as before but it's about how the opposites attract. I will get around to translate this song soon.

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Thursday, July 21, 2011

I Am Blessed, Blessed, Blessed

One of my favorite hymns is Because I Have Been Given Much. Due to copyright issue, I couldn't link the title to a score for the song but I still wanted to post the lyrics.

"Because I have been given much, I too must give.
Because of thy great bounty, Lord each day I live.
I shall divide my gifts from thee with every brother that I see,
who has the need of help from me.

"Because I have been sheltered, fed by thy good care…
I cannot see another’s lack and I not share-
my glowing fire, my loaf of bread-my roof’s safe shelter over head,
that he too may be comforted.

"Because I have been blessed by thy great love dear Lord,
I’ll share thy love again according to thy word.
I shall give love to those in need. I’ll show that love by word and deed,
thus shall my thanks be thanks indeed."



I always feel what first line of ever verse but I neglect to think about the rest of the song. Because I have been blessed with so many things, I need to share it and give it to others. I need to "return the favor" so to say. God didn't ask us to return the favor to Him directly but serve others, give them what I have, and share what I own.


R to L: Quentin, Cristy, Lori and Tausha
I was thinking about this song when I was reflecting on last night, when I was hanging out with Cristy and Lori Crawford last night, and I realized how blessed I was to know them. (I hope you read this, Cristy and Lori) They are great friends who would listen to me talking about EVERYTHING. I really don't think there's anything I didn't inform them of. I haven't seen them for a long time so we had a lot to catch up on. Great friends help you understand how much you need to be loved and need others to rely on. Friends do make who you are.


A service project at USC
(Back to the song.) The song teaches the truths and more understanding of the scriptures Mosiah 2:17 and Matthew 25:40. When we serve others, we serve God also. By sending us to those in need, we become God's messengers or His instruments so we are serving Him. We also receive blessings of becoming His angels. (Watch or read The Ministry of Angels by Elder Jeffrey R. Holland)

Mormon Helping Hands
Heavenly Father didn't just hand all the blessings to us without expecting anything in return. He wants us to help those who are in need, those who have less than we do. Some of us don't have much at all but there are always other people who have less than we do. We can help them because the Lord has blessed us. We have the Gospel, the good news, when many people don't. I've been blessed with learning about the Gospel when I was 13 and it was my job and my duty to share this good news with people in Los Angeles, California.


"Count your blessings; see what God hath done. Count your blessing; name them one by one. Count your many blessings; see what God hath done." Count Your Blessings

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Fun Classes I Want To Take

I realized that I am on my last two years of college left. Since I decided not to minor in Spanish, I got plenty of room to take any classes I want to take. Honestly, I am really interested in taking all the classes but I don't know if I will have enough time to take them. Here are some of them:


1. STDEV 317R - Grad School Strategies
I was talking to my co-worker about this class, and she loved it and highly recommended it to me. I am going to take this class either coming Fall or Winter no matter what. This class teaches how to prepare for GRE, how to work on your resume, what you need to know about applying to graduate schools, etc. It will be like a mission prep or marriage prep class except it's for grad school.


2. SFL 110 - Food Preparation in the Home
My roommate, Quentin, took this class and he enjoyed it very much. I am also interested in cooking and I want to learn to use different spices to make my food taste better. I am not saying my food tastes bad now but I think if I learned to use different spices, I would be better able to find the right combinations of spices to create amazing food. I can just see myself in a kitchen with one of those spice holders cooking like a mad man. That would be a dream come true.


3. MUSIC 117 - Basic Guitar Skill
I am sure many of you didn't know that I own a guitar. Yes, I do. I don't have a really nice one or am really good at it but I play it time to time. Currently, I don't have a song I am working on but I am thinking about either Billionaire by Bruno Mars or I'd Rather Be With You by Joshua Radin. Either way, I still have a lot to learn since I never had gotten a real lesson before. This class would be a good way to reform my foundation and get better at it.


4. MUSIC 111R - Basic Vocal Skills
Did I tell you that I love singing? Well, I do. Since I've started watching Glee, I am more into singing than before. If I knew BYU had a class for singing, I would have taken this class years ago but now I know they do so I will take this class for sure. Unless, someone will teach me how to sing really well for free. I guess I can watch tons of Youtube videos but I want someone to really teach me and do some hands-on lessons.


5. VAPHO 116 - Introduction to Photography
Did you know that I love taking pictures? I always think about how certain scene would be best portrayed by taking a picture of it in certain angles. Since I don't know anything about that, I usually just go with whatever feels right and most of the times, my gut feelings were wrong. This would set a good foundation of photography for me and I would be really looking for the "right moment" pictures. The only problem with this is that this class could be only for Photography majors. Why can't they offer a basic class for every major so people can learn to enjoy them?


6. SFL 102 - Introduction to Interiors
Why interior design class? Because I hate it when pictures or paintings are not hung straight. Also, I want to learn to positioning the furniture to make the most space for everything and matching all the furniture to each other. I also like decorating rooms. I mean, why not? If I had my own house, I would like to decorate it on my own (or with my family). I am also horrible at colors so this will help me figure out what color goes well with what color.



I am sure you might think some of them are very femmy but I disagree with that statement. It's not "femmy" to learn how to cook or design. It's a skill that you can develop. God wants everyone to learn as much as they can to serve others and I am willing to learn what interests me if I can develop those talents. I am doing what I want and I know someday they will come in handy. It's always good to be diverse.

I Work at a Zoo Called "Library" Part 4

Today is one of my favorite days at work.

(I got a chat from a patron asking about using a database. I just finished helping him.)
Patron: Thank you.
Me: No problem.
Patron: Do you want to go on a date? This Friday?
Me: How do you even know if I am a guy or a girl?
Patron: The Spirit.
Me: OK. Which one am I?
Patron: The Spirit tells me you are a girl.
Me: Well, I guess you are not very in-tuned with the Spirit.
Patron: Ouch. Thanks. Bye.
There were so many things I could have said to him but I think that was the least mean thing I could have said. I mean, think about it. I just got asked out by a DUDE who thought I was a GIRL!

(This story happened few hours after the chat. It's not related to the chat at all.)
After enjoying my little snack, the mother nature was calling me. As I was walking to the bathroom by the Periodicals, I see an older gentleman walking towards the bathroom very slowly, almost like lingering there. Then a guy comes out of the bathroom and starts greeting the older man. I didn't think much of that...because there was nothing much going on, but while I was still processing what just happened, a girl with a heavy looking backpack walks out of the guys bathroom and enters the ladies bathroom. When I entered the bathroom, I saw a guy by one of the urinals and all I could think about was how embarrassing it must've been for her to walk in and see a guy peeing. What I don't understand is how she walked out after that one guy. I mean think about it, she walks in without realizing it was guys bathroom but didn't walk out until some guy did? Maybe he was drying his hands or walking out when she walked in. That's really embarrassing.

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

O Remember Remember

President Spencer W. Kimball stated that perhaps the most important word is "remember."

Do you write in your journal? Do you take pictures? Do you record it on your camera?

When I started writing in my journal, I didn't start to remember what was happening around me but to let out my feelings out open. I felt so smothered by everything going on and I needed a way to express my feelings without stressing others out. I never really had, what you call, "best friends;" someone who would listen to you no matter what, who you can always trust, who is always there for you and comfort you, who always reminds you of your good qualities, and who always tells you that everything is OK. Don't get me wrong. I had great friends whom I had tons of fun with, but I just never had someone who would listen to everything I have to say. I guess it's my fault though because I was not willing to express my feelings to people. Maybe it's social thing: men are supposed to be strong and are not supposed to show emotions. Perhaps, culture. Or perhaps, it's just me.
Anyways, my journals have been my "best friends" ever since. They know my feelings, thoughts, secrets, complaints, doubts, beliefs, girls I loved was attracted to, and so on. The most important thing they remember is my mission. I have written everyday of my mission. I didn't miss a single day since I entered the MTC. I knew that the mission would be a very important chapter of my life and I didn't want to miss anything. I wanted to remember everything. I learned to write important events in my journal throughout my mission along with my feelings. I look back and read my mission journals time to time and I remember the days that were hot, the days when it rained, the days of baptisms, the days of failures, the days of laughter, the days of tears, the days of pure joy... I remember them.

I have taken plenty of pictures on my mission. I didn't start taking a whole lot until I was with Elder Joshua Loveless. He would always take his cameras out to take pictures of members, graffiti, flowers, sunsets, etc. Ever since then, I tried to take more pictures so that I don't just have words to remember them by but pictures. Sometimes I wish I could just take mental pictures of everything. I don't want to forget the beauty around me, people around me. They are too precious to forget.
I was lying down (I had to look this up to make sure I understood the difference between "laying" and "lying.") down on grass by my apartment and was trying to read "The Miracle of Forgiveness" but it wasn't going too great since I was just amazed by the beauty of God's creations. As the sun was going down, its orange light hit some clouds which created the beauty of nature. It wasn't dark yet  You could see clouds turning orange and to contrast that, the shadow of the sunset covered other parts of the clouds. My best part was the sunlight shining through the gaps between the clouds making rays of light. I was lying there thinking that I should go up to my apartment and get my camera, but I didn't. I just didn't want to leave what I was seeing. I didn't want it to go away while I was gone. Now I think about it, I think the beauty of nature is everything surrounding what you call "beauty." I like really seeing it rather than looking at a picture of it because I can see the surrounding of what I am looking at. The sunset with clouds was complimented by buildings, trees, mountains, and cars. Man-made objects show the true beauty of God-made objects.

Pictures are a good way to remember the moment; however, video recordings are the best way to remember sounds, movements, and everything you see. I have recorded various of things on my mission: my companion having a balloon fight with a 7-year-old boy, missionaries singing, skits we did at a convalescent home, and people I met. Watching videos help me remember exactly what people said and what they sounded like. Things that pictures can't show you. Things that journals can't tell you. If I could record everything I experience, I could replay it over and over again and never forget anything. I wouldn't forget the moments of my happiness, of trials, of sorrow, of friendship, of love, and of anger.

I want to remember everything that affected me either positively or negatively. Maybe, that's why I like the background of my blog; it's gray like my memory but I still remember. Or maybe it's like me, I look plain with no fun but I am still complicated, but even among complexities, there's a little phone booth to make everything simple again. Remembering them will only make me strong and grow to be more perfect like Christ. He experienced them all and He became perfect physically, emotionally, spiritually. Memories are precious to me. Memories are what make me who I am.

"O remember remember..."

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Saturday, July 16, 2011

Learning Truths From Songs




This is a song by a Korean band called G.O.D. (I don't know what they stand for). It was made in 2004 and it's called "Gil" or a road/path/street. I used to listen to them growing up. Yes, they are a boys band but that's all they got in Korea. I am going to write the loose translation of the song at the bottom. (It is super hard to translate perfectly. I could have two versions of the translation: line by line translation or paragraph by paragraph translation. I am going to do paragraph by paragraph because that doesn't sound too choppy.

"I don't know where this path is going,
where it's taking me,
where it's going to end up,
but even today I am still on the path.
(*Note: the part where a guy repeats the same sentence three times, he's saying 'I don't know' or more accurately, 'I can't figure it out.')
"People don't know if the path has been chosen
or they have to choose for themselves,
but I am on the path again.
(Chorus)"Why am I on this path?
Is this really my path?
Will my dream come true at the end of this path?
"I want to know what makes me happy.
Is it wealth, fame, or people I love?
I still can't find the answer.
"I want to say that it's my path with confidence
and I want to believe that.
I want to walk without looking back and without a regret
but I am still not confident.
(Chorus)"Why am I on this path?
Is this really my path?
Is my dream come true at the end of this path?
"What am I dreaming?
Who is this dream for?
Will I be able to smile when the dream comes true?
Where am I going now?
What am I supposed to live for?
(Chorus)"Why am I on this path?
Is this really my path?
Will my dream come true at the end of this path?
"Why am I on this path?
Is this really my path?
Will I be able to smile when the dream comes true?"


Now you might be wondering why I posted a Korean song that you don't understand and translated the whole song. Because I sometimes feel exactly the same way. I am sure everybody does time to time. "Am I supposed to be doing this?" "Am I supposed to be studying this?" "Am I supposed to be staying here?" We wonder what we are doing is exactly what God wants us to do. I pray and ask them what I should do but most of the times, I don't get this warm, fuzzy feeling that everybody talks about. So what do I do? I just go on with my life and make whatever I feel is right. I think mostly the Lord just presents to me what I should do or the path I should take like Beau, my roommate, buying a house so that I could move in with him and bunch of my friends.

What I don't understand about this music video though is a box and an egg. What are they supposed to represent? I understand the part where they see a road sign on their maps and see the exact same things in real life. (For example, one guy has a road sign of a kid and he sees a kid on the road.) I understand that on the path I am taking, certain things and people are placed there for me. I think this music video is very symbolic.

"I Wasn't Born Here!" Part 2

Two Saturdays ago, I had a privilege of being one of my friends' groomsman. I got a green tie to match with their theme color (or whatever you call that). What I didn't know was that I was supposed to wear that at his wedding reception which was today. I got there in black shirt with white stripes. I didn't know I was supposed to dress up for that! I wasn't born here! Also, it was my first time being a groomsman. I didn't have anybody else to tell me how things work!


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