I punked out and joined Friendster. I couldn't help it. My god sis invited me, and her testimonial is very sweet. Plus, I could never say no to my god sis.

Cable modem guy is at my house right now, i'm oozing to be online again. Ew, that was a nasty sounding metaphor.

So everyone, join friendster, give me great testimonials, and find me online in the days to come.

On a side note, I like toilets/urinals that automatically flush. Not to go into too much detail, but who knows how many people have touched the flush handle after touching their *beeps* and their *beeps*. When I shake your hand, i don't touch your *beep* so why must I do so after touching my own *beep*. My *beep* and your *beep* should not touch each other in any way, no matter how many degrees of seperation it may be.

If you grab your *beep* to take a piss and then flush (which is the right thing to do, cuz your piss and my piss should not chemically react in any way, shape or form), you are foddling the *beeps* of however many people who grabbed their *beeps* and then flushed. Now, if you don't wash your hands (with hot water, and tons of antibacterial soap) then you are now cultivating the *beep* sweat of countless *beeps*.

Now, you touch my hand after I grabbed my *beep* and didn't wash my hands, then those X number of *beeps* are all swishing together. Talk about hand jobs.

And remember, if you shake more then twice, then you're playing with yourself.

My chinese horoscope for today:

Understanding within the couple will be much better than in other periods. You'll make an exceptional encounter with a person who'll make your heart leap. Your relations with your coworkers will be good or even excellent. You'll have much difficulty controlling yourself so as not to stuff yourself with foods that don't suit you. You'll manage your financial situation with great cleverness all the while avoiding inconsiderate risks. You'll take daring initiatives and, at the same time, you'll make excellent investments.

Applebee's has this "lightning fast lunch" promo going on. You get served in 14 minutes or the meal is free.

Just my luck that Quizno's isn't open until wednesday, so we meandered over to Applebee's... only to find a tour bus filled with old people going in as well.

The waiter takes our order, sets the timer, and says "You came at a really good time, today is as good a day as any to try to get your lunch for free".

We watch the timer anxiously as the minutes counted. Seven minutes, eight minutes. The table next to us is already at Twelve. The waiter walks over telling them that they're lunch is probably free. We get excited, the clock runs to nine minutes, then ten. The waither walks out of the kitchen with plates of food, we sigh defeated, only to find out that it was for another table.

Eleven minutes, Twelve. The waiter comes over, looks at the watch, and says "Oh, i'm not even gonna bother to look if you're food is ready." Takes out the check, marks some marks on it.

We get our food 19 minutes and 8 seconds later.

Free food is good. Incredibly good.

There's possibly only a handful of people who really know how I act, think, and respond. If you read my blog, you probably haven't learned anything about me. If you think you have, then you're either really good at reading between the lines, already know how I am in person, or you're just ASSUMING.

I've decided that recently, I may be giving too many details about my personal life. My blog will not be like others where I just rabble on about my day and the things I do. That's retarded. This blog needs to go back to it's roots, back to what made people want to read it in the first place.

Silly little comments about absolutely random things.

You know what's really amazing? Those caps that say "push down and turn to open". They're incredible. I stil can't figure out the design that makes it so then you HAVE to push to open it. I looked on the lid, and I looked on the bottle.. the swirl pattern looks like any other bottle where you would turn clockwise to close and counterclockwise to open.

Alias is starting in about 30 minutes.

At least that's a woman I can count on.

Subtle:
So slight as to be difficult to detect or describe; elusive: a subtle smile.
Difficult to understand; abstruse: an argument whose subtle point was lost on her opponent.
Able to make fine distinctions: a subtle mind.

Characterized by skill or ingenuity; clever.
Crafty or sly; devious.
Operating in a hidden, usually injurious way; insidious: a subtle poison.

This word has always been elusive to my being. I way of thought has always been extreme. Drive slow or drive fast. Go for it, or don't do it at all. Option A or Option B.

Subtlety would mean finding a delicate balance between those extremes that would fascilitate in accomplishing a goal which could go either way. The subtle decisions would gently sway things one way or another. They would coax, nudge, or guide the decision, not force, push or demand.

I am subtle in other things. Subtle sarcasm, subtle humor, subtle teasing... But subtle opinions? subtle compliments? I don't know if that's possible for me.

There are just some things that must be learned, or else things may not go well at all.

I am a Taurus. This is what astrology.com has to say about me:

You & Your Taurus

Do ...
... cook your Taurus their favorite meal -- complete with candlelight and romantic music.

... take the time to make it special -- they will appreciate the good food, gorgeous setting and great company.

... be ready to share quality time with your Taurus, cuddling will always be a favorite.

... expect support in return -- this Sign will always be there for you when you need them, with open arms and an open heart.

... be supportive of their career choices and the day-to-day work that they do.

... expect them to be generous -- they will strive to provide the two of you with the fruits of labor. Taurus loves the finer things in life, and they believe that a partner should share in them.

... take every opportunity to give subtle but sincere compliments. Your Taurus will accept and appreciate the confidence boost.

... be patient, loving and always encouraging as your Taurus builds up steam. They will eventually show you how completely fulfilling a relationship can be.

Don't ...
... ever break a date or not be at home at the hour your Taurus is supposed to call.

... be unpredictable -- this Sign will take your action to heart. Taurus is dependable, and expect a partner to be equally so.

... rush, pull or push a Taurus into making a decision -- you'll wear yourself out and irritate them in the process.

... be impatient -- Taurus will absolutely take their time.

... act stubborn -- once the Taurus mind is made up, don't try to change it. This Sign is known for being utterly implacable once they form a opinion.

... be wishy-washy -- if you aren't sure you want a serious relationship, don't start one with a Taurus.

... question your relationship -- relationships are very important to the Bull, and once they commit, they stay committed.

... overspend and jeopardize financial stability.

... be too controlling of finances -- your Taurus may take total control of the checkbook to ensure that things stay within the budget.


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This is surprisingly true. Some things are not 100% but it's definately in the right direction.

It's friday, which means my first week of work is about to end, and my first weekend is about to begin. Work has been interesting, but I will refrain from publishing it on the blog, since who knows who reads it.

I notice that my readership has declined ever since I haven't been on aim 24/7 with an away message brandishing a link to my blog. So all of my adoring fans (all 7.3 of you), do me a favor and link me! link me!

http://www.virtuallyinfamous.com/blog/

Is that so hard?

Checklist for today:

Try to get car inspected again.
Try to go back to work.
Try to get Kimtastic to go to philly.
Try to finish packing my stuff.
Try to wake up in time for Dim Sum.
Try to go home happy.

Lots of trying. Need more doing and accomplishing.

I think I drank too much nyquil last night. It's 11:30 am, and I'm still drowzy. Too drowzy. And trust me, it's not a good feeling.

Can't use aim at work. Bored silly. Trying to promote Virtually Infamous Magazine.. numb, dumb, being a bum.

I just want to push through this weekend. Everything will be set after this weekend. I can feel it. I just know.

Can't keep me down forever. My wings can never be clipped.

When you were young, what was the happiest moment you remember?

One day, when someone asks me that, how will I answer? I seek back through the memories of days since gone, and I find that I cannot tell, wholeheartedly, about any one particular moment, day, or event which I would consider my happiest moment. This is not to say that I am not a happy guy, but more so, I just can't justify perfect happiness.

Perhaps I am waiting for that day when happiness will come to me. Yea, I think that's it. I think I'm still waiting, searching, seeking, for that day where everything will happen like in the movies. The day I slay the metaphorical dragon, overcome the metaphorical deathtrap, and run away with my princess.

I'm guessing she'll be pretty special.

So I guess when that moment comes, and that person asks me the question above... all i'll have to say is:

My happiest moment, was the day I met you.

Thank god for Ben Affleck who still has not married Jennifer Lopez. He deserves way better then "J.Lo". This guy could get anyone he wanted, why settle for sloppy fourths?

I'm at work right now, sitting here, digesting, after a flurry of information was all just thrown onto me. My brain is going to hurt for the next few days while I get myself situated.

The people I work with are cool. They're funny, down to earth, have the same sense of humor as I do. Nothing to complain about so far.

Except the fact that virtuallyinfamous.com won't load at work. I'm going to have to look into that.

Update: Virtually Infamous Magazine can be searched on google and it will be the first item. Thanks google!

My mom said to me something a while ago that could be considered funny when taken out of context and translated from chinese: I never knew my son liked to smoke butts.

On a more personal note (didn't know it could get more personal then me smoking your butt), I think I get a cold whenever change happens. I started my co-op today, and my throat was killing me, and my head was all stuffed up for the whole day. And of course, it's during allergy season, so I had no way of identifying the symptoms until they kicked my ass.

I wrote a poem today while being bored in orientation, and that's what I'm going to leave you with:

*While you were sleeping, or: otherwise untitled like most of my poems*

Silhouettes dance with images of you
As I lie alone, thinking, sighing, waiting
For the day you come back to me.
When I can hold you in my arms
Like I hold my blanket on cold nights
Drifting toward lonely, empty sleep.

Once again cuddled safely, warmed by your body.
To feel the tickle of your breath upon my neck,
To feel our hearts beating together as one,
Remembering nights I'd stay awake and watching,
Making the moment last as long as possible
Caressing your hair as you shuffle, clutching to my arm.

Daylight breaks between half closed curtains,
Nudging my eyes gently to wake.
I smile at the night we had spent together.
Turning to hold you in my arms once more,
Grabbing onto empty space, empty like so many nights,
To the blanket that you once replaced.

*******

On those lonely nights, I smoke alot of butt.

Interesting thought:

If someone were to say "I am a liar", it would be self defeating, because you would be required to trust them enough to believe them, in which case, they wouldn't be a liar. And if a person who tells the truth says that he is a liar, then he's really lying in which case he isn't really telling the truth.

If someone were to say "I always tell the truth" it would be really hard to discern if he was a liar or a truthful person. The liar would of course lie and says he tells the truth, and the truthsayer would just be stating fact.

So, therefore, you could never ask a person if they are a liar or not. You could never get a straight answer from the liar, and based on that, you could never figure out who isn't a liar.

My car was disabled for a day on wednesday. It was a very very bad. We projected the engine work to be about 4 hours. It ended up taking around 8 hours. Even then, the car wasn't one hundred percent in working order. It would start, but then immediately rev to 4000 rpms. I gave up and met jeff at the casinos. Happy Birthday Jeff.

Thursday, finished repairs on the car. Drove to philly with Kimtastic after being the first person to say Happy Birthday to Annie on her 20th birthday. Stayed there till about 9 am of friday morning and then drove back. Proceeded to pass out.

I don't remember doing anything friday except watching Underworld, which was pretty good. I recommend it if you like vampires and werewolves.

That's about it.

Paul went to korea. I hope he doesn't get nuked or some shit while he's there. Hopefully he'll survive long enough so I can visit him. Then hopefully *I* won't get nuked while i'm there.

I guess that's a good way to go though. Death by nuclear explosion.

All my friends back home are mechanics. Ren and Alex are both going to mechanic's school. Anthony works at his uncle's shop and knows the ins and outs of everything. Me? I'm just this second hand straggler that picked up shit as I tried to learn how to do things on my own car. I mean, I feel comfortable around them and I know exactly what they are talking about, but shoot, when they go on about the names and specs of tools, i can't keep up.

I learn alot though from them.

They really made me want to work on my car though.

No. Getting a motorcycle.. Getting a motorcycle.

Story about the horror of ghetto inner city life:

Went to wawa like i always do. Except this time, went to a new wawa in center city. Ordered a roast beef sub like I always do. I don't know how many of you are familiar with wawas, but they have a deli section. In the last year, they installed these touch screen computers where you can just pick what sub you want and what you want to put on it. It prints out a little receipt, and it prints your order onto a screen. The deli person just reads it and makes your sandwich to specifications.

So i hit up my sub, take the receipt, and walk toward the drinks section like I always do. Before i reach the drinks, i hear 'no roast beef' from behind me, so I turn around and look back, since i realized the person could be talkin to me.

The deli ghetto ass black girl with fake ass dyed red hair suddenly snaps an attitude with me like i just bitch slapped her sister or something. "There's no roast beef, order sumfin else."

And i'm like alright, and she says something else under her breathe.

So then i'm like, "woh, woh, there's no reason to give me an attitude"

And she replies "you walked away from me when I was talkin to you"

me: "Hey, i didn't know you were talking to me, and I came back, so i don't know why you're being like this. Just calm down" (note, though it sounds like i'm saying it politely, you must realize that my tone was more like you BETTER calm down.)

So then she just turns around and walks away.

So i'm half pissed at what just happened, and I go to order something else. Then it finally all processes and i'm like, fuck it, I don't have to deal with this shit. I throw the old receipt in the air and I just walk out.

Now, to put it into contrast with my usual wawa down on 36th street. I walk in, order my roast beef sub, grab my receipt, walk away to the drink fridges (LIKE I ALWAYS DO)... the lady behind the deli says "excuse me, there's no more classic rolls for your order. Would it be ok if i just made a junior and a shorty? It would be the same thing"

Now, don't get me wrong. I don't stereotype people just because they're black and have fake ass red hair.

Strangely enough, the nice girl working at my local wawa also is black with dyed red hair.

So you definately can't judge a book by the cover. This problem goes way deeper. I dunno what it is. I can't really say. All I know is that it's depressing to know that people like that are allowed to work. Why do people in america go into their jobs and hate it? And why, if they hate it, are they allowed to take it out on the customers?

In taiwan, korea, and japan, fuckin gas station attendants have to bow as the customer pulls away. They would get fired on the spot for disrespecting the customer in any way. In restaurants, stores, and anywhere where someone has to service you, they speak in polite and courtious tones. They don't argue with you, and they always do their job.

Do they bitch? sure they do. My cousin complains to me all the time about how much his job sucks. But do they ever show that in public? No. Do they need to? NO. Why not? Because every customer is also an employee in some way. They know what their servers go through, and they respect them.

In taiwan, you aren't even suppose to tip at a restaurant. My mom tried tipping a waiter once. As we left, he ran over to us, flagged my mom down, and told her she forgot some money on the table.

At the pool hall, they pour you tea and wipe down the tables as you set up to play. If you try tipping them (like I did) they ask what you want them to buy for you.

Even at the mcdonalds, there's no obnoxious snappy people who act like you owe them something. They actually act like the people from the fucking commercials.

Can you believe that? Isn't it amazing that these people would respect their customers for NOTHING? No tips, NOTHING.

These people don't expect anything but to do their jobs and to do it well. Because they like their paychecks, which by the way, they only get once a month. Fuck this every week or every two weeks bullshit. If they can do it in three different countries (possibly more) and not have a problem, then american employees shouldn't bitch about their weekly check being a day late.

Wow, i really went off on a tangent. But i'm disappointed in this country's actions and mentality. In taiwan, I wanted to tip every person who ever helped me. They treated me with so much respect that I wanted to show my appreciation back. I wish I could feel that way going into an american store.

I can't though, because the best service i've ever gotten in america probably still ranks below the worse place i've ever been to in Taiwan.

Alright, that's not true... that's pretty pessimistic of me to say that. There are some decent people out here in america who are dedicated to their work and do a superior job above and beyond their normal duty.

On average though, the american workforce can suck my dick.

It's fun receiving wake up calls. Note: Don't try giving me a wake up call unless you're A) a close friend B) a cute girl or C) my mom.

Watched football all day. Eagles are not doin good this year. No sir. Glad i'm not cheering them on. They disappointed me last year. I take it as they gave up on their fans. So i'm giving up on them. I'll jump on the bandwagon later if they get gooder.

Uh, issue 2 is doin alright. Not really sure. I think the whole idea dabbling in a little here and there on different topics confuses alot of people. I guess there has to be some sort of central theme to draw in the crowds, then, they can splinter off and slowly see other parts things on the website they might find interesting. Must also think of a new layout that will let people see the most in the least amount of time. You know, items per glance. I think i'll coin that phrase. Good ol' IPG's.

Every person who comes onto the main page should at least see 3 or 4 IPGs. In this online world of short attention spans, that four items they see could mean the difference between having them surf the webpage, or them clicking the dreaded X on the corner of the window.

Too much brainstorming, not enough production. Anyway, if any of you, my adoring fans, are interested in participating in Virtually Infamous Magazine, please be sure to contact me.

Thanks you, and good day.

My room is finally organized. It's amazing what a bookshelf can do (as long as you buy one and assemble it). I can actually see my floor again.

It's still raining, which is kind of depressing. Starting to come to the realization that moving back home to work is going to mean a really boring six months. I'll manage. I always do. That's the fun part about moving around so much. It's the fun of re-establishing yourself.

I claim this land for Myst-topia.

May you all love me forever.

This post is titled: My day getting a work physical (or: The trials and tribulations of peeing in a cup)

I entered the building, filled with nervousness at the thought of what taking a drug test meant. Of course, as a sober-bodied individual, I had no fear of failing any drug test. It was the thought of having to pee in a cup.

I always believed that peeing in a cup as a guy would be easier then doing it as a girl. But all the girls I talked to had no troubles with it at all. I figured since that was true, then I should have no problems.

So as I lined up and took aim, I found myself passing the halfway point the nurse told me to shoot for (no pun intended). So here I am with a cup in my hand and a watergun with the trigger locked in the on position. How now, do I switch from the cup to the toilet below without splashing all over myself? If i didn't learn to work my weapon fast, the cup would be overflowing and on my hands anyways.

To spare you any more details (as if that wasn't already enough), I accomplished the task without looking like a fool.

After a slew of questions involving all the shots and vaccinations i've ever received in my entire life, they shuttled me off to another floor to sit and wait. I wasn't exactly clear on what I was waiting for, until they pulled me in, sat me down, and dropped a bunch of needles, vials, and a tourniquet next to my arm. I wanted to cry. I wanted to crap my pants. I don't exactly fear getting blood drawn for me, but it's not exactly my favorite thing to do.

So the tourniquet goes over the arm, and the nurse starts searching for a vein to vampire blood out of. She finds one, and in goes the needed. No blood comes out. So she starts pulling the needle in and out, in and out, switching different directions trying to find the vein. I bite my tongue off in agony.

Instead of just collecting blood from my bleeding tongue, she ties the tourniquet around the other arm and tries to find a vein. She escavates one without a problem, to my greatest relief, and slowly, slowly fills three vials with blood.

I want to pass out but I can't, cuz this little 5 year old went through the same thing and he didn't.

Couldn't let him show me up.

Issue 2 is up, so that's all the writing you'll get from me this week.

Since i've been informed that alot of you just bookmark the blog, in an effort to get more of you to read everyone's hard work and dedication, please click here.

Please enjoy, and write me letters at letters@virtuallyinfamous.com

Tell me, what is the point of buying an SUV, a sports utility vehicle, if I can't even carry my full size bed in it's supposedly 'roomy' cargo space? And why would you make the interior bigger then rear hatch doorway? If something can't fit through the doorway, does it really matter how big the interior is?

Toyota right now, has possibly one of the best reputations for their vehicles, but from what I experienced today trying to force a boxstring inside the back, it's not serving it's original intent. We have a 4runner, and it's just not cuttin it.

Now, if we were going to stack a large amount of small boxes into the SUV, then sure, it would have worked perfectly, but I CAN DO THE SAME THING IN MY MITSUBISHI ECLIPSE. Of course, the 4 runner could possibly whole twice the amount of boxes, it's pretty amazing that a car that's probably not even half the size of an SUV can carry half it's load.

In this paragraph, i would bitch about how SUV's are worthless gas guzzling pieces of crap, but amazingly, the 4runner is somewhat efficient with gas mileage. It runs about an average of 25 miles a gallon. I average about 27 mpg with my lead foot in the 'clipse.

So eight hours later, and two trips to philly, my uncle finally suggested we just strap the sucker to the roof of the car. And since the 4runner and hooks and a packing rail up top, i figured i'd give it a shot. Worked decently enough.

Now I don't have a reason to say trucks are worthless. They definately have a purpose now.

Rednecks everywhere rejoice.

I've decided that there will be no weekend update because this entire week is going to be a "weekend" for me.

Alright, issue 2 is not out yet, but I swear it's not my fault. People were busy with finals and going back to college, and all that other crap. Wait, why am I justifying other people's actions? They should learn for themselves.

See, when you run a free magazine, you can't pressure people the same way a real magazine company would. I can't fire anyone, I can't cut their pay. I just have to ask really nice and hope for the best. This power needs to change hands. By next year, i'm sure it will.

Wait til the day it's a privilege to be a part of virtually infamous magazine.

Blogger isn't cooperating with my writing epiphanies. I wanted to write a storm last night, but blogger was down. Why blogger? Can you tell me why? I know this is a free service and all, but if you ever switched to being a pay service, these downtimes would make me skeptical when considering to be a customer.

Now I forgot what I wanted to write about. Doesn't matter anymore.

I noticed that whenever I refer to my ethnicity, it varies based on the impact it would make. I'm chinese when it's bad, and taiwanese when it's good.

"Yo, fucker, can't you read the sign??"
"No, i'm chinese! Sorry!"

"Damn yo, you solved the puzzle fast."
"I know, taiwanese represent!"

I think i talked myself into a corner.

I blame it on my chinese blood.

Did alot of nothing today. Finished up my article for the magazine. Stay tuned for that.

Tomorrow (today), last final. Then i'll be free. FREE.

Short blog today. Dismissed.

Oh, and happy 13,000 hits to me.

Woh. WOH.

I haven't written in a week. That's possibly the longest time I have not written. EVER. Ok, not ever, i'm sure i've gone longer. I'm sure there was a time back in the day where I was just like, fuck this blog, nobody reads it anyway. Not anymore though, now I have tons and tons of adoring fans (all 9.8 of you).

So, how to summarize a week of stuff? Hmm.

¿MyStiFieD? Week in Review:

Last Thursday: As you can read on my last post, I spent a ton of time in the lab cutting our final project for Film class. Well, the next day, Jeff went to finish it up and bring it all to tape. The computer crashes, the harddrive dies, and Allen gets suicidal thoughts as he thinks he just lost 15+ hours of work in the lab with only 4 hours left til class starts. Professor Valencia saves the day as she convinced us to go back to the lab to see if we could salvage the work.. turns out the harddrive wasn't bad... DREXEL JUST SUCKS. We ended up saving it, and watched everyone's final film projects. I have to say that ours was the best. I'm not being biased either. We had the most cuts, the best angles, and all the fundamental shots covered. The other close finish that may be voted as the best in the class... well, she had good actors and film friends who know what to do. Unfair advantage.

Grade for the day: Started as an F, but finished as a B+

Last Friday: Went home to jersey, hung out with various friends. Don't really remember what I did. Don't really remember any highlights. I think I went to the Department of Motor Vehicles and got my permit papers so I could test for my motorcycle license. Think my mom made me wash her car and hand wax it.. then I watched a movie.

Grade for the day: C.

Saturday: Today was my day to kill before driving down to maryland for my godsister's wedding (see sunday below). I just hung out with Paul, then met up with Mina and Hanna, then met up with Tony and Terry, then left all of them and went to hang out with Ren.. watched Biker Boys, wanted a bike even more then I already do, and then met up with Kim and she kept me company until I had to go and get my mom from work at 4 am. Drove straight to Maryland.

Grade for the day: B+

Sunday: Was still on the road to Maryland. Got there, couldn't sleep, had to get ready for the wedding. Grabbed a quick hour nap.. put on my suit, and proceeded to see the most beautiful women in the world. Of course, they were all my godsister's bridesmaids, so that means they were all older then me. I had mixed emotions. So happy and so depressed at the same time. I did get to see my godsisters' though, and they both treated me well. It was like the old days when we all hung out and they beat me up. Met up with Brian and Matt afterwards. Matt should be a comedian. But instead, he'll be a writer for Virtually Infamous Magazine.

Grade for the day: A-

Getting bored of reading yet? What? It's been a week. Let me freakin catch up! And plus, this is all text on a webpage. Go take a break or something and come back.

Monday: After-wedding immediate family dinner. Ate at a fancy-pancy chinese resaurant. Reminisced on old times. Got to see my godsister Karen's new marriage house. It's so freakin nice. Looked through all her pictures, ogled at all her cute friends. Just felt nice being with the family again. They're my family and I love them. Went to Dave & Busters and played games. Brian and Matt met me there. Matt's funny playing video games.

Grade for the day: A.

Tuesday: Drove back to Philly, took a final, drove to jersey, went to sleep.

Grade for the day: C

Today: Uh... err... Took the written test for my motorcycle permit and passed. See you on two wheels.

Grade for the day: B.

Phew, that was long and retarded. Who'll read it? Maybe I'll test you all tomorrow. I'll end this blog with some pics from the wedding. Not that I took many pics since my camera broke. Spent the last few days trying to figure out how to salvage the pics that I did take off the memory card. Thanks Skippy for having a Kodak camera similar to mine which uses the same memory card configuration.


Godmother, Godsister Karen, and Godfather.


Karen with bridesmaids.


Karen with bridesmaids and groomsmen.


Karen with some other friends.