I'm a part time stripper

Whats up, errbody! ya boi "mouh sihgaan" (not have time, literally hear those words 100 times everyday) I got to go inhale some korean buffet stuff and wonder around a place called mong kok. So lets get to it!

FHE, we had FHE yesterday and it was so much fun, there was 24 people in this apartment no bigger then mine and it was so loud and crazy. So many asian people just having a good time, and I can really feel more and more comfortable with the members. its honestly so good. I had the spiritual thought so I shared a verse that was pulling to me, Jacob 4:7. Weaknesses being strengths and all that jazz. For the first time since being out here I felt like I was being myself through the language. I was making jokes, I was sharing experiences, there was spirit and laughter and it felt amazing. I have been so focused on trying to say whats correct that I have no spirit. All I need to worry about is being as worthy, meek, willing, and ready as I can be. Jesus, the all time homie, will do the rest. K? K. We also played a game were the missionaries had to act out a story from the BofM and everyone had to guess what the story was. I only did one but it was Alma the younger and the Sons of Mosiah seeing an Angel and going into a coma. Ya lil missionary man was Alma (of course) and so we start and I start thinking "oh crap, how can I show someone thats being bad without saying anywords?" So I start undressing. hahaha jk, I started by untucking my shirt and everyone freaked was so funny. then I took my name tag off threw it on the table undid my belt and was just chillin. then the angel came and I got knocked out. was so good. They gave me so much crap for that.

Was on more splits this week. The splits never stop man. Always happening. But honestly they are fun. We have a lot of time to do finding it is great. I love just talking to random people on the side of the road. I try my best to be as white as I can be. always makes them laugh. Unless they are 70 and crusty. OH and I am a killer with the Tech Deck rn. If I ever see like a Tech Deck half pipe or some rails, you best believe my desk is gonna turn into a mini skate park. SO LEGIT. Aight my peeps, gots to go, no pics I am so sorry, trynna figure this one out. Ok bye bye luv you all! 

I am slow than fast again

OK so with the title this has been like the coolest thing for me this week. Aside from like spiritual stuff and like really good learning experiences. I was not wanting to run and really kind of bad times to go running and so my times kept getting longer and longer and I was getting frustrated and discouraged. So my 3 mile was like a 20:15-40, terrible right? So freaking mad at myself. Then last night I had this dream, not the usual ones, but I all I did was race people on this track. I was getting beat and just kept loosing over and over again. Then, I just said to myself, I will win. And like wooooooo I was going so fast it was crazy. I just started passing people and this guy who was in first I saw him like a solid 250 meters ahead of me and I just was like I will pass him. And eventually I did. And then I just started leading the pack and it was the greatest feeling. Then I woke up and was like ok, lets go running. So I get ready to run and I just tell myself I will win. And I go, usually I would be like a crap my legs are tired this guy is passing me, just like keep a good pace don't go too fast, or anything else but today I was like no. go faster. And I did, I wanted to die but I went faster and I didn't look down at my watch. I just counted the laps and told myself to go faster. I finished stopped the stopwatch, and started stretching. I looked down at my watch and it said 18:37.23.... NO WAY, I just cut like 2 minutes just by thinking. Just by literally saying to myself go faster. WHAAAAAAATT yo I am gonna have like a 16 minute Mile by the end of next month, and a 4 minute mile by the end of August. so pumped. 

Anyways, this week I have had a lot of fun. Just really getting close to the missionaries in my apartment and it is a blast. I have really laughed with them for the first time last night. It was fun. Oh and Elder Paul gave me a haircut for free and it looks so good. So gonna go to him to get my cuts from now one. Alright, I love you guys, the church is true, do good things read and pray everyday and go to church ummm I think thats it ok have a good one!

EXCHANGES

So the reason for the title this week is because I was on exchanges from Wednesday to Saturday! Wow, let me tell you guys something.... I needed it. Honestly I was getting really pissed at my trainer, ya boi was ready to swing. But thankfully I was able to keep doing missionary work and just breathe. Other missionaries have a HUGE apartment, or A TON of snacks and all this crazy stuff so I was able to learn how other missionaries live and that was pretty cool. Taught a couple people met some Jingsahnbeng people "mentally ill" so that was pretty cool. We ate some sweet food. And it has been raining a ton, so it was kind of sucky to go finding but we did it anyways. 

I have been making phone calls for like 1-2 hours everyday, and I really learned something from it. I have been so worried about saying the right thing. Hearing what people say correctly. Being Understood. Always having the Spirit. I thought that looked and sounded a certain way, but I was able to realize that I do not need to conform to this weird "perfect" missionary concept that I created in my head. What I can do is be goofy, have fun, be myself through the language. Allow the Principles in the White Handbook to change me into a better person. Allow myself to be changed by the power of repentance. I can change and be more then what I was last year, yesterday, one hour ago. The Gospel of Jesus Christ is perfect y'all. I love you all so much. stay fresh.

*song plays and fades out*

Aint nobody dope as me I'm just so fresh so clean so fresh and so clean, clean

-Elder Young

p.s. Sorry for the no pics. Here is a quick selfie, the cutest Asian baby running through the pews during Stake Conference and a fat guy's butt and some pretty neat stairs that my trainer went running down. I'm not trynna break my neck so I took my sweet time.

Titles ar dumb

Everybody! what is good? I have like 15 minutes, trying to figure out these loopholes to get these sweet photos up in this place, so I apologize for not sending anything to indivuduals. MOM I AM ALIVE. Dad, sorry that you didn't get any new commissions, cant wait till you do. Madison, Have fun with the summer don't stress out over anything just enjoy it. MYLIEEEEEE love you turd, have an awesome summer break. Mo, good luck with coaching you are gonna be the one everyone hates/loves I can feel it. Dec, loving the hair I am gonna try and not cut my hair until a get yelled at by my mission president lol. Everyone else! yall rock.

SO this week has been fun! No new Investigators, we got fonged (which is like getting stood up) 4 times, no biggy. We just trying to help these people. My trainer hates finding so he schedules us around that, which makes me kinda mad, but its all good. He is also a Zone leader so he has other things to worry about so I am not doing anuthing crazy. Still cannot understand a single word anybody says to me. So that is grand. On saturday we had a meeting with the bishop and he brought his son, and so for that entire hour and a half all I did was play with this little man, feel kinda bad, but I wasn't really gonna add any cool input. There was however a lot that the bisjop taught us and that was building relationships first and then worry about baptism. Really insightful man.

One really cool thing that did happen this week. Which was yesterday. Sunday, I love Sunday. The sacrament, so important, the members, the spirit. All of it is just so good. Afterwards we had a lesson set up, and we got fonged of course, and we are all like. Alright! lets go. So we start our next 4 hours of stuff, by checking our records to see if people still live where they say they live. Instead of heading to regular homes we are up in the nice parts. Like really nice cars, no one is walking around. So quiet. I loved it, wonderful veiw of HK. Then it reminded me of Home. Just the quiet streets, with a car everynow and then. It started to suck. I hated where I was, I hated these people, I started just getting super negative. Then as we were walking back on the side of the mountain I saw what looked like a little shack. And I asked my trainer "do you think people live down there?" Sure enough a few minutes later, we are walking down this road with houses leaning against the side of the mountain with bits and peices hanging off the sides, ghetto rigged up the butt, a few powerlines and a lot of dogs. The complete change in environment and atmosphere was astonishing. How can people live 1/2 a mile away from eachother and have completely different living situations. I know I am just a privelegded white kid that has never had to see it. But I really began to feel something. Yeah it still sucked, I still wanted to just karate chop my trainer in the throat and head to the airport, but there was something out there that urged me to share this precious gift of eternal life with these people. I still don't know exactly why I am out here, and I probably have a long time to figure it out, but there is something astounding and confusing that comes from being called by a prophet. OK my trainer is eyeballing me got to go! BYYYEEEEEE

-Elder Young

WOW

OK PEEPS LISTEN UP, I apologize for not emailing these last couple of weeks, but we flew in that first Monday so nothing really could have happened, and last week we went to Macau which is another country gambled a little bit, and wasted a ton of time. So again, sorry. Aight, first things first and Hong Kong is literally just concrete. Concrete everywhere. And freaking HUGE BUILDINGS that are just apartments. And people live like this their entire lives! No lawns, no private estates, no nice suburbs, not even like hotels or something. Just stacks and stacks of these complex's. Literally insane. Next, this freaking language. I CANNOT UNDERSTAND ANYTHING. Holy cow, I am so lost all of the time. I swear these people break the sound barrier every time they speak. So frikkin fast. It is so much fun though to struggle through a conversation with someone. They are so willing to help you with words and tones. Everyone here knows English and so at first I was scared they were just gonna use English with me, but they have so much pride I am grateful that they just speak. So I gave a talk yesterday, pretty sure no one understood me. That's ok. But I talked about becoming a true missionary and what I wanted to do to help these people. I shared about some of the best missionaries ever and that was the Sons of Mosiah and all that good spirit stuff. 

STREET CONTACTING. Freak guys, these people are so rude it's insane. I hate them all, but I really just want to share the truth and my testimony of Christ with them. All day when we go finding, it's just "Hello! How are you?" and we get laughed at, a hand raise, simply ignored, "Mouh Sihgaan" (no time), and a ton of other stuff. Then there is that one person who is willing to speak with you. So friendly. Most of the time they just don't want to say no, but there are a few that are actually curious and it's awesome to be able to give them the chance to feel the Spirit on the side of the road, or on the bus, or MTR (public subway/Trax thingy). Sharing this gospel is so hard but so much fun. Should have done this mission thing sooner.

LAST THING. FHE, boy oh boy was FHE fun. Nice spiritual thought, tons of people. Lots of laughter and a great game. I loved it. I barely understood anything, and that made it so much more fun. Their laughter is contagious and you can just feel the love they have for one another and how much they all appreciate the gospel. Then we wrap up the games, and they just pile out all of this food. THEY DON'T STOP. It just kept coming and coming. They sat me down and filled up my bowl, and I cleaned it. Then they filled it up again, and then I cleaned it again. This happened for so long that I cleaned up most of the food, and had them take away pots, and I say POTS, of food. They were so nice, and my stomach hurt so good. It still kind of does but man I can't wait to eat like that again.

OK FOR REAL LAST THING. I am starting to love this place, and the people. I know that I wouldn't be able to on my own. The message that I have the privilege to share is what is allowing me to do so. The name that I wear on my chest every day helps me bear my insignificant burdens to feel the love that he has for others. There are flaws in all things, but there are none in Jesus Christ, and his Gospel. A-FREAKING-MEN 

also the ads here are super funny I'll send pics. 

-Elder Young