I haven’t updated in so long. What have I been up to, you ask? I’ll upload some pictures and let you create the caption.
The Aston Martin DBS. One of my dream cars. Why, you ask? I’m simply just a big James Bond fan. I didn’t really fall in love with the DBS until I was taken to an underground garage where the Rolls Royce and Aston Martin dealership kept their inventory. The Rolls Royces were stunningly beautiful, but I don’t see myself riding in one unless I am in the back seat. The Aston Martin, though, was calling for me. My favorite Aston Martin in the garage was the pearl white DBS, as shown in the video. It stuck out among a long row of dark colored ones. It was love at first sight.
i went to the doctors today
myoo:
And I told him it hurt when I poked here
Here
Here
And here
Turns out i’d broken my finger
lol this is hilarious idk why.
funnnnyyyyy
Road trips with pops
I enjoy car rides with my dad. We don’t really talk much at home, so road trips with nothing but each other’s companionship forces us to converse and connect in ways I can’t even describe in words.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, he taught me multiplication when we were driving alone. And I’m not talking about memorizing the times table. He actually taught me why 9x9=81 and how it all worked. He would test my knowledge by throwing random problems at me and made me want to get home that much faster. I never really cared for it at the time but it proved itself useful in the 2nd grade where I looked like I was years beyond my fellow classmates. The other kids had to use M&M’s to figure out their multiplication problems, but the teacher was astounded to see that I was already done with the assignment when others were still struggling on their first problem. Thanks, dad.
Car rides with dad are also the reason why I like Elvis Presley and Paul Simon today. At the time, the songs didn’t come off to me as catchy and I honestly only listened because my dad had control of what was being played in our car. Today, I have a lot of those songs on my iPod. The songs just stuck with me through childhood. Amazing how that works out.
On his Elvis Presley CD, there’s a specific song named “In the Ghetto” that really sticks out. My dad would make me listen to the song as he drove and explained to me in intricate detail what the song was about. I remember that moment vividly.
Recently, my dad and I took a road trip together to Los Angeles to take care of some business. We took turns driving but I voluntarily did most of the driving because I wanted my old man to rest. This time, we didn’t have to listen to Paul Simon or Elvis Presley because I was driving, I had my iPod connected, and I wasn’t going to let my dad change the song. But I listened to it anyway. I left the iPod on shuffle and every time a Paul Simon or Elvis song came on, I’d look over to see if there was any expression on his face. The reason I did that was because he thinks that I only listen to rap music (which he absolutely hates). I wanted to show him that those seemingly meaningless car rides made a huge indention to the kind of person I am today. Whilst driving, “In the Ghetto” started playing. My dad woke up about 30 seconds into the song, but there wasn’t any special expression on his face. He probably doesn’t remember introducing that song to me and explaining it to me during that one summer in Chicago, but I’ll remember it for the rest of my life. Thanks, dad.
From the album ‘My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy’ by Kanye West. This is my favorite song on the CD. Blame Game.
welcome
to my blog. My name is Simon Cho. You might know me as the Olympic short track speed skater, but I am here to show you the humanistic side of me. Twitter is wonderful, but I’ve found that it’s difficult to show people who I really am in 140 characters or less. I will upload random thoughts, detailed updates on my life, things I desire, things that make me make happy, art, poetry, music, videos, etc. I want to show you what is beautiful in the world from the angle that I see it..
