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[Jul. 19th, 2007|10:29 pm] |
I was born with a twin sister named Christine Lara Cho who syphoned off all the essential nutrients and space I needed in order to become a football player. Ergo, I am living my entire life wishing to be the 7 feet tall God intended for me.
Flash forward to 8 years. I finally win an art contest against my sister. The contest was based upon creativity sponsored by Korean Air. She drew something fairly pretty. I drew something bordering on crazy. I won.
I gave up art to rollerblade professionally. My parents disagreed and I was relegated to SAT's, music and studies. I'd give up my national merit scholarship for an ESPN X Games Gold any day. That gets the girls. Scholarships don't.
Well, I ended up at Emory University and ended up in the "work" path in life. The White House, Rock the Vote, TBWA Chiat Day, MECA, and Geffen Records.
Flash forward to today.
I just confirmed that I am color deficient with a couple tests done by my sister. damn her. I guess i can't see brown or pink or whatever color it was that made me fail the test. Turns out I won the art contest when I was 8 because I colored everything wrong and they inadvertently interpreted as thinking outside the box and pushing the creative envelope. I was just coloring the best I could.
Some are born great. And some are thrust into greatness. I am thrusted into greatness and I shine, probably a metallic orange or green, because I am color deficient. |
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| Comments: |
Shouldn't be an issue unless you had plans to join the Air Force, or maybe become a fashion designer ;) | |
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