high expectations asian parents

College, I get it. You’re important and all that..but can you please stop assigning me buttloads of essays and assignments that won’t help me in my animation career and just let me finish one of my animations for once? (╥﹏╥)

onyxite  asked:

what are your favourite books/ what do you recommend i read?

favourite books

  • Donna Tartt, The Secret History: It’s pretty redundant at this stage to even rec this book on Tumblr as seemingly everyone and their grandmother had read it, however I like to think things are considered as cult classics for a reason. A rich, heavy world filtered through an biased protagonist’s lens; read it to feel like a participant in a bacchanal. 

  • Daniel Handler, The Basic Eight: More teenagers with far too much time on their hands. The ‘small town setting in suburbia LA’ is written in a way that unsettles you as the book goes on, as well as the narrator’s progressive mental disintegration. (+ bonus points: by Lemony Snicket!)
  • Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita: Read it for the prose, even if nothing else. Be prepared to have your heart torn out. (also: Pale Fire afterwards)
  • Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths: Possibly the most oddly fascinating collection of short stories you will ever have the pleasure of reading.  
    (favourites: Three Versions of Judas & The Garden of Forking Paths)
  • Marguerite Yourcenar, The Memoirs of Hadrian: A work of genius, the entirety quote worthy for its statements on politics and humanity; three hundred pages close to my heart. Flaubert’s statement ‘melancholy of the ancient world’ describes it aptly. (read it in its original French if possible)

  • David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas: Robert Frobisher’s chapter (starts crying)

YA recs

  • Phillip Pullman, His Dark Materials: quantum particles, parallel worlds, witches, catholic church; the good vs the good vs the good when they’re actually all not.

  • Diana Wynn Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle & subsequent books: terrifyingly witty cast of characters, strong and unexpected heroines; superb prose.

  • Alex Scarrow, Time Riders Series: Exactly what the title suggests, nothing more nothing less, but served in a satisfying way.

  • Stephanie Oaks, The Sacred Lies of Minnow Bly: cults, prophets, southern gothic towns and a interracial relationship! satisfyingly sinister.
  • J.C. Carleson, Placebo Junkies: Literally Inception on drugs, no kidding.
  • Megan Abbot, Dare Me: I tagged it “teenage girls”, “ethically questionable” and “brilliant writing broke my heart” on Goodreads, which probably is the best coherent summary I would ever be able to give.
  • Rachel Allen, The Revenge Playbook: 4 girls that stand up against misogyny- against their school’s football team, no less. lots of sweet sisterly bonding and truly fun.
  • V.E. Schwab, A Darker Shade of Magic: glorious glorious prose, intricate steampunk, multiple parallel Londons; weird, colourful and unexpected.
  • Alice Pung, Laurinda: If you’re an Asian that has parents with very high expectations living in a country as a first or second generation immigrant, this novel will speak to you on a personal level. 

  • Holly Black, The Darkest Part of The Forest: sibling bonding, gay boys, a serial kisser, otherworldly creatures and perfectly sinister world building.

history recs (ancient rome trash alert)

  • Tom Hamilton, Rubicon - The Last Years of the Roman Republic
  • Jared Diamond, Guns, Germs and Steel
  • Karl Galinsky, The Cambridge Companion to the Age of Augustus
  • Amanda Claridge, Rome - An Oxford Archaeological Guide
  • Martin Goodman, Rome & Jerusalem - The Clash of Ancient Civilizations
  • Anthony Everitt, Hadrian and the Triumph of Rome
  • Caroline Alexander, The War that Killed Achilles 
  • Thorsten Opper, Hadrian: Empire and Conflict
  • Noah Charney, The Art of Forgery

Okay, so I posted a bunch of pictures for Asian Invasion (and I will probably post a bunch more [HAVE SOME BABY ME PICS LOL], but anyway) so I thought I’d share some stories now.

I’m Filipina, born and raised. When I was 14, and my brother was 7, my family moved to New York. Even though I spoke 3 Filipino dialects as well as English by the time I was 3, my mother still worried that there would be some sort of language barrier between me and my soon to be classmates; so the summer before I first started school in the U.S., my mother made me read the dictionary. I am not kidding. It was a huge ass dictionary. I’m surprised it wasn’t called an Encyclopedia. I asked her to stop worrying and that my English was stellar, but she didn’t want me to fall behind (Asian parents expectations, you know. Aim high, no C’s allowed). When I got to school, I was very much my quiet and shy self, but I excelled. I’m good at school, and hell freakin’ yeah I’m good at math! I even accidentally joined the math team in my junior year when my guidance councillor pointed to a math class code and said that the class teaches you good problem solving skills.

Anyway, within the first month of my schooling, people were shocked that I only arrived to the country in the late springtime. A guy I got partnered up in one of my English classes asked where I was from and when I got here and I told him I was from the Philippines and I arrived around April and he looked at me in bewilderment and exclaimed “YOU LEARNED ENGLISH THAT FAST????!!!” I just laughed off his ignorance and said, no I was taught English along with Tagalog, Bisaya (Davao), and Pilipino as I was growing up.

And then there was this girl in my gym class. We were out on the field because we were about to play some soccer and this girl was rubbing her arms and staring at the sun and then at me. After a couple minutes, she announces to her friend that she is so pale and she wants to get tan. She turns to me and asked where I go tanning. A first, I thought this was some sort of joke because why would she ask me? So I stared at her for I guess a long time because I saw she was about to repeat the question so I said “This is natural. I’m Filipino” and she said “OH SO YOU GO TANNING IN THE PHILIPPINES! HOW EXOTIC” and I really did not know how to respond to that.

Another semi-fun story was that in Chemistry class, when we were handed back our first quiz, our teacher said she was worried because some people could not differentiate between there, they’re, and their, so she asked us to write a sentence using each of those words (basically 3 sentences). I was pleasantly surprised to find that mostly the foreigners like me knew how to use the words correctly versus the people who were born and raised here. 

This brings me to a couple of points: 

  1. They need better education systems here in the U.S. because apparently immigrants speak better English than you 
  2. People think that just because you’re foreign and new that you don’t know how to speak English or how things work 
  3. Some people just don’t get that I don’t go tanning because I am literally brown 24/7/365, and 

“When I tell people Ratatouille is my Favorite Pixar Movie, they always seem confused. As an Asian-American with Traditional parents, I always face high expectations of going into science, becoming a doctor, or a lawyer. My dream? I want to become an artist; I want to animate for Disney or Pixar. This dream of mine gets pushed down constantly and Remy, Anton Ego, and Chef Gusteau always remind me of my dream. I relate oddly enough to Remy, and he inspires me to never give up on my dream.”