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Creative Writing: Not a Real Major Asian Parents?

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yup, she told me this
yup, she told me this, the beating of the Asian housewife never ends

Its been awhile since I’ve post a Koko and Airec conversation, so here is one after Koko saw a nice Tickld description of college majors.

STAY TUNE FOR MORE ASIAN AMERICAN COMMENTARIES AFTER!!!

****** Note: This conversation was ripped from my Facebook so the links will open on the same page. Click up there ^^^ if you want to see the Tickld link open on another page. Links after this conversation will open on another page. Happy Juno? ******

 

Koleana Kai McGuire posted toAirec Syprasert

“Because job security is for pussies”

http://m.tickld.com/x/37-slogans-for-college-majors-if-they-were-actually-honest

Airec Syprasert not gonna lie, when i first saw this post i was pretty drunk and didnt read it, but now im glad i did. funny cuz your major isnt on there!

Koleana Kai McGuire Haha it is pretty funny. maybe my major isn’t popular enough to be included?

Airec Syprasert or maybe your major is too bro?

Koleana Kai McGuire Lol too bro? Its possible

Airec Syprasert kin, a major that focus on muscles and pulling bitches? yea, thats pretty bro, bro. haha

Koleana Kai McGuire Hahaha well when you put it that way…its pretty bro

Airec Syprasert says the broett. lol.

Airec Syprasert http://www.buzzfeed.com/…/77-facts-that-sound-like-huge…

77 Facts That Sound Like Huge Lies But Are Actually Completely True

www.buzzfeed.com

Get ready to have your mind blown into a different time zone.

Airec Syprasert check out number 25

Koleana Kai McGuire Hahaha that’s awesome

Airec Syprasert you can go ahead and plan your move now

 

Creative Writing: Because Job Security is for Pussies

Yea, I guess it’s true that I have not been able to find a job after college. And yes, there is no job security for creative writing majors.

If anyone believed in this fact to the t, it’s my parents. Oh boy, the look on their faces when I told them that I wanted to be an English, or Engurish: it’s my crappy understanding of the English language, major was priceless . . . Oh wait, I didn’t have the balls to tell them face to face; I took the cowards way out (like how most bros in high school took the I’ll-just-break-up-with-you-over-Myspace route) and did it over the phone . . . after being in college for 3 years. I seriously could sense their disappointed chakra over my shitty flip-phone. (And I probably still have a flip-phone because I was an Engurish major.)

But seriously though, how do you tell your ASIAN parents that you wanna become a “writer” instead of a doctor, or lawyer, or pediatrician, or whatever practical real (real in a sense that my parents value as a “real” major) major. Being the first son of an immigrant Asian family to go to a 4 year university and failing at their first step (choosing the right major) is not an easy task to preform. Hell, till this day my parents are still trying to get me to do something else in life other than writing . . . AND I’VE ALREADY GRADUATED!

Seriously though, that tiger mom (a relentless mean Asian mom who’s always trying to get you to study and whose once cock blocked the shit out of you with the girl of your dreams before by pulling a Moses when he smashed the golden ox . . . this is actually a true story) is effin’ relentless when it comes to changing your education. Check out this tiger mom meme blog.

This video cracks me up every-time #cockblockingasianparents

And anyone who has or have an Asian immigrant father knows not to mess with him . . . or else you see that fly swatter that he bought from Chinatown earlier used on you. #weasiansknowallaboutthatflyswatter

I mean I guess I could have had chosen a real Asian-esk major and bite the bullet to become a fucking scientist or a nurse (but that wouldn’t really work since I’m not Filipino) but I didn’t want to. I have my American dream, I choose my path and rebelled against my Asian ways. Truth be told, I think I was only one of the few, and I really do mean few, Asian kids in the creative writing program at SFSU. I had to make the Yellow Brothas proud and represent our people in the creative writing department.

In this article, its states that Asian Americans who are pressured by their parents are more susceptible to depression and suicide . . . I don’t want any of that. I don’t wanna be another Asian American who grows up hating their career choice because it’s one made by their parents. Shit, do you know how many (Other)-Americans hate their life now because they hate their fuggen job. It’s a never ending cycle of regret. I’ll rather be a teacher than become a nurse and hate my life. Well, I mean at least this way I can enrich the young minds of our future . . . while meeting single moms along the way. I maybe Asian and a hipster, but I’m still kinda of a bro and I do have bro dreams.

Also me a doctor? I don’t know how that’s gonna work. As some of my friends who knows me, how can anyone see this man taking care of or being in charge of someone else’s life. This man who once tried beer-bonging two beers with two 151 shots in it (successfully and regretfully), this man who has raged 5 sleepless nights in Vegas for EDC . . . THREE TIMES, this man who still live in a frat house and is broke as shit (still I think this is because this is because of my choice to become an Engurish major); I just don’t think that’s a good idea for anyone.

Shit, before I joined my fraternity, bless Pi Kappa Phi, I told my parents that I was joining a teaching club for people who were interested in teaching. I did learn how to be a rightful Christian man, but there are somethings that I learned and did that I would never want my future wife n’ children to know. And of course, I hope my Asian parents never find out what their first born did. Or else I would be force to live a life in the temple without distractions . . . especially women.

I’m a proud Asian American who have American cultural value and was raised with the ways of the Asian. Yes the ways of the Asian is a secret martial arts form. Its my birth right to decide what I want to do with my life and it’s my choice to defy the Asian American Model-Minority stereotypes. Hell, if they wanted to force me into doing what they wanted me to do then they should have had me in Asian, or at least Chinatown. This way no sense of Western ideals of freedom would have crept into my soul.

Being an English Creative Writing graduate may not have been the best choice for making cash, nor may it have been the best choice for gaining a higher bragging right for my parents to brag about within their gossiping Asian American community back at home, but it’s my choice as an American born citizen. I may not have job security, but my god, am I going to have fun drinking my way till I do make it as a writer.

 

-I hope you have a good one, Sype

-PS, mom and dad, if you end up reading this, I gotta say #sorryasianparents.

-PSS, but still respect your parents, because if it wasn’t for them you would probably be born in Asia somewhere making jeans for Wal-Mart instead of being in college where you can drink your asses off and try n’ fug white girls (or boi’s, whatever your into and if you’re a girl).

 

 

 

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My Life as of Now

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Since I’ve graduated college has been surreal. I wish I had more time to write but it’s deff been hard. Thankfully my partner KokoKai has been here to post something in the mean time. Hopefully soon I can write something more indept but for now I will leave yall about how I feel now when I think about post college and post EDC

FINALS WEEK!!!

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It’s the last week of the semester, so you know what that means: IT’S FINALS WEEK!!!!

(:/)

For some reason I, like many other college students, decided that it was a smart idea to save all of our work for the last week of the semester. Well I, like the other college kids who fallowed in this master game plan, may have overestimated my cramming ability.

I think this “33 Stages of Finals Week” article from BuzzFeed (a humor website) speaks for my emotions right now:

http://www.buzzfeed.com/spenceralthouse/the-33-stages-of-finals-week-a078

Numbers 1-4 really hits close to home. Well, actually, all of 1 through 33 hits close to home.

So, now its come to this. CRAMMING!

Even though I’ve told myself numerous of times in the past that I will no longer continue this trend of Red-Bull-and-coffee-with-espresso-upon-espresso-shots-drinking-college-students-of-America, I continue to find myself in this situation.

Here is a humorous video from a video-blogger Jimmy Tarto, from his YouTube channel “Life According to Jimmy,” that’s a hilarious, YET surprisingly realistic, skit onto college finals week.

Well, I think it’s time that I get off WordPress and back to my finals/essays.

Pray for me that I can survive and pass college so that I will no longer have to stress through this routine of finals week.

#sorryasianparents

-Sype

P.S., here is another funny YouTube video on the pains, pleasures, grief, and relief of the terrifying beast of FINALS WEEK!!!

NEW WORD: Inbrospective

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Bros Dancing
Bros Dancing

Inbrospective: [in.BRO.spec.tive]

(Adjective)

–          A word derived from introspective

–          The act of reflecting upon oneself through the eyes and mentality of a BRO and realizing something that you didn’t before. Then feeling the euphoria of how fuckin’ awesome you are.

Confessions of a college student.

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My school, University of Hawaii Manoa, has a special page on facebook. Students can post anonymous confessions, other people can read, like, and comment on them. There is no way of knowing who posted the confessions. Let me share this with you, and hopefully you’ll get a good laugh out of it too 😉

P.S. NO, I have not posted any confessions on that page….yet.

https://www.facebook.com/UniversityOfHawaiiConfessions?ref=stream