Seriously, those two are living out the tumblrcrush dream, god love ‘em.
I really don’t want to ruin any of your fantasies or anything, but being that they are dating in real life sort of takes away the whole ‘tumblr crush’ aspect and turns them into ‘real people in a relationship’.
I know… that totally did just ruin it for you, didn’t it?
the tumblr crush aspect is to meet the person, and turn into real people in a relationship.
i know.. that totally ruined your point for you, didnt it?
24-years as someone who identifies primarily Pilipino-American, and I’ve been faced with everyone else trying to give me their perceptions of my racial identity.
“You’re not really Asian” is the most popular charge, typically from my white counterparts. White people trying to tell me who I am in the 21st century—do you see why I get so pissed about that?
And don’t get me started on cultural identity. In high school, there were racial cliques. I was too Asian to hang with the white kids, too “whitewashed” to hang with the Asian kids. No one would assume my Irish heritage because you don’t see it.
Racial identity has always been an enigma for me, but I don’t let my race define me. I hate when others try to do that to me.
it’s hard enough growing up so, but imagine it in many a case (mine included): being born in the philippines, growing up there, and then moving mid-adolescence to somewhere completely different. opportunity-filled, yes, but different nonetheless.
i moved to california when i was eleven years old, unaware that jesuit school was not the norm and that i still had a lot of growing up to do. in a culture where dating was frowned upon until after high school (seriously, guys, roman catholicism rocked) i was adjusting to the mere fact that i was in a co-ed school, let alone these kids were sucking face. the very next year i came to find out that one of the girls in my class had gotten pregnant.
in college was where growing up like so had really emphasized my difference. i wasn’t american enough to attach the affix on, i was merely filipino (yes, with an f, and i’ll get to that later); but with a large enough hometown crowd i was too americanized.i never fit in into any filipino groups on campus, and a lot of the time i was the only filipino in an asian group.
and i’m not one to apologize for being myself. i spoke tagalog (and i proudly still do). i knew how to cook filipino food. i, culturally, was pinoy. but apparently the fact that i didn’t listen to hip-hop religiously or that i didn’t embrace that side of filipino-americanism made me less filipino than these kids who were already one, two generations removed.
i still have a lot of bitterness for those filipinos. i’ll be the first to admit i feel a little embattled every time someone who kinda looks like me gives me a thumbs up for the sole fact that we’re brown together. but you never get used to it. i’ll tell someone my life story and the first thing out of their mouths is “where’s your accent?”
hopefully the day will come when race really won’t be an issue, but i’m more than willing to bet that it won’t happen in my lifetime. if we’re having this much hullaballoo about a black president and same-sex marriage, i can’t even begin to imagine when the department of veterans affairs finally decides to begin acknowledging filipino veterans who served in world war ii — that is, if they ever will.
I’m Brant Charles, and 14 years ago I was just like you. Now I’m a meta-physicist.
Being a meta-physicist is awesome and it isn’t even hard. Newton discovered gravity whilst lounging under a tree. Einstein came up with most of his theories by daydreaming. Stephen Hawking just sits in a chair all day.
And the stuff we do is fun, too. Galileo? Dropping the feather and the cannonball? Shit, man - I could do that stuff all day. And we get to play the coolest pranks. That Hadron Collider thing? Not even real. You would not believe how awesome it feels to make everyone on the entire planet shit themselves because they think you’re building a black hole machine.
Guess what? We have time machines. And they’re better than you’d believe by about 50 better-points, which are a unit of measurement we haven’t even told you about. Just yesterday? I played virtual reality ping-pong on Jupiter. You guys think it’s cool to go to the moon? Wait until you visit an alien culture whose customary greeting to guests is to give them a basket of gold coins and a jetpack.
I’m meant to teach you guys some kind of life-lesson before I go. Screw that. I’m gonna teach you the life-lesson. As in the meaning of it. Be careful. This is dangerous territory. Your head might explode or your face might melt or I don’t know I’m not some stupid biologist, okay? So there are these things called string- no. Too late. I can see the blood dripping out of your ears. Well, no big deal. There’s an asteroid headed this way in a couple of years and we’re kind of don’t have any tickets left for the shuttle outta here. They all went to the super-models, if you know what I’m saying.
Well, good luck in your new liquified-brain, doomed-Earth lives. Oh, and one last note? This entire speech is a palindrome.