Ian On The Red Dot

Jen Kwok sings about dating an Asian

Hey there, my name is Jen Kwok
And I’m here to tell you that dating Asians rocks
They have smooth skin and silky hair
So damn exotic, got that ethnic flair
So sweet and gentle, smell so good
So freaky, nasty, do what you always wanted to
So obedient, they’ll please you like no one can
That’s right, I’m talkin bout an Asian man

Everyone should date an Asian man
Don’t gotta be serious, just f*** an Asian man
At least f*** one, at least, least f*** one
At least f*** one, at least, least f*** one

If you feel inspired by the song, and a lady …

Notes:

The brilliance of this song is not the lyrics. The lyrics are just proof of Jen Kwok’s amazing execution as a comedian. Who didn’t first think that the song was about the virtues of dating Asian women, especially from the perspective of non-Asian men. The first thought, at least mine and I dare to say for many others, betrays how we see Asian women as the only sex from the Asian ‘world’ to have any sort of social value in the Western parts of this earth.

Full lyrics:

Date an Asian
Song Lyrics by Jen Kwok
Rap Lyrics by Soce, The Elemental Wizard

Verse 1:
Hey there, my name is Jen Kwok
And I’m here to tell you that dating Asians rocks
They have smooth skin and silky hair
So damn exotic, got that ethnic flair
So sweet and gentle, smell so good
So freaky, nasty, do what you always wanted to
So obedient, they’ll please you like no one can
That’s right, I’m talkin bout an Asian man

Chorus:
Everyone should date an Asian man
Don’t gotta be serious, just f*** an Asian man
At least f*** one, at least, least f*** one
At least f*** one, at least, least f*** one

(Hey, eh)

Verse 2:
Asian men don’t whistle when you walk down the street
They’re honest dudes, honey they won’t cheat
Not sayin if he sees a hot chick, he won’t bone her
Hey, that’s why we got concubines in our culture
Some people say that I am full of bull****
Yeah I’m dating a white guy, but I ain’t no hypocrite
I’ve dated Chinese, Korean and Sri Lankan
Yeah, I’m down with the brown
Don’t even get me started

Bridge:
Where my Punjabis at?
Where my Philippinos at?
Where my bubble tea drinkers at?
Everyone should be raising their hands for that one – it’s delicious!

Chorus:
Everyone should date an Asian man
Don’t gotta be serious, just f*** an Asian man
At least f*** one, at least, least f*** one
At least f*** one, at least, least f*** one

Rap (Soce):
What’s happening? Are you Japanese? Can I have a piece
Of miso, maybe a frappochino
And speaking of Chinese, meet me at Silk Road Place please
For the open mic, plus some bubble tea
And Thai, I met a cute guy when I ordered Tom Yum
I could go there every day, feelin on his hot bum
Cultural exchange, I could teach you the Torah
Light the Menora, can I have samosa?
Rotating your medicine balls
In the palm of my hand, never lettin em fall
I hope that I look as good as Andy Lau
When I advance in age, still standing proud
And what about my Persian peeps? Certainly!
Help me to absorb the heat. You’re sure to please.
To my Patels, Kims and Wongs, my love’s quite strong
Like a Bollywood movie, we dance all night long

Chorus:
Everyone should date an Asian man
Don’t gotta be serious, just f*** an Asian man
At least f*** one, at least, least f*** one
At least f*** one, at least, least f*** one

Breakdown:
Asian men have been such an important force in my life
Like my dad
Don’t date my dad
He’s married to my mom
And, theoretically, I’m old enough to handle it if they got a divorce
But, you know, it would kinda mess with me
It would kinda mess with me, I’m not gonna lie
So just…don’t date my dad

(Don’t f*** the same one, find a different one)
I’d cut you
(That would be a gang bang)
Yeah, that’s not cool – don’t date my dad
(Unless that’s what you’re into,
I’m not here to judge,
Make it consensual)
I’m not even gonna tell you his name
So you’re not gonna be able to find him now
And therefore, you won’t be able to date him

Via Rambling Librarian:

The first encounter I had with the potential and power of telling a story backwards (or rather playing around with our understanding of the linear narrative) is Martin Amis’s novel Time’s Arrow.

I came across a variation of this quote today,

No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country.
He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.

which triggered my memory of this scene:

and it reminded me of this bad-ass officer that probably saved my life in national service.

This OC was one legendary ‘fucker’. He was strict. He was abusive. He was tough. There was an exercise we were on when he dislocated his shoulder. He finished the whole exercise before going for any proper medical treatment. He made us do a lot of crazy shit during exercises.

And most importantly, he was a fucking tough disciplinarian. And that probably saved my life.

We were in Australia when the accident happened. Just before the accident, my armor vehicle had made a roadside stop for some administrative purposes. The ramp for the vehicle was down and my section mates and me had our helmets off. We were eating our combat rations and were slacking off.

As we were about to move off, with the ramp being brought up, the officer’s vehicle pulled up behind us and he got off the vehicle. We saw him before he could see us without our helmets. My section mate said something to this effect, “FUCK…OC is here. Better wear helmet before he fuck us.”

We were that scared of him.

Anyway, here’s the thing. While against safety protocol, soldiers sometimes get complacent and take off their helmets in the vehicle, even when it is moving, for a little physical comfort. We would have done the same thing that day if we hadn’t seen the OC and weren’t so afraid of him as a strict disciplinarian.

Not too long after we put on our helmets, we collided with another armored vehicle. Everything inside the vehicle flew. A lot of shit hit our heads. A lot of heavy sharp shit.

But we were safe. We were protected because we had worn our helmets.

Reading up on Patton and some of his quotes, I am reminded of what it means to be tough on people you are supposed to care for. Sometimes, you do others a disservice by being soft on them.

Some quotes about the importance of discipline:

It is absurd to believe that soldiers who cannot be made to wear the proper uniform can be induced to move forward in battle. Officers who fail to perform their duty by correcting small violations and in enforcing proper conduct are incapable of leading.

You cannot be disciplined in great things and indiscipline in small things. Brave undisciplined men have no chance against the discipline and valour of other men. Have you ever seen a few policemen handle a crowd?

All men are timid on entering any fight. Whether it is the first or the last fight, all of us are timid. Cowards are those who let their timidity get the better of their manhood.

If you can’t get them to salute when they should salute and wear the clothes you tell them to wear, how are you going to get them to die for their country?

The new ads from Microsoft:

They are good. Take that you Apple snobs.

From the movie The Foot Fist Way:

Watching the movie, “Riding the Truck” now has a whole new meaning for me.

Sometimes, during parts of the movie, I think the way my friends and I talk about DOTA, we probably look as idiotic as the main character. BUT DAMN IT…our hearts are in the right place.

Tania from The Open Room has a bunch of pictures on her Facebook showing her playing with a big ball. OMG. This is so awesome. I didn’t realize the Zorb has finally arrived in Singapore.

The Singapore provider’s site is here. If you are planning something for your company, do consider them…. Plus invite me too.. Can? I haven’t tried this yet but looking at the videos, it sure looks fun.

Damn Spoil Market.

via: ntt

The son introduces the father:

Hearing about how he would commute back just to be with the family, a commute that the son mentioned was four hours, I can’t help but think Singaporeans are generally weak, seeing how we feel about our own commuting experience in Singapore.

Much closer to home – look at the Malaysians who cross over to Singapore everyday to work.

When something is important enough, the strong will make it happen.

Transcript:

Good evening, I’m Beau Biden. And Joe Biden is my dad.

Many of you know him as a distinguished and accomplished senator. I know him as an incredible father and a loving grandfather. A man who hustled home to Delaware after the last vote so he wouldn’t miss me and my brother’s games. Who, after returning from some war-torn region of the world, would tiptoe into our room and kiss us goodnight. Who turns down some fancy cocktail party in Washington so he won’t miss my daughter Natalie’s birthday party.

The truth is, he almost wasn’t a senator at all. In 1972, shortly after his improbable victory, but before he took the oath of office, my father went to Washington to look at his new office space. My mom took us to go buy a Christmas tree. On the way home, we were in an automobile accident. My mom, Neilia, and sister, Naomi, were killed. My brother, Hunter, and I were seriously injured and hospitalized for weeks. I was just short of 4 years old. One of my earliest memories was being in that hospital, Dad always at our side. We, not the Senate, were all he cared about.

He decided not to take the oath of office. He said, “Delaware can get another senator, but my boys can’t get another father.” However, great men like Ted Kennedy, Mike Mansfield, Hubert Humphrey — men who had been tested themselves — convinced him to serve. So he was sworn in, in the hospital, at my bedside. As a single parent, he decided to be there to put us to bed, to be there when we woke from a bad dream, to make us breakfast, so he’d travel to and from Washington, four hours a day.

Five years later, we married my mom, Jill. They together rebuilt our family. And 36 years later, he still makes that trip. So even though Dad worked in Washington, he’s never been part of Washington. He always sounded like the kid from Scranton, Pa., he is. And even that is a story of overcoming.

Now some people poke fun at my dad talking too much. What a lot of people don’t know is that, when he was young, he had a severe stutter. The kids called him Dash — not because he was fast on the football field, which he was, but like a dash at the end of a sentence you can’t finish. But now he speaks with a clear and strong voice. He says what needs to be said. And he does what needs to be done.

When domestic violence was often a dark secret, Dad wrote the Violence Against Women Act, which gave countless women support, protection and a new chance at life. When crime was spiking in our communities, Dad wrote the crime bill that put 100,000 cops on the streets and led to an eight-year drop in crime across the country. When Serbian thugs were committing genocide in the Balkans, Dad didn’t hesitate to call Slobodan Milosevic a war criminal to his face, and to convince Congress and our allies to act. He’s willing to speak truth to power: to the White House and to world leaders.

I know my father will be a great vice president. As I mentioned, my dad has always been there for me, my brother and my sister, every day. But because of other duties, it won’t be possible for me to be here this fall to stand by him the way he stood by me. So I have something to ask of you. Be there for my dad like he was for me.

Be there for Barack Obama because our country needs him. Be there for both of them because millions of families need to know that their best days aren’t behind them, but ahead of them. Be there for both of them because millions of people are trying to overcome, just like my dad overcame. Be there. Be there because Barack Obama and Joe Biden will deliver America the change we so desperately need. Please join me in welcoming my friend, my father, my hero and the next vice president of the United States: Joe Biden.

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