My wife’s sister is getting married this weekend and she wanted to give me a haircut. She cut my hair plenty of times and even the couple days before our wedding, but it didn’t turn out quite right yesterday. The weather was hot so I made us some Strawberry Margarita, but this time I put a bit too much Tequila and Grand Marnier. The cocktail came out delicious, so was the buzz.

She started to cut my hair with the blade guard. Everything turned out perfect until she took off the blade guard to do the sideburn and back trims. Of all the sudden, I felt the blade touched my head and it was not close to my neck where it was suppose to be. She freaked out and I told her not to worry. I asked her to shave the bottom of my head and to blend up to the top, but she apologized and broke down and cried. I pulled her into my arm and comforted her. I told her it was no big deal and she could fix it, but she wouldn’t even touch the clipper.

So now I am walking around with a hairless spot on the back of my head. I am actually proud of it. Every time I touch the back of my head, it reminds me of the special moment that I feel so loved even though I should have been the one that freaked out.

Check out the awesome routine performed right on the airport waiting area. The casts included airport staff, policemen and a cute Asian girl.

Chinese tips when chatting with foreign guests:

Don’t ask about income or expenses, don’t ask about age, don’t ask about love life or marriage, don’t ask about health, don’t ask about someone’s home or address, don’t ask about personal experience, don’t ask about religious beliefs or political views, don’t ask what someone does.

How about don’t ask anything at all?

I shouldn’t have read such a disturbed article in this early hour. In “When Gunner Jay Lindberg Killed Thien Minh Ly, Was It Actually a Hate Crime?,” R. Scott Moxley describes the murder scene:

Minutes later, they [Gunner Jay Lindberg and Domenic Michael Christopher] found and trapped the unsuspecting Ly, whose last seven minutes of life were the stuff of horror flicks. Lindberg called him a “Jap,” demanded his car keys, cursed him, punched him, stomped on his head, kicked his face, slashed his throat and stabbed him 22 times—in part, to celebrate a victory earlier that evening by what Lindberg hailed as “America’s team,” the Dallas Cowboys.

Häagen-Dazs launched helpthehoneybees.com, a gorgeous, interactive web site to raise awareness of honey bee crisis:

Honey bees are responsible for pollinating more than 100 different crops, $15 billion worth annually in the U.S., and are a key factor in the agricultural industry’s ability to provide food products to the rest of the world. But honey bees are dying at an alarming rate. Over the last several winters, more than 25 percent of the honey bee population in the United States has vanished, many under mysterious circumstances. Early reports from beekeepers show this phenomenon is continuing in 2008.

Check out the dancing bees video too.

University of Portland sports huge photos on the homepage, but manages to keep layout clean and simple.

Reader’s Digest covers an inspiring article about Carly Zalenski who set out to build in Viet Nam for children when she was twelve, and she accomplished it in two years. Here is how she did it:

She put together a PowerPoint presentation on the people and culture of Vietnam. At 12, barely able to see over the podium, she gave her first fund-raising pitch. Though her new braces made it hard to enunciate, she spoke with enthusiasm. “The kids in rural Vietnam don’t have decent schools,” she told a room of 200 Rotarians. “That’s not fair. I want to give them a place to make their lives better.”

Thanks Carly for such a kind heart.

I’m been jamming to Hong Nhung’s live performance of Trinh Cong Son’s “Bong Khong La Bong.” The funk vibe and Hong Nhung’s rejuvenating delivery moved me. Cue in at 7:50 mark and enjoy the show. Hong Nhung still looks hot for her age.

Sarah Vaughan on Marian McPartland’s Piano Jazz in a 1986 program. Check out the part she sings the male vocals.

This video, not safe for work or lunch, leaves me speechless. By the way, if you come to this site and expect only clean content, then you have come to the wrong place.

Update: The cakefart.com server is down due to heavy traffic. But here is another video for your amusement. This one reminds me of a bus trip I took in Viet Nam from the south to north when an European chick requested the bus driver to pull over for a bathroom break. She ran quickly off the bus and ran right back asking the driver where is the bathroom. He pointed to the field. She looked in disbelieve, went back to her seat, but decided to went down to do what she had to do. It was dark out so no one could see her anyway.

Alright, enough pollution for Friday.