Check out Jigga’s entire live performance at Glastonbury.

the anorexic vampire. Damn!

The benefit summer prospectus. Gotta love the chart.

“No Matter What.” His rhyme is tight.

Photos of 10 very rare clouds. Kind of neat.

I don’t like waiting. No wait, I hate waiting and that is what I do everyday. I wait for the bus in the morning and it always late. The bus drops me off the Metro and I wait again. The good thing is that the Metro has a ticker that tells you how many more minutes a train will arrive. It’s a brilliant concept. I get off the train and then wait again for the next train.

I get to work and I wait everyday for people to provide me their contents. Without the contents the site is just a piece of eye candy. I move on the next project and wait for more contents. So now I am working on three sites simultaneously with missing contents. Isn’t that fun?

I go home. I wait for the Metro and the bus again. Not only that I wait for my wife to come out of her work so we can ride the bus home together. Yesterday I snapped because of all the waiting that builds up day after day. Well, I didn’t snapped. I was just being grumpy. Everyday seemed like a waiting day for me. I took my crankiness out on her. We got into a little heated argument on waiting, but we made up afterward. Still love her to death.

I suppose I need some waiting management. I can’t seem to distract myself from waiting. I more I look at the clock, the more impatient I get. A minute becomes an hour. An hour seems like infinity. Let’s just say that waiting sucks.

Little Eric took the key to his dad’s van, drove in the middle of the street, parked the van and ran back into the house. No one in the house noticed except for the neighbor. The police was called and now his dad has to go to court. The story shook me for a second and it takes me back to my own obsession with car.

I was much older than Eric though, maybe twelve or thirteen. I wanted to experience how driving felt like. At that time I was still living in my aunt’s house. It was in the summertime, everyone went to work and I was home alone. So was the van and I knew exactly where the key was. I took the key, started up the ignition, put my foot on the brake paddle, geared in reverse and let the van moved. It was such a guilty pleasure. I stopped the van drove upward and then back for a couple of time. It felt good, but I wanted to hit the street. Luckily I didn’t have the gut to do so.

Like me, little Eric has always been fascinated with electronics. Unlike me Eric has a much stronger personality or he is just too young to understand the consequence. I am lad that he stopped the van and ran back inside the house. So he does have some fear in him. Lord knows what would happen if he drove on. My sister was at work or else she would whipped him. I am thankful that he didn’t get hurt.

I had a good laugh this morning on the Metro reading Bruce Heffernan’s “Why Do All These Homosexuals Keep Sucking My Cock?,” from the Onion, of course:

I tell you, when a homosexual is sucking your cock, a lot of strange thoughts go through your head: How the hell did this happen? Where did this fairy ever get the idea that I was gay? And where did he get those fantastic boots?

Some useful tips for aspiring web designer from Andy Rutledge:

tools do not make a designer. Anyone can learn to use Fireworks or Dreamweaver in an hour or less, but nobody can be a competent Web designer unless they possess a foundation in the things listed above. Choose your own tools and learn to use them, but don’t let the tools define your abilities; tools won’t create a place for you in the profession.

I am glad that MsNguyen continues to wear her heart on her sleeves and feed us her emotional threshold:

Writing is personal. It’s a journey. I have grown emotionally by looking back at what I wrote many years ago. Most of these entries are written at the spur of the moment, fresh and raw, full of me and my personal nuances in every day life. I consider this place my outlet, that’s it, a place to let it all out or air-bleeding the valves.

To show my appreciate, here is my little gift for ya:
The Best of Bang Kieu 1
The Best of Bang Kieu 2