With her 36MM bust weighing in 20 pounds each, stripper Maxi Mounds won the Guinness World Records for World’s Largest Augmented Breasts. She shares:
“I’ve seen some pretty funny things happen. Men walking into things and getting slapped by their girlfriends because they were staring too hard.”
Women shouldn’t slap their men for “staring too hard” because you don’t see those melons around too often. I am sure women would stare at them too out of curiosity.
Caught a glimpse of Thien Kim’s live show (on DVD that is) and her performance of Ngo Thuy Mien’s “Niem Khuc Cuoi” takes me immediately back to our first dance. All that I can say is that Thien Kim’s rendition is nowhere near Thu Hoai’s. From articulating the words to capturing the emotion, Thu Hoai sang like a man in love, something not easy to accomplish from a female vocalist. It was a wise choice that she didn’t switch the roles from his to her like Thien Kim did, which ruined the intention of the song.
A few guests had questioned our song choice. The title, “Niem Khuc Cuoi,” alone is already sad and some of the lyrics are even sadder. We picked the song for both its sweet and bitter content. We wanted to share both sides of love, not just the good side. We had our ups and downs and I am sure more down moments in the future are inevitable. We have to recognize the reality of love in order to work out our conflicts.
Our initial plan was to go with Thuy Vu’s rendition on CD. It was the version that we first danced together over an intimate dinner at her apartment back in Beacon, New York. Unfortunately the mixer didn’t work at our wedding. The sound was badly distorted even from the original album, so I requested Thu Hoai to cover it and she didn’t disappointed us. She was right there inside the music and I could felt her every word. Where is Mr. Truc Ho? Scoop her up, please.
While we danced, my wife whispered in my ears, “I love you and we will be together forever.” The only thing I could do was to hold her tight and kiss her. That particular moment has filmed inside my mind. Every time I hear this song, the sound, sight, and sweet lips begin to play. It was simply unforgettable.
Lines I can’t get off my mind:
Boi chinh em da yeu mot thu tinh yeu nho nhen
Boi chinh em da yeu mot thu tinh yeu khong cong bang
Minh Khang’s “Nguoi Ra Di La Anh”
I do anything when I put my mind to it
A whole lot more when I put the nine to it
Jay-Z’s freestyle
Our honeymoon in Jamaica was short but sweet. It gave us a chance to recuperate from the wedding. We didn’t do much except eat, drink, swim, a whole of sleep, and a whole lot more of activities that honeymooners come to do. Our inclusive package includes a nice crib in Negril Gardens, free meals at the fantastic restaurant, and all-you-can-drink at the bar that opens from ten to midnight. Best off all, these three essential places were right on the calm, gorgeous beach. Isn’t it a perfect place to be lazy or what?
The foods served at the Negril Gardens resort were delicious and they had theme nights including International, Oriental, Beach BBQ, Jamaican, Gala and Mexico. The drinks were fantastic. I had tried plenty of cocktails and my favorites were Hummingbird, Make My Day, Rum Runner, Come Again and, most of al, Lemonade and Rum. The bartender was awesome. In fact, Jamaican folks in general are friendly. Much respect, mon.
If I were to take one thing from this trip, it has to be the beach incident. Friday morning, my wife and I woke up at seven and we jogged along the beach. We took a little swim in the morning water before breakfast. While I was swimming, the wedding ring slipped right off my finger. I was frantic. This can’t happen to me, but guess who found the ring in the water? That’s right my lovely wife. I was about to give up because it was like “mo kim duoi dai bien” (Vietnamese phrase for “trying to find a needle in the ocean”). I felt awful after an hour of search and told my baby to forget about it and I’ll get a replacement as soon as we get back to America. But my baby didn’t want to get up and she actually found it. Isn’t that something?
The honeymoon had given us a bit of time to be recharged and ready to work into our future plans. We still have tons of work ahead of us. The immediate one is to pick up where we left of on the search for our house. My mom’s seventy-first birthday is next week and we will have a reception for her with about forty guests (mostly family members). I am very excited about it because she seems to be happy. We’re also looking forward to trip to Las Vegas with her sister and her husband after their wedding. (Her sister’s future husband is actually a very nice man. Him and I are getting along quite well and he was a great help for our wedding.) After that we’re planning on going back to Viet Nam to visit my dad. But for now, big props go out to her sister and her future husband for this exceptional wedding gift. You guys rock!
But no matter how tired or hopeless I am feeling, hip-hop helps me look beyond my own circumstances to find the determination I need to move forward.
I haven’t followed this season of American Idol that much, but I was surprised that David Cook won instead of David Archuleta. Clearly, Archuleta was a much better performer on Tuesday night. Did America try to prove that Simon Cowell was wrong?
Chuyen xe ky di (via Khong Co Ai).
A brief profile on me in the new issue of the School of Business Newsletter.
NPR profiles the swing master Count Basie:
From 1935 to his death in 1984, pianist and bandleader Count Basie led one of the most important jazz institutions of the 20th century, in the process forging a distinctive sound that changed the jazz landscape. By merging the sounds of his musical upbringing in Harlem and Kansas City, he developed a unique brand of swinging blues that made audiences across the world want to dance.
Listen to the program here.
Quite a hilarious list of “How to tell if a woman wants to have sex with you.” My favorite is when “she asks who you are voting for”:
This question only has one right answer. If you say McCain, she’ll think you are too conservative. If you say Clinton, she’ll think you are patronizing her. If you say Obama, she’ll start a debate about the current political gridlock in Washingtion. You should say, Ron Paul, because chicks dig guys who live dangerously or that are crazy and voting for Paul puts you in both categories.
Didn’t know Ron Paul could score you some action.