Word is bond. The prince of Viet pop is getting scooped up. Some dreams have already shattered, and more to come. Congratulations and welcome to America, dude!

Kim whose song “Choi Het Minh” was selected for 2007 Asian Cup told Viet Nam News that she has “been rhymin’ since [she] was in the hood.”

What a gorgeously fucked-up film.

I like the following one-sentence review of R. Kelly’s Double Up from Blender:

The 40-year-old anti-virgin is back, as reborn as—parental advisory alert!—”the Sexasaurus.”

Did Uncle Murder rap “lick the rapper” or wrapper? I thought rapper, but after listening the pornographic lyrics, wrapper makes more sense.

Saelee Oh and Amy Sol are both fantastic illustrators.

Cherry Coke, the first decent-looking MySpace, and the amusing Relearn How to Drive designed by Juxt Interactive.

Have a good fucking day!

It looks like all that painful injections are paying off. My keloids are deflating.

That’s the beauty of hip-hop. You can talk shit and make it addictive. T.I.’s “I’m Talkin’ to You” got stuck in my head again. The beat is banging. The flow is ingenious. The Southern accent is exotic. The lyric is just facetious: “I’m the best you ever heard about, fresher than you heard about / I’m strapped now pussy nigga this ain’t just word of mouth / for niggaz wit dirty mouths, I got a lotta clean pistols to wash ’em out.”

If I ever run a web design shop, I would hire my boss to be my consultant if I could afford to pay her. Her strength is that she could sell my design (not just mine, but other designers as well) way better than I could. I often say that design speaks for itself, yet my projects wouldn’t fly if I just let them up to the clients to figure out on their own. Not sure if it is because I have been working with her all these years or she is just so good at it that she could pick up my intention and explain it like she had been involved in my design thinking. I guess that’s why she’s my boss.