Continuing his G-Unit beef, The Game goes straight at Tony Yayo and 50 Cent on his new diss-track “Body Bags.” He crosses the line when mentioning 50’s deceased mama, “We’ll put you in the ground like that”. That’s just disrespectful.

Without Ngoc Anh’s breath issue and Bang Kieu’s feminine falsetto, Nguyen Khang brings depths and soul to Phu Quang’s “Dau Phai Boi Mua Thu” (lyrics by Giang Van) and “Em Oi, Ha Noi Pho” (lyrics by Pham Vu). He is at his best when he sounds effortless. By letting his energy, so essential for the high octaves, and his gorgeous scratch weave in and out of the delightful orchestration, he gives Phu Quang’s ballads a fresh rejuvenation. Mad kudos to the arrangers, too.

Alright, I need to get off Nguyen Khang’s dick. I know, I’ve been mad homo lately. It must be all the gang-bang and balls talk. What can I say? I got some real nutty visitors up in here, but it is understandable since I am pretty deranged myself. As for writing about Nguyen Khang, I just realize that I have been promoting his ass like he had paid me to. So if you see him in concert next time, go ahead and collect my fees.

This is it, folks. I am tired of this shit. Visualgui.com is back to just being my online portfolio. Blogging has been fun, but I am burnt out, and got nothing else good to say anymore. So thanks for visiting this site all these years.

I felt in love with Lena Horne’s rendition of “Love Me or Leave Me” the first time I heard it. Like her figure, Lena’s voice is quite voluptuous, and she knows how to give the ballad a sultry vibe with her lithe flow and effortless delivery. Didn’t think anyone could surpass her until I came across Billie Holiday’s version. Not that Lady Day could outshine Lena, but she has her own unique approach to the standard. Lady Day sounds anything but fresh, playful, and invigorating like songbird Lena. She phrases it in a conversational style instead. With her unmatchable technique of singing behind the beat, she flips Lena’s cute, sexy groove into a dark, bittersweet feeling. Her throaty, Brandy-saturated voice combined with her brooding way of expressing the lyrics turns the romantic ballad into a despair classic.

Jay-Z’s verse in Angie Martinez’s “Mi Amor” is a bit misogynistic, but you have to give him that dope flow even when he rhymes with his testosterone: “I like fast cars, I love faster chicks / You don’t need a small waist, I take ass and tits / Love chicks that deep throat, love bein’ left alone / on a Sunday afternoon with the remote / Love havin’ my cake plus eatin’ it too / Shit, I got cake what the fuck I’m ‘posed to do?”

Besides rhyming about cokes and crimes, Ghostface, another hip-hop veteran, has his share of sex rap (not rape) too: “Come here, sit on my lap, it’s not a gat, sugar / Have a seat, don’t be afraid to move back / Feel that? You’re a nasty girl / Big butt, slim gut, I’ll crash your world.” It’s all “Good!”

In case you haven’t noticed, this site is not suitable for children. Don’t let the adorable kids (my niece and nephew) fool you. Because I don’t get to spend time with them too often, they are in the logo so I could see them everyday. Just want to make sure we’re clear because my enjoyments might be too vulgar for some antediluvian minds. So if you don’t know, now you know.

I’ve been wondering how the hell is Andy Quach still singing when he has no vocal ability. After watching Andy and Nguyen Thang performed on stage, it is clear that Andy may not be a singer, but knows damn well how to entertain the ladies. Funniest moment is when he grinded his crotch (while the girls slapped their roses) and rolled his gut (oh shit, where’s the six-pack?). A man gotta do what a man gotta do to stay in the showbiz. Keep pimping, dude!

In contrast, my man Nguyen Khang focuses on his singing despite being surrounded by all the Victorias’ angels. He just sits in his chair and lets his voice does the pimping. That’s how a player plays. When you got the voice, you don’t have to strip to seduce. Keep swinging, baby!

By now you’re probably sick and tired of hearing his name and his music on this site, but I am still feeling him. The brother cut some dope records. I’ve been hooked on his rendition of Tram Tu Thieng’s “Dem Nho Ve Sai Gon.” Love that dust-life delivery, especially when he phrases, “Ta nhu cau be mo coi / Co vui cuoc song nho nhoi / Co quen ngay thang le loi / De lon, de dem dem nho ve Sai Gon.” He later re-recorded the tune for Van Son 34, but his performance is not as effective because he tries to be too reserved. When he attempts to sing in a serious manner, his flow becomes stiff and rigid. In the former version, his unrestrained flow allows that Khangy flavor to dominate. When he does that the result is both soulful and savory.

After reading Ms. Nguyen’s “17th Anniversary,” I freak out because her bullies’ drama and kung fu’s fantasy reflect my own past, those early days in American school.

A couple years ago, I went back to my junior high school to meet with a teacher who was my freelance client at the time to talk about a website project she hired me to do. I walked through the hallway recollecting my thought on the place that was once part of my life. The big bulletin board that displayed photos of exemplary (straight-A’s) students was still there. Yes, my snapshot made it up there once. As I continued my way down to the corner where my ESL class used to be, the bell rang. Kids stormed out of their classrooms everywhere. A Puerto Rican boy stared at me like I was from another planet. As he imitated Bruce Lee’s martial arts, the other kids began to giggle. I just gave them a smile and walked away. Of course, it was not a big deal to me at that time, but thinking back to when I was their age, it was quite a pressure.

Every time I think about the experiences I went through, I hope that Samantha, Eric, and my kids (later on) won’t have to face these racial challenges when they go to school. Maybe it won’t be so bad for them since they were born here and their natural English won’t create such tensions.

Once again, kudos to Ms. Nguyen for bringing back the painful but invaluable lessons. That’s right, if we can’t beat them in anything else, we have to beat them in academic. It’s definitely the best revenge.

In his HBO special, George Lopez mused Arnold Schwarzenegger, “Motherfucker, you don’t speak English.” After seeing Arnold shares his deepest feelings, I know what George meant.

Asian cheerleaders are living la vida loca, and goddamn baby got back.

Amateur singers stutter when they forget the lyrics. Profession singers make shit up when they can’t remember the words. Ella Fitzgerald’s live performance of “Mack the Knife” showed her witty skill when she couldn’t remember the words. She pulled things out of her head like, “Oh what’s the next chorus to this song now / This is the one now I don’t know / But it was a swinging tune / And it’s a hit too / So we try to do Mack the Knife.” I know it is very hard for singers to remember every song correctly; therefore, learn to improvise as a backup plan isn’t so bad. You could turn your flaws into something novelty like Ella did in her Berlin’s concert.