Constructed Behaviours featured amazing illustrations from the collaboration of Drew Europeo (Philippines) and Halil Yildirim (UK). Love the Nomad pieces.

By the way, get Half Project back up, Drew. I miss that shit.

Intonation is a great piece of type-in-motion designed by Jarratt Moody based on a great line from Samuel L. Jackson in Pulp Fiction.

Some blogs speak loud without using words:
Babes With Books
The Cleavage Blog
Sleeping Cuties (sadly doesn’t update anymore)

As a kid, I was obsessed with Rubik’s Cube; therefore, when I come across Rubikcubism, I couldn’t resist the inspirational work.

Thuy Vu’s rendition of Trinh Cong Son’s “Diem Xua” is so damn hipnotizing because of his dope, deep, dark vocals. Love the way he croons “Mua van hay mau cho doi bien dong…” and makes a vibrating bass out of last word. I still come back to his album from time to time just for that savory timbre I don’t get to hear so often with the current trend of Vietnamese music.

As I forced myself to shove down a plate full of nothing but macaroni and cheese for lunch yesterday, I missed my mom and her home meal with a hand-squeezed glass of orange juice. She has been staying at my sister’s house for almost a month to continue her dental issues, and I have nothing to look forward to for lunch. When she was here, I can’t wait to twelve o’clock to go home. I didn’t pick an apartment closed to the school for nothing. Mom probably is having way too much fun with the grandkids that she’s forgetting her little boy. I’ve been checking on her to see if she has made her appointment and she keeps blaming on the dentist for the delay. Good excuse, ma!

NPR presents “The Birth of Rap: A Look Back” with Kurtis Blow and DJ Grand Wizard Theodore.

With $100 a month for her parents, you could married a beautiful Vietnamese wife according to The New York Times‘s “Korean Men Use Brokers to Find Brides in Vietnam.” Now that we’re done with the Taiwanese men, we’re down with the Koreans. The report actually sounds more happy than abusive.

I’ve been rocking my neck to Ngoc Khue’s “Trai Lang Toi” all morning. The beat is so hot that it would blow Jim Jones’s “We Fly High” out of the club. Pump this joint in the spots I am sure boys and girls would bounce with it.

My late night routine for the past few days has been munching banh bia (can’t get enough of that durian flavor), sipping hot tea, watching Xa Dieu Anh Hung Truyen (Legend of Condor Heroes), and drifting off to sleep.

I also had a savory bowl of bun rieu last night. Someone must have read what I wrote yesterday.