Trailer for a new Vietnamese horror film starring Ho Le Thu coming this May. She looks mad freaky.

The change of 20 corporate logos.

The Arts at Vassar page has been realigned, but the classic 4-column layout still can be view on my site.

I was just checking out Thuy Nga Shop for the first time and immediate recognized the familiar elements from the Apple Store. Sure the gray nav turned blue, but the borders and the breadcrumb trails were lifted straight off the Apple’s site. Even the blue box on the left hand side below the main nav is identical. Of course the handling of type is quite sloppy on Thuy Nga’s site comparing to Apple. I am wondering if Thuy Nga Shop is going to be down before Apple’s lawyer knocks on its door. Shame on you, Thuy Nga.

We owe the asshole who jilted Ho Le Thu for this one. Because of him, her fourth solo release, De Ta Say, is a heartbreaking pleasure. She finally pours her heart out on the tracks and drowns her sorrow in the lyrics.

Right off the title opener, written and arranged by Huynh Nhat Tan, she is ready to get the drama off her silicon chest. Belting out about getting wasted to forget all the bitterness, she gets us intoxicated with her soulful delivery and smoky voice. She continues to soar like a songbird with a broken wing on Truong Le Son’s “Huyet Le” and Le Quoc Dung’s “Em Phai Noi Loi Chia Tay.” Although these two sugary pop hits sound banal, Ho Le Thu could apply them into her condition and phrase each word as if she has lived it.

Unfortunately she can’t do the same with her own translated lyrics. What make “Em Van Tin (Still Believe)” the worst track on the album is the use of Vinish. Somehow this mixture doesn’t sound right at all: “Chon doi em nguyen yeu mai mot nguoi / trong tim chi minh anh thoi / I do I know / You are still in my heart / I believe tinh em van do du cach xa…”

Then again Ho Le Thu’s broken heart lasts as long as the length of this album, which is less than an hour. De Ta Say starts out with a painful track, but ends with a joyful “Mambo Yeu Thuong” so she can just shake off the grief and move on. I am sure she won’t have a hard time finding her next man. Who wouldn’t want a chick with an Asian face, Angelina Jolie’s lips and Pamala Anderson’s cans? All she need now is a Beyoncé’s ass to go with the rest.

Two Twitters followed The Real Shaq to 5 & Diner.

Quoc Bao obviously likes to show off his little chick. No crime in that. She actually looks pretty cute.

I am proud to announce that the top two levels are completed. I will be starting on the basement next week. I was working all day Saturday and my wife came today to clean after my sloppy spots as well as to keep me company.

My sister-in-law and her husband went to New Jersey for the weekend and they dropped by Philly to pick up the kitchen ventilation system for us as a home-warming gift. That’s not all. They’ll even install for us too. Aren’t they great?

With the progress we’re making, I am pretty sure we’ll be able to move in no later than mid March. These weekends have been hell for me. Working from seven to seven is wearing me out, but the pain will be over soon. I can’t wait. The good thing about working long hour is that I get to hear a lot of great jazz. My play list for this week includes Billie Holiday, Wynton Marsalis and Oscar Peterson.

We love the new heat unit. Unlike my sister-in-law’s Carrier, which runs like a factory, the Trane XL15i built like a tank but runs like a Mercedes. We also have the duct cleaning scheduled for this coming Tuesday. Hopefully I can take that day off to be there when they do the cleaning as well as to work on the house.

Someone sent me this wedding slideshow and asked me if I know the song and the artist. The singer is definitely Frank Sinatra, but I don’t know the title of the song. Please take a look and see if you can figure it out.

A thirteen-year-old boy becomes a father. And I thought my life is over way too soon.