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Great news everyone! The infamous David Blaine is back with a new bag of tricks. Here is the trailer. It does not show the exact date but it does state that the video is ready some time in July. Look out for it!





Before Barack Obama became the President of U.S.A, I had been ignorant of the atrocities that occured at Gitmo. The detainees were subjected to the most inhumane and sordid coercion techniques I have ever seen. They were abashed, degraded and ridiculed again and again and again. The kind of physical and psychological damage inflicted upon them were inconceivable. To legitimise even more demeaning punishments, the U.S government asserted that the detainees were not entitled to any protection from the Geneva Conventions. Is not this a repeat of the Jaapanese Occupation's savagery? The horrors of Gitmo is indescribably wicked but the U.S government actually considered it a necessary evil. Honestly, I believe that Geroge Bush and the prison wardens at Gitmo are sociopaths and to illustrate my point, I have uploaded two videos.

Torture at Guantanamo Bay - part 2


Torture at Guantanamo Bay - part 3


The videos leave you gaping in consternation, don't they? I am confident what is more shocking are the stark parallels of these videos and those Uniformed Group's trainings.



I was appalled when I heard the news of his death. The King of Pop, Michael Jackoff, I mean Michael Jackson, left the world at the tender age of 50. No offence to the dead but Michael Jackson was always in the spotlight, either for his quirky misdemeanors (related to children) or his outlandish private life.

We can deride him all we want about the misery he has caused but is that really what we wish to remember? Without dispute, he is the best entertainer hands down. His revolutionary moonwalk spanned generations. No one could pull off those slick dance moves with such flair and aplomb. He was the idol of legions. He was incontrovertibly the Big Bang of the Pop genre.

Yet, as affectionate as we are towards him, we could not deter the fall of a great star. Apocryphal stories of anti-aging hyperbaric chambers, botched nose jobs, sexual harassments etc. started mushrooming. Monikers like Wacko Jack and Sicko Jacko became stuck in people's head.

However, could we blame him for all he had done? The answer is no. A childhood that had been ridden with abuse and violence culminated in the contorted soul he was. He felt that he was an anomaly, a freak. That was why he kept mum about his skin condition in order to prolong his dreams. Never did he expect it to backfire. Soon, one lie led to another and his career was teetering on the brink of implosion. Surely, we ought to emphathise with this heart-wrenching life story.

The bottom line is no matter how lamentable his misdeeds were, we should only recognize this master performer for his overflowing talent and larger-than-life stage presence. Music was his raison d'etre. His fortitude displayed in the battle with his own demons was worthy of a Victoria Cross. To adapt a NCC lingo, the King of Pop had, with utmost regret, POP-ed.

This is a video of Smooth Criminal, both as a tribute and reminiscence of this cherry blossom.



R.I.P

Moonwalker



Long ago, probably when dinosaurs were still extant, I categorized tennis under the same heading as golf. I always feel that sports and games are two discrete areas. They do not overlap. The main thing that separates these two is the former involves vigorous physical activity and a certain level of dexterity; the latter involves chiefly consummate skill and a phlegmatic analysis of the determining factors that decide the outcome of the game.

During the June holidays of yesteryears, when it was especially tempting to be a couch potato, I often sprawled languidly on my sofa and watched hours and hours of TV. I particularly loathed the sports channels for broadcasting tennis and golf. Those two games were like even more soporific than any sleeping pills. I was thinking, 'Who the hell watches this shit?!'However, I realized that cable TV has to be more inclusive and cater to those weirdos out there. Haplessly, I cursed the EPL for ending in May.

Being an avid reader of the sports section in the newspaper, I inadvertently noticed one name that had been appearing with increasing regularity. That name was Roger Federer. It was him again, clinching some US Open or Australia Open that I could not be bothered with. The newspapers branded him as disputably the best the tennis world had ever produced. Even though I dreaded the insuperable task of watching a tennis game, I wanted to see who had the capability to generate such hoohah.

Gruelling it was for a greenhorn like me but I endured. Removing the jaundiced shades I sported, I could not help but marvel at the sheer class the players exuded. I exalted the way they yielded the racquet to produce mellifluous notes of a virtuoso. The music crescendoed to a shattering climax as Federer smashed a winner that just shaved off the sideline. The crowd gasped in fascination; then involuntarily applauded for the witnessing of a legend in the making. I was feeling quite the same way too and to summarize this cathartic experience in three words: I was hooked.

I am sincerely grateful for this happenstance that whichever divine entity blessed me with, if not I would never have known that tennis unequivocally belonged to the sports category.

This June, like any other Junes, is a period of indolence for me, except for one nuance.

I will be watching the Wimbledon.



Is Ronaldo for Real for real? This question was lingering in the news about three weeks ago and now I, with much time to spare, can finally express my views about it.

It is only Real Madrid that have the wealth, the status and the audacity to break two transfer records in a week. The simply staggering amounts of money involved in these transfers are easily more obscene than any hardcore pornos Chek Wei has stashed away in his hard drive. To accentuate their exorbitance further, Real Madrid have offered Ronaldo with an irresistable pay package, which increases his salary to a whopping 600 000 euros a week. Talk about a global economic recession! I think anyone with that sort of money should be ridden with guilt, so much so that he has recurring nightmares of malnourished children feasting on his flesh.

There are all the hype and commotion that circle the transfers, but the essential enigmas are whether Real Madrid can vindicate their ATM-in-disguise kind of spending and how is Manchester United going to find someone who can fill the shoes of Cristiano Ronaldo?

The first question is rather straightforward because there is no dearth of paragons that display the evils of big-money signings. One example I limpidly remembered was Leeds United, which had some windfall in the mould of a opulent investor, splurging their riches on the likes of Mark Viduka and Harry Kewell. However, their achievements could not match their ambitions and the following season, they were unceremoniously relegated to the lower division. Until now, Leeds United still find themselves stuck in the mire with massive debts to clear and struggle to avoid the drop. In spite of this resounding example, Real Madrid are a totally different class from these one-off teams because they are a team with an illustrious history. On the contrary, it is under the Galaticos structure when Real Madrid thrived. The only serious concern is Ronaldo's petulance and arrogance could turn out to be an insidious threat to the solidarity of the team.

The second question is a tad more tricky. Ronaldo had been a sensation since his arrival from Sporting Lisbon. He might be perceived as a brash upstart who was all show and tricks but never an effectual player. However, Ferguson knew only too well. He knew he was in possession of a priceless but unpolished jewel. Under the fastidious nurturing of Ferguson, Ronaldo blossomed into a world-class athlete, banging in over 40 goals in the previous season. Although the wunderkid may seem indispensable and buffet the very keystones of United's edifice with his departure, the deal actually, upon closer scrutiny, benefits United.

Ronaldo's performance in the season that recently concluded was truth be told, quite forgettable. Those days where Ronaldo toyed defenders with his panolpy of dazzling footwork were overshadowed by his snobbish behaviour and impetous acts of vengeance. His constant pouts and shaking-head-in-disbeliefs were detrimental to United's conquests, evident from the Champion's League Finals. Moreover, players (e.g. David Beckham) that Ferguson allows to leave usually come to no happy ending.

Therefore, the zippy Ron Runner might have evaded the fork and knife of wily, old Fergoyote, but with the cash in return, Fergoyote could order 20 succulent turkeys to eat 'till his heart's content!

Let's look forward to the day we see Ronaldo plying his trade in LA Galaxy!