07.27.07
summer finals
I apologize for the lack of recent posts; anyway, my summer final exam is coming up in a few weeks, and I’ll be busy til then. I’m moving house within the next month too, which is a TREMENDOUS headache in every way.
So, to anyone who reads this, until next time, be safe and happy – and take care.
07.19.07
sakuragi makes the japanese national basketball team
JR Henderson, an American forward who has been playing in Japan for the last coupla years, has not only applied for Japanese citizenship, he’s also changed his last name to SAKURAGI, and has landed a spot on the Japanese men’s basketball national team!
I love this. Anyone who knows me knows there isn’t a bigger fan of the Slamdunk manga than I am, but this guy takes the cake. Changing his last name to Sakuragi is the ultimate. Mad, mad respect.

07.08.07
a million early july thoughts…
A hot Saturday night at home, and I can do nothing it seems without getting restless and edgy. My mind’s full of stray, conflicting emotions and thoughts and more than enough things to drive a lesser man than The Joel crazy.
Canada Day came and went, but this time it was pretty fun. I went to Port Credit – “Mississauga’s Village By The Lake” – with my mom to see the fireworks, which lasted for half an hour (longer than I expected, since I expected uh, very little) and pretty much blew me away, considering I didn’t really think a bunch of shops by the lakeshore would buy so much fireworks. They were awesome, and on hindsight I should brought a camera to try and take a video of it, but it would’ve spoilt the moment in the same way silly camera-toting tourists miss the whole point of entire holidays by just madly taking photos. My mom apparently loves these… festivals, and it felt good to bring her out there and make her happy.
The last few weeks, I’ve been swimming a lot, at least twice a week – except my super-busy midterm week where I hardly went at all, but that’s understandable. Swimming is fun, and I’m brushing up on my front crawl which has always been mediocre, no thanks to me getting chickenpox in primary 2 as I was having swimming lessons, and then never really getting back into the lessons after I recovered. The swimming teacher was more interested in prolonging our lessons than in really teaching us the strokes anyway, since it took months and months of learning a teeeny bit of new material every week to learn a single stroke. At least I can do the breast stroke pretty okay, but that’s cos my parents taught me how to swim with that. Stupid swim teacher.
I’ve gone down to the basketball court near my place a few times over the summer, but it always ends up with my knee aching for the next week. I think I’m going to stay away from competitive basketball for a while. It’s just hard, and I’ve… I still want to someday play basketball the way I used to, and feel so free and able to do anything on the court, be able to take charge of a game or even contribute as much as I could the way I used to. It’s just tough. Time will tell, I guess.
I’ve… had these horrible feverish dreams lately, filled with all these faces, faces of friends and loved ones and people important to me at one stage or another. What goes on in these dreams? Many, many things, that I know – but when I wake up I forget all the content; the emotions, however, stay, which leaves me in a strangely introspective, confused daze for the entire day. I guess deep down inside, whether I like to admit it or not, whether my conscious mind admits it or not, there probably are a number of insuppressible worries and doubts that bite at my ankles incessantly, as much as I try to ignore them.
So here I go, blogging again almost to myself. Which is what blogging’s all about, isn’t it? I’m me, myself and I here on this blog, writing out of my heart and soul. Unlike many other people with a blog out there, I’m not playing some character. This is who and what I am. I’m articulate in expressing what I feel and think, even though what I feel and think may not be – heck, it isn’t; what I feel and think is a messed-up melancholy melange of gobbledegook, ricocheting unceasingly between the walls of my fragile psyche, weakening these very walls with every new unnerving ping-pong impact.
Oh f*ck it all, I’m going to go downstairs to play Winning Eleven 9 and “shooto” my troubles away. Unless I lose, of course. GOGOGOGOGOOOAALLLL…!
the irrelevance of cnn
Posted in joeloholic commentary at 2:18 am by mr joel
It’s been nearly six years since 911, that fateful night before my Chemistry O level practical examination, where I sat in my living room in Serangoon Gardens, Singapore watching with my mom and siblings (my dad was on a flight to Canada when it happened) as reality showed it can often be far, far worse than fiction. But what reality do we see when we switch on the TV anymore?
Perhaps I may attribute this to me “growing up” in the years since, but as time has passed since I moved here to Canada, CNN has gradually lost its educational value to me, and consequently, I’ve practically ceased watching CNN altogether.
Why? The credibility of CNN’s ability to deliver objective, informative news in recent years has deteriorated, in my opinion, to near nothingness. From dedicating entire evenings, night after night, to covering the Wacko Jacko trial instead of the Iraq War a few years ago. From their non-stop coverage of Paris Hilton’s / Lindsay Lohan’s / Britney Spears’ latest shenanigans.
This may just be my viewpoint, but it seems to me that as the years since 911 have gone by, there increasingly seems to be an agenda behind CNN’s coverage. To prove a hidden-to-the-untrained-eye political point? To distract the masses from the horrors that are happening halfway across the globe – or in America’s own back yards?
When the horrific shootings at Virginia Tech happened, CNN seized its opportunity to sink its claws into it, trying to squeeze feel-good heroic stories and tear-jerking tales of the fallen alike from everyone they could get their hands on. The nadir, to me, was seeing Paula Zahn at the candlelight vigil, trying hard to fluff up the event with hyperbole and whatever dramatic emo-nonsense she could come up with. Leave the kids alone, for heaven’s sake – their friends are dead forever and they’re just trying to show them some respect, pray for them, remember them, mourn them… the last thing they want is to have some “journalist” standing there, pretending to be emotional, shoving a mic into their faces to milk another sob story.
NFL-er Michael Vick recently got into trouble for allegedly having dog fights in his house. I switched on the TV just now, and flipped past CNN. Paula Zahn was “interviewing” 2 African-American journalists regarding the issue that hip-hop music was endorsing dog fighting. They flashed a video clip of a Jay-Z music video with dogs snarling at each other. Worth noting is that one of the guests was Jason Whitlock, whose name should resonate to MANY people out there: he’s an ignorant, confused, deceitful, self-righteous and racist journalist who fancies himself the next coming of Rosa Parks. 90 percent of the CNN piece was dedicated to him shouting and waving his hands at the camera and denouncing (too) loudly the evils of hip-hop culture, yet claiming that he wasn’t “anti hip-hop” because he himself had released/produced some hip-hop music himself.
Zahn let Whitlock, who rudely interrupted and talked over both her and the other guest on numerous occasions, go on for minutes on end – while shushing the other level-headed guest every time he seemed to have a counterpoint to make. Finally, when it seemed that the other journalist was going to mount a good argument against Whitlock’s generalized damnation of all of hip-hop, Zahn declared that they were running out of time, and ended the segment, much to the dismay of the journalist, who hadn’t uttered more than a few sentences in the entire time he was on air.
Ironically, in my disgust, I flipped the channels up to TVTROPOLIS to watch Seinfeld – which had sadly just ended – then, as I flipped past MTV’s airheaded programming, I chanced on BET, which had Chamillionaire’s “EVENING NEWS” video on. I can’t find it on youtube because it’s brand new, but the video features a faux-news broadcast with Chamillionaire having a heated debate with “Bill O’Wiley” (played by Chamillionaire), with Cham brilliantly bringing up a number of pressing issues in his rhymes – ultimately however, when it seems Cham is about to make another good point, he is shushed as “O’Wiley’s” half of the screen devours Cham’s half, and the victorious “O’Wiley” smiles at the screen as the video ends. F*cking on point, Chamillionaire.
My purpose in recounting my views on CNN’s Michael Vick dogfighting piece here is that CNN had an agenda. They wanted to illustrate something about hip-hop and dogfighting; they played the videos that supported their point; they let a guest who they knew would obviously leap on their bandwagon and self-righteously preach away have his way; they prevented the guest who had a different point of view from what they wanted to present have a chance to air his views. Objective? No. Effective? Hell yeah, to the uninformed.
When the V-Tech massacre happened, why didn’t CNN have a feature saying that some hip-hop musicians out there are actually trying to inform, educate, and better the lives of our youths? That there are hip-hop artists who are trying to prevent things like V-Tech from happening? Why didn’t they show a clip Kelly Rowland’s “Stole” – a beautiful, melancholy song about an alienated, bullied student who shoots up his school and then turns the gun on himself? The song resonates from both the suicidal shooter’s point of view, as well as those of the poor students – an aspiring actress, a promising basketball player – whose lives were stolen; and without making any grand political point, it just mourns the senseless loss of stolen lives.
Because, as I’ve said before, CNN presents “news” with an agenda – their agenda. Not to inform, nor to educate, but to bring their point across – or, when the occasion requires it, to bludgeon our senses senseless with mindless celebrity ramblings. Is it any wonder why people young and old the world across are turning their backs on the mainstream media, and getting their news from blogs – because even though bloggers usually have a point to make, they’re at least transparent about it, and don’t masquerade their arguments as “news”?
In the last six years, CNN has played a huge part in making the world believe in the existence of WMD’s in Iraq, WMD’s which to this day, years after the US seized power there, more than half a year after Saddam’s death, have yet to be found. You cannot doubt that CNN has played a big part in that lie to the entire world, which many of us bought into. They aren’t the only media agency responsible, but their reach extends to every corner of the globe; CNN influences the viewpoints of millions.
To conclude, I would like to challenge everyone out there to watch CNN’s coverage from now on with a grain of salt. To look at other news agencies as a counterpoint, to think about current events as a backdrop, and wonder…
…What the hell is CNN trying to cram down my throat today?
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