Time For Some New ‘Old School’ Stuff

I don’t mean to be passive, nor insensitive, at what just transpired here. Far from it. But like many of the most popular social network fodder that is being milked and bilked and squeezed by the so-called netizens of the interwebs, I just had to deviate. I am, after all a real deviant.

So, what now?

A couple of weeks ago, I was introduced to a new friend, Mr.Riki Tamashiro by my friend Weng Shimada. Turned out it was something from my childhood couch potato days – wrestling – that paved the way for our paths to meet. We talked  about this maybe a year or so, but was something  only in passing, that a Japanese firm, Reina , wanted to show the Filipino audience. The idea lay in my mind dormant, because with all the work and my delusions of grandeur with publishing my own comics, I almost forgot I agreed to it even before meeting Riki-san.

But they came, and I, for one am excited about this.

So, does anybody know what Joshin Puroresu is? In other parts of the world people have been following this, in Europe, in other parts of Asia, and of course, Mexico and the Latin Americas. I’m surprised no one here had the idea of making a tv show of ProWomen’s Wrestling here on local tv. We have some serious butt-kicking happening with MMA and the UFC, the drama and humor of WWE, but I think the only thing that comes close to describing Joshin is Rey Mysterio – just for the athleticism, the jaw dropping flying stunts, and …

The Mask.

Oh, there is an entirely different form of wrestling gear when it comes to Joshin Puroresu. Think Lucha Libre and you’ll understand what I’m talking about.

But wait!

There’s more!

I needled Riki-san, and he was really glad I asked about stuff. Turns out there is a Filipina blood wreaking havoc with the league,  a real firecracker, and is a champion.

Syuri Kondo, born February 8, 1989 is a Japanese professional wrestler, shoot boxer and kickboxer,  who debuted sometime 2008 as KG, or Karate Girl. No, this fierce 5’4″ & half of martial art skill and devastating kicks is one babe you wouldn’t want to mess with. And she’s a looker too.

I hope a tv network would  carry the matches on local programming. I introduced Riki-san and Weng to one of, I supposed, bigwigs at my tv network, but alas, I think the three of us are disappointed at the treatment. Me, I was aghast at the sheer disrespect of letting a guest, who’s already here, in our country, personally taking the initiative to bring this kind of sportainment that we don’t have. So I guess, I’ll do something about it and ask some friends (I’m not the only one working in the broadcast industry from my college buddies) to connect me with their own people about this.

And if you ever see the name Syuri Kondo, or see the face elsewhere, remember, there are other Filipinas out there who are not just showing off their bikini bods and signature walks, but banging heads and kicking butts inside the ring.

And do expect some Joshin drawing from me. I did a Muscleman animation years ago, time to bring that up somehow. And , lest I forget, these matches held by Reina help fund really practical causes. So if you think re-posting links, and photos of news articles about Haiyan/Yolanda helps, it won’t. So instead of being all keyboard-warrior, why not put together some donaions and really HELP out, okay?

And for some more Joshin Puroresu galleries visit the following links:

https://picasaweb.google.com/109626561853460833336/131102Reina5DumpChika?authkey=Gv1sRgCMrGrajl_4zwIQ#

https://picasaweb.google.com/109626561853460833336/131102Reina4ZeuxisVaquerita?authkey=Gv1sRgCN_dvfGwh4OUaA#

https://picasaweb.google.com/109626561853460833336/131102Reina3LeonSareee?authkey=Gv1sRgCJCIgLHdge-D4gE#

https://picasaweb.google.com/109626561853460833336/131102Reina2Sparks?authkey=Gv1sRgCNKRvMiDk4yMEQ#

https://picasaweb.google.com/109626561853460833336/131102Reina1JennyRose?authkey=Gv1sRgCJKigJW-qenwwgE#

Just Who The Hell Do I Think I Am?

I have always question my own selfish interests, now, more so, in the waking hours . Not that I am going insane or anything. Wait. I am insane, so no chance of getting any insane-er.  It’s more like a personal debate I have with myself every time things get too hairy or to close for comfort.

But since a friend dropped by and we enjoyed that half a bottle of brandy I was saving to spike my coffee with, it was worth it. Jof came by and asked to stay awhile , so we talked and we discussed those stuff that always seem to lead to out own misgivings, mistakes and triumphs at work. Jof, by the way is a wizard with design and layout with architectural flavor, and I kinda like that from the guy, since I can’t even do a decent 3D image with Google SketchUp.

But it was a short stay, and he has to leave, but not before we tasted a jigger of that fine Barley Shochu a new Japanese friend gave me ( domo arigato, Riki-san). But we had to leave it for later. And here I am, still waiting for some images on the email for my web design assignment.

So, while I wait for my housemate Jackson, and with the little bit of sobriety left in me tonight, I opened this blog and started writing stuff.

You know. . .

Stuff.

And masks.

Masks we all wear.

I have worn so many masks in my life. Hence that stinging title I place at the start of this blog post:

“Just Who The Hell Do I Think I Am?”

And it never fails to bring be back to reality.  Well, reality is much more cruel than any fantasy or science fiction I have read or heard. And there’s always a mask for that. Like an app. Everything seems to be an app these days. All for the sake of convenience.

So masks it is.

GuyFawkes

The most popular mask nowadays, but this one signify defiance.

We wear different kinds.

There was an uprising, a demonstration, an event that happened worldwide. With masks, to defy those people in power who wear masks. So what better way as a counterpoint to all that’s happening, but with another mask? Frankly, it’s humorous and frightening. It frightens me when time comes I can’t restrain myself anymore and go to the streets to sound off my own grievances. We are society and this is our fault. And we are also the society that should change things.

But how?

Even now, my Tweetdeck is buzzing and endlessly rolls feeds of tweets and RT‘s of things #MillionMaskMarch and yet did the media cover it extensively as they would cover an old musician’s sex life?

No.

Did my network have a substantial coverage of the event that happened here and elsewhere?

A little.

They said there were only a handful of people out there in Batasan.

And yet, it was happenning.

Like the elephant in the room that nobody sees. Or the pubic hair in the punch bowl that everyone ignores, so as not to make a commotion.

But what the heck right? Who do I think I am? have I the right to complain about such things? Even at my workplace there are masks present. Mask we use to buffer ourselves from some wannabe-power-hungry-authority-grabber personality. Since when did connection weigh much over skill? Since when did name dropping ever get anywhere in this life?

I guess we are doomed then. Here we are complaining and getting all riled up about PDAF and politicians, and yet the workplace alone is a boiling room of politics!

But, fuck that, I’m too laid back now and too cool to rant about such things.

I’ll just enjoy this mask of content until the alcohol wears off. Or maybe if those emails contains the images I’m waiting for.