It’s no secret that I grew up wanting to be a professional wrestler.

The lights. The chants of the crowd. The glory. The spandex. The baby oil.

Oh, the wonders of being a play-for-pay grappler.

The Mexican luchador, a practitioner of the ancient high-flying wrestling style of lucha libre (literally, the “free fight”), holds his mask as most sacred among all his possessions. It represents honor, purity, heritage, and strength – things that MDJ Superstar has long stood for in Philippine society.

Such is the level of reverence held for their masks, that literally the greatest shame for a luchador is to be unmasked in public. Such legends of the sport as El Hijo Del Santo, Dos Caras, Mil Mascaras, and Rey Misterio, Jr. have been known to shower in their masks, and even be buried in their masks.

Heck, I once even bought myself a plastic championship belt, just so I would know the feeling of walking into a room with a sparkling gold plate slung over my pulsing deltoids.

But I digress.

This latest present, sent to me all the way from the South American chapter of the International MDJ Superstar Fan Club of the World, takes the cake. It’s now my new favourite fashion accessory.

I have now arrived at my new alternative career: Mexican luchador.

Let the world beware, for El Grande Pututoy has now arrived.

Today, I put on a mask. I stop being a man. And start being a legend.

I have never been one to do the safe, conventional thing.

People have questioned why I’ve done what I’ve done both in my career and in my personal life. They aren’t usually the sensible choices, I will admit. Generally, they’ve been driven by no small degree of naivete and idealism.

That’s one thing I learned from my father – one must never be scared to chase down one’s dream.

This commencement address by Steve Jobs is something I loaded on my iPod many many years ago. I listen to it when I feel lost, when I feel purposeless, when I feel like I’m drifting away from living a meaningful life.

“Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish” is not a message a lot of people can relate to.

It’s not a message of stability and predictability. It’s a message that embraces life as its most raw, one that places faith in the universe to connect the dots for you as you chase down your dreams.

I hope this is something you’ve heard before.

Stay hungry, stay foolish. As I take the next big steps in my life, this is something I will always hold true in my heart.

I originally posted this a couple of years ago, yet it remains relevant to this day – especially with Skyway construction on-going. How many lives could have been saved if the MMDA could please just implement this ground-breaking technological concoction of mine?

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I have invented one of the greatest devices man will ever know.

It’s called “The Borange”. I think it’s positively brilliant, this Borange system of mine. I’ll call it a “Variable Lane-Adjusting Destructo Laser Beam” system

Its raison d’etre: to eliminate rush hour traffic on the Philippine highways.

(As a corollary cause, the English language will also finally have a word to rhyme with “orange”.)

To anyone who has ever attempted to drive down any of our major highways during rush hour, I’m sure this is a familiar sight – the lane you happen to be in is crawling with tons and tons worth of cars bearing humans with unbearably full bladders, whereas the opposing lane is practically empty. (See Figure 1a)


Why does this happen? I have drilled it down to one thing – the concrete divider separating north- from south-bound lanes. (See Figure 2a)

What if we could somehow reduce the space occupied by these concrete dividers – bring it down to a matter of inches, rather than the current 5-6 feet? Rope is too impermanent, steel too expensive. We need something more modern, more snazzy, more resistant against the forces of nature and errant SUV drivers.

Something like… a laser beam.

Let’s take the argument one step further. Imagine if the Robo-Pods firing out these highly-destrucitve laser beams were adjustable? It would allow us to actually adjust the width of a particular lane depending on traffic conditions! (See Figure 4a)

I’m also currently working on a more basic version for developing nations. It involves carabaos instead of laser beams, but there are still a few kinks I need to work out.

But in the meantime, does anyone know the way to the Intellectual Property Office?

This Christmas, we De Joya males, as strapping, cavalier, and hunky as we are – true blueprints for the prototypical Manly Man – discovered a gentlemanly new way to settle our disputes.

Four Nerf N-Strike Maverick pistols. One for the each of us. Each one a deadly hunk of finely-tooled canary-yellow plastic primed and ready to unleash a vicious onslaught of foam-rubber upon unsuspecting passers-by.

These Nerf guns are devastating pieces of high-tech space-age technology made available only to the finest specimens of Manly Men. Only the most physically-gifted can bear them; only those with the true soul of hunter may wield their awesome destructive might.

And how do we, the Manly De Joya Men, apply such terrifying armaments of devastating firepower?

Watch and learn.

This video also proves there is no such thing as the law of averages. Michael won four straight times!

In the words of The Sicilian from The Princess Bride: “Inconceivable!”

Not to mention irritating…

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