Thursday, December 26, 2013

Can Love Exist Between A Playboy and A Kindergarten Teacher?

It was a strange face that poked me in the jeep. She asked if she could sit next with me. Bitch, this was the front of the jeep (see jeep guide) and I am a resident of the village.

She was cute so I let her.  

I started talking to her. Building comfort. I am quite good with navigating the culture now. Expert level. She was a kindergarten teacher in an exclusive school for the rich kids. She was cute. You had to be cute for that.

I met up with her in the park. I did all the psychological test on her. All my “game” psychology tricks. Amazingly, she passed it all with flying colors. I was shocked. Never had anyone demolished my test as she did. I’m talking about samples of hundreds of girls across the globe. And only now did I get a consistency of answers.

27 years old.. cute as a button.. Kindergarten teacher in an exclusive school. Graduated magna cum-laude. Oh shitzz. This could be serious material.

Then….

She told me her story. She has a kid.

BOOM.

But in fairness, it was a really a sad story. Please give me time before passing judgment.
She had a kid in marriage. She is married but her husband passed away.

DOUBLE BOOM!

Dilemma. I had never experienced this before. I wasn’t sure. I'm still not sure. For one thing, I am already a player and this girl is a fragile creature.

Anyways.. I didn’t have an answer of what to do. So I kept in contact with her. She was hesitant.. like she knew the deal. I kept meeting up with her after her class and we would walk together to the van service.

I liked our time together and I felt getting more and more emotionally attached to her.

This.Chick.With.A.Kid.

This.Player.Falling.For.Her.

Bizarre story to say the least. So I pushed and got her to go on a movie date with me. Desolation of Smaug. If you’ve been reading this blog you know I love the Hobbit. The thrill of the battle between good and evil. The philosophy that lies in the nature of good and evil.

She fell asleep mostly.

But not until I made my moves.. and locked a kiss.

Now.. if Bilbo was me? What would he have done? Would he have let the smaug creature, the greed inside men consume him?

Should he have let her go? Or ride it until the wheels fall off? All this game is suddenly becoming philosophical. What would you do?



Friday, December 20, 2013

Online Income Madness: The Problem Of Scaling From A Zero Exposed

//edit I have already surpassed this level

I have reached a threshold on my online income goal. I have essentially doubled the amount I earn online passively. Not one dollar. But two! This is $2 of gold!!!!!!! Here is a Chinese store cat of gold.



While this post will seem rather satirical, understand that this to me is an accomplishment.  I. Am. Dead. Serious. This income which is not just a dollar but a full one dollar + one dollar is worth way for me than any form of wage. It means something.

I would like to say that this income was created out of thin air, but reality is.. and what I’m learning is that online work is grueling.  And it will take more from me. More time.. energy.. sweat.. tears.. and other bodily fluids.

On a purely cost-benefit standpoint – this is lunacy. Yet I assure you that I would rather be doing this than working for corporate land.. or retail land.. or whatever large conglomeration of organization you put out to create profit.

This to me is $2. And it is real income.

And it will grow.

I have already surpassed the first big challenge. Which in true economist fashion I dub “scaling from zero.” The challenge of scaling a zero is that it cannot be done. A zero multiplied by any real number cannot be anything other than zero. You can not just make 0 into a 1.

But you know what you can make into 1?

Try this number.

0.01  (zero-point-zero-one)

This number is something and has the potential to become something. If you increase/double it per time period you will at some point reach the integer 1. I have surpassed 1. I am now at 2.

It is something. So don’t give up with whatever you have. You may want to move to out the USA. Maybe start something.  But realizing that the something can be doubled and double and doubled.. until what you have is something significant. That is how most people in this sphere got started. And it can be done. Just believe in yourself and keeping scaling it up. 

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Manila Club Scene -- Why I Avoid It


Backstory @ bottom

I had three weekends of partying and I’m feeling tired of that scene.

The bar scene, the alcohol, the women waiting to be hit on, the beautiful girls that are shallow inside, the foreigner pick-up artists, the fags, the frustrated jerks, and the rich kids.

Manila will suck you into this lifestyle if you’re not careful. #itsmorefuninthephilippines indeed

Don’t get me wrong. I do enjoy it but I can see how something like that could morph into a complex… and into an addiction.  

All in all, as I approach 30, I think I don’t really want to be an active player in the club scene. I like to check it out for sociological investigative reasons, or if there’s a fellow expat in town. This is great for the young guy. 

I will still go as it truly is fun! But I’ll employ the “no-drinks for me” stance from this day forward. My recovery time is increasingly getting higher and I do not want to squander this opportunity. I also view alcohol as a personal weakness, something I need to work on.

The clubs should be relegated to when I need to get some of my desire for debaucheries out. If I need to grab a tit or ass. Then bring home to my local sogo.
Manila Clubbing Scene- Oh My!

And there are options.

Another Manila option is the health scene. Basically the marathon people. Manila has a trending demographic of the fitness people and I would rather be in this scene than the non-producing clubbing scene. At least check it out. It might be too boring.

From what I see, these types don’t really go out on Saturday’s.. you hang out with them on Sunday mornings. The concentration of beauty is lower than the club scene but you meet down to earth girls that are much much better quality than their party girl cousins. Wife-material. You also meet executives and the deep pocketed people.


health: another Manila "scene"
The Back Story:

I got mugged and a Filipina came to see how I was doing. I was floored when I saw her. She is a fashion designer with works featured overseas. Accomplished and rich. Funny how our first date was supposed to be in Jollibee (she agreed).

She invited me to Prive. Which is the most upscale club located in Fort Bonifacio. From the website, Prive is a member’s only club with annual membership fee of $2,500 (big sum here for clubbing).

Me and a fellow expat went to a dinner in a fancy Italian restaurant for wine and champagne and were introduced to the Fashion people. Then went to prive for bottomless drinks basically.. tequila shots and Johnny walker black label (a Filipino favorite it seems). I got drunk but my wing didn't.

Tequila shot to get your date more "tolerable" costs: PHp300.00

So I am now questioning myself for drinking.

With Fashion chick.. I think there is no romantic future between me and her.

//Videos will be up soon.

Saturday, December 14, 2013

How Moving To Asia Stopped My Porn Usage and Saved My Life



The USA is a cold place with limited sterile interactions. The Female/Male dynamic is so that if you do not meet certain requirements, you will eventually miss out on satisfying man’s most basic need: Sex.

If you find yourself in a socially harsh environment this can wreak havoc on your health. The need to feel touch is an important element in the production of certain chemicals that does the body good.

Using porn, which is most prevalent in developed nations due to harsh social dynamics and the virtualization of every aspect of life,  can wreak havoc to a man’s health.  When women are not looking to bang your dick then you most likely resort to using porn.

Porn is a lethal addiction that plagues a MAJORITY of men in developed nations. It is only increasing as men turn into virtual world to escape the realities of their lives.

The thing is it is hard to stop porn usage in the USA for most men.

Why?

To stop porn, you need an outlet. You need women/vagina that you could use to empty out your stress accumulated from daily life. You need these women/vagina on standby.

But what if you cannot procure these women?  What if you do not want to get into a relationship for pussy?

You will need an incredible amount of will-power not to succumb to porn.

Non-porn usage gives men one option: the need to hunt. But what if you fail pussy hunting missions?

The porn cycle will grip you again.

Thing is ejaculating to a vagina is a need for men. Especially for young guys who has lots of testosterone.

Every porn use warps the brain a little. You empty out the stress but little by little you are warping your mind. Soon you might be fantasizing about banging Thai dolls in dungeons. Ten at a time.

You are releasing to a digital contraption, an artificial creation that hooks you, and warps you little by little.  

In the USA, with every failed vagina hunt your stress builds up. On top of that, you have other worries: tanking economy, competition for jobs, healthcare, what your friends think of you. Your stress is high. Everyone around is also stressed.

Most men resort to porn and it hooks them. They become emptied out shells of their former selves.

Now a different world.

Imagine an environment where your Sexual Market Value is high or just normal. You have as much a choice as when and with whom you release. You are in control of the level of days or weeks that you will sustain before a release. The women know this as well.

When you have control on the release then you are not susceptible to the grips of porn addiction. You hunt and you score on the weekends if you do not want to get into relationships. You can get in and out of relationships.

You start manipulating your masculine energy. Storing up to become more aggressive then releasing when appropriate. This gives you the masculine edge. This affects areas of your life including your work, your mental health, your physical health, how you view women, and how you view life as a man. 

Monday, December 9, 2013

How to Understand Manila's Political Society with Orcs, Goblins, Dwarves, and Elves

This is a non-PC article on the the inhabitants of Manila society. This is a who's who of the inhabitants of middle earth.. I mean Manila, Philippines.

The Goblins







The Goblins are the de-facto most numerous segment of the population. They represent 70% of the total Manila population. They live in slums and dilapidated squalor conditions. Life is harsh to them. One thing to note is that they breed exponentially. Baby factories located in slums keep the Goblins in squalor while their leadership exploits them. They also have limited education and limited opportunities for advancement. They are so poor and disorganized that life revolves around selling goods in street corners. Prostitution, alcoholism, and theft is a way of life. Dirty water is a luxury. Water is piped in community wells, sewage is almost none existent. Their life in the streets browns their skin to shade of the Navajo Indians. They wear tattered clothes or the men simply remove their tops. They spit, they shit, and they rob. Like the Navajo, the men resort to drinking, gambling, and the vices that keep the goblin horde “happy” but ultimately desperate. Their power is in their numbers and their affinity to chaos. Theirs is a sad story.

The Goblin King




The Goblin King is personified with one man. The Goblin king is actually a half-mutt that parades himself as the rest of the Goblin horde. He champions the vices that Goblins love: womanizing, alcoholism, and most astutely theft. The Goblin king sits on top of the great Goblin society and controls the electoral votes of his underlings. He wields power over the slums, through numbers, and through chaos. Manila is under his reign as its Mayor. Under the Goblin king are an army of other Goblin officers, but due to their cunning and intelligence they will be considered a separate class.. they are the Orcs.

Orcs




The Orcish class is a class that used to be Elves. But through their need for survival and their thirst for power, they have allowed immorality to lead them astray to lord over their domains and territories. The Orcs are found in the political class of the dynastic families and empires that span provinces to provinces, barrios to barrios, police districts to police districts. Manila is their center. They are usually quite adept survivalist and organized into families and into fraternal brotherhoods. They are the old boys clubs of the Philippines. They will kill when crossed. The Orcs are seen as warring among themselves on National TV. Through slander, scandal, and threat, they keep the change of power dynamics at bay. The Orcs are clannish in nature and operates on a Hierarchical pyramid. There are several chieftain of the Orcish class – with each specializing in a necessary evil to keep Philippine machinations humming. The time of the Orcs is threatened by the return of the Dwarves.


Dwarves

ms. anti goblin culture - Bianca Gonzales



The Dwarves are the middle-class to upper-middle class Filipinos. They have introduced order into their lives. They are roughly 20% of the population scattered world-wide. They carry a different set of values than the Goblins and through it they rise in rank into comfort and stability. They have almost been wiped out with the ascent of the Orcs in the 80’s. Driven away under threat or pressured to leave for greener pasteur’s. But the winds of economy are giving rise to the new generation of Dwarves. The Dwarves holds the Filipino culture and society in positive light. The majority of the Dwarvish class live overseas where they monitor and hold intellectual arguments over the plight of their country. The new generation of Dwarves are learned in both the old and new ways. They are great at running businesses, new operations, and establishing new legitimate institutions. They challenge the existing order held by the Goblins-Orc . The age of Dwarves has not come, but slowly the Dwarves are gaining traction. The Dwarvish girls are pretty, refined, with a strong sense of honor, and strongly nationalistic.

Men





The race of men are the foreigners. Beings from foreign places, usually developed nations, these men have a role to play in the development of Philippine society. The answer lies in their thoughts and in their hearts. Their natural understanding of “the ways of men” makes them especially valuable to the introduction of new materials, thoughts, and operations vital to the continued survival of the Philippines. They come from across the globe, an army of fresh arrivals seeking new life in the pearl of the east. The men are usually weary from battle and seek refuge in the Philippines. One thing to note. They are easily corrupted, for they seek power above all else. But hope lies in them.

Elves



The great kingdom of the Elves. They are few and almost forgotten. They belong neither to the Philippines nor to any other nations. They are beautiful and gifted. They are also ruthless and deadly. They are remnants of the oldest order. A class that holds the values of the ancients. The elves are full of wisdom, but they are old, and the world is changing. They hole themselves in beautiful hallways lined with gold and silver. They produce offspring’s that shine with light and order and beauty. Yet, the Elves are only concerned for their own continuation. They care nothing about the plight of others. The Elves are unheard, unseen, but where they cast their interests sway the definitive path of the Philippines. They will not return to glory for they have opted to leave instead of battle.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

I Got Mugged and What You Can Learn From It


Manila, the Bruja, at night. 
The night has fallen. The city rats come out to forage dirty left-overs.

3WH steps out of the bus. He breathes the foul air of the public market nearby. He is happy.

He looks around the Christmas bazaars that has formed around the public market. He notices the whole of the market has closed but the vendors have poured outside in the street to sell their wares. He is amazed at what he sees. A truly different alien world mixed of Chinese goods and poverty class army of hawkers. He looks for a worthwhile product. He reminds himself it was his mission to investigate.

Investigate he did.

He goes around the public market to see what sorts of critters he will find in the graveyard of stalls. He advances into the darkness of an alley that line the side of the desolate market. The calm moon barely lit the way and nothing else. He took his iPhone to illuminate his way.

He hears rustles. He sees a small figure of a man. 

It must be vendors sleeping here,” he mutters to himself.

He didn’t think he was in danger. He had been too far shadier places in Latin-america.  He thought he blends-in even though countless others have told him that he stands out.

He advances armed only with the light of his iPhone.

On the very back of the market he sees lights and the faint hum of music. There were people. It quiet his mind. He takes a closer look and peers inside the shanty bar. Wooden chairs, and a music machines, and maybe 8 men. He looks at them. They look back with a drunkard glance.

Someone has entered their territory. 3WH knew it. He has pushed his luck this night.

He steps away. Proceeds to go back to the bustling of the street away from the quiet corner. He cannot see so he uses his iPhone.

30 meters away to the lighted street. He could see more figures in the darkness following him. Through closed stalls they were obviously stalking him.

It will be just a matter of time,” he mutters to himself.


from the shadow, they stalk
He removes his gold chain off his neck and quietly stuffs it in his shoes.

A figure arises from the front. He stops.

Just give them what they want,” he remembers a voice uttered by a friend on what exactly to do in this situation.

One in front. Two in the Back. 30 meters from the street. A closed market.

This was not a pickup. This was a hold-up.

They approached. I gave my wallet and the iPhone. I did not see a blade, but I was told there was one.

They left. I walked to the street. WTF next? Went to a police station reported the crime. Went to a taxi and went home.

Went home, reported and reordered everything. The next day I had my license back.

It was an interesting story. I have lost some things, but interestingly, they didn't’t take what was important to me. 
If your surrounding is increasingly turning into this picture.. you should turn back
Taken:
Leather Wallet
Cash – Php600 ($15)
Iphone 4 (w/ cracked screen) 3 years old with hardware problems.
ID – Village ID, American License, American Debit Card, Philippine Debit Card, Philippine ID, numbers of random girls.
What they didn’t take
Gold Chain with my Patron – Priceless
Go-Pro with Mounts and Peripherals - $400 dollars.

The good thing about this venture was that it taught me what exactly it is I am dealing with. I now have upgraded instincts of what constitutes dangerous situation. I was dumb for doing what I did, but I had no clue.

Now I do.

Lessons
Do not explore slummy looking areas at night, stay in developed places
Carry a hidden stash of cash with you
Have a back-up wallet at home  
Primary wallet should contain Debit card #1 and Local ID 
Backup wallet should contain Debit Card #2 and Local ID
Have all the numbers to report theft handy
Never bring a passport when you go out
Never bring US Identification (if you have local ID)
Never bring US bank card

Most important: always give them whatever it is they want.  Do not put up a fight. 
Look out for any place that has men drinking outside.
dark brown, no shirt, cards, drinking, unpainted hollow blocks, ghetto wood table, alcohol = signs of bad news

All in all I had it good. I lost some sleep over it but it really wasn't that bad. Those guys were drunk and I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Slummy people know who is from there and who isn't. In a way, I had a true crash course of Philippine society. Don't let it happen to you. 

Maybe it was Karma. From breaking hearts. If it was penance it was not enough. I think I’ll chill for a bit get my Karmic level up. I think this experience had made ready. Maybe it is time to write the 3WH guide to Manila.

Stay tuned. 


A moment of peace for my IPhone

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You have been there for countless years

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your pearly skin had led me to many skins

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I only wish I had left you in better hands

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We used to listen to this a lot in the train

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Dedicated to you

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