LITERARY PORTFOLIO

Nathaniel Tantay
Aka
Nathan long (the jade dragon)

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 When Daniel Found LOVE
URL where it was published online:
https://www.wattpad.com/396154644-the-jade-sparrow-chapter-eight-when-daniel-found

This was the first formal written piece I have ever written. I wrote it for a school-wide short story writing
competition back when I was 14, in my sophomore year in highschool. It won first place to my surprise,
despite juniors and seniors also having sent entries.

There was once a boy named Daniel who had five imaginary friends. These were five
butterflies, each with their own color, and their own basic nature. One was
named Sunlight, its wings were colored yellow, and was always the cheerful one.
Another was named Azule, whose wings were royal blue, and was always thinking
deep, full of thoughts of great wonder. The next was named Stratos, wings of silvery
white and an ego as puffy as the clouds. Another was Kios, whose wings of jet black,
and whose nature, a total bliss. The last was Vermilion, with wings of flame red, and a
brave and impulsive nature. These five were always with him throughout his days,
keeping him company every time he's left alone. He never had any real friends, nobody
even bothered to get to know him. You see, his dad kept causing a lot of trouble in the
neighborhood. Ripping off people's money, and the sorts. His dad was an alcoholic, a
gambling addict and a regular con-man, you see. So the neighbors never wanted Daniel
near their kids, thinking they might get demonized by the son of a lying bastard. The
older kids would often make fun of him, push him around, and beat him up, and Daniel
would run home calling his dad. But he doesn't have a dad anymore. His dad left them
when he was seven. Realizing this, he'd call his mom instead. But she was never really
there. She was never really home. She was always so busy working, going overseas
with her Pain Society Seminars. He was all alone, so quiet, so sad. He was left with no
one to share his life with but these five oh, so perfect imaginary friends.

Then came summer, that time when he was seven. Daniel and his family went on a trip
to Boracay to relax by the beach. Daniel was too shy to play with anyone, so he just
waded around the waves near shore. He swam with his eyes closed because the salty
water stings his eyes. Then suddenly, he bumped into someone. He looked up, wiped
his face, and saw a sweet little girl by his age. She was the loveliest girl he had ever
seen. The girl stood up, smiled, and said, "Hello! I'm Elizabeth! Pleased to meet you!

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What's your name?" Daniel couldn't speak, his mouth just hung open. This is the first
time a very cute girl spoke to him. Heck! this is the first time ANY girl spoke to him! He
was speechless for a minute, but his five loyal friends flew to his ear and whispered.
"C'mon man! Quit being a sissy! All you gotta do is talk to her, punk!", shouted Vermilion
at his ear and made Daniel flinch. "Let the kid drown in his own doubts, he's too much of
a chicken to grab an opportunity this big, anyway...", said Kios. That didn't help at all.
"Maybe you shouldn't", said Azule, ever so full of doubt, "maybe you should just run
away, save yourself all the trouble of embarrassing yourself..." "C'mon guys, Cut it out!
Don't be mean!", said Sunlight, " Daniel can do it, I know he can! And I think the girl
actually likes him!" "Sunlight's right mah'man!", said Stratos, "I'll have you guys know,
Daniel and I have been practicing how to be suave when it comes to girls! Go show
them Daniel! Don't make me lose a bet!" Daniel was going all dizzy about his friends
when Elizabeth came and tried to touch Vermilion. "Hey, watch it!", blurted out Vermilion
in surprise. "Wait a minute", said Daniel full of wonder, " You can see them???!!!" "Of
course I can!", said Elizabeth. "Of course she can!", bloated Stratos, "Wait...... She
CAN???!!!" Elizabeth giggled. "They're real cute!", said Elizabeth full of delight. "I'm glad
you like them", said Daniel, suddenly all aglow, "They annoy me at times, but you can
always count on them to be there for you." Elizabeth smiled and nodded. Daniel forgot
his tactfulness. "Oh, by the way", he finally said, "I'm Daniel. It's really a pleasure to
meet you!" Elizabeth smiled, reached out her hand, and said, "Come on! Let's go have
some fun!"

Daniel felt something weird that time. It may be indigestion from drinking six cans of
soda in two hours. Or it may be something special -- the fact that a very cute and sweet
girl has made friends with him. They frolicked around the beach until nearly sunset, and
it was the most fun Daniel ever had in a very long time. He didn't mind all the other
people staring at him like some kind of lunatic. He doesn't even know WHY they're
dumbstruck in the first place. They were just playing. All he knows is that he is with a
very special person in his life right now, and there's nothing else he'd want more. This
was all he had ever wished for -- to have someone to share just a few moments of his
life with; to runaway from the bitterness of reality and just have a few laughs and smiles
and hugs along the way. Even for the shortest while, he would've given anything just for
this sort of chance. And today, right this very moment, that wish is coming true, taking
place in his very life, and it was just too good to be true! In Daniel's eyes, Elizabeth grew
ever so lovelier, each time he would gaze at her. And Elizabeth would just respond with

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a smile, everytime she notices. She treated Daniel like he was special. Normally, this
sort of thing that he does creeps out the girls, and Daniel would always end up getting
slapped in the face whenever girls caught him staring. He was having the time of his life
and he wish that it would never end.

But as everything has its own purpose, and every purpose has it's own time, it was time
for Daniel and his family to head back home. As the sun starts to make way for the
moon, Daniel took Elizabeth to a souvenir shop. He took out the all the coins he had
kept in his pocket. His grandfather kept giving him some coins to buy ice cream. It was
a good thing he saved all of them. He took out the sum of coins and bought a bracelet,
made of the finest sea shells of Boracay, and the only one of it's kind. "A one of a kind
bracelet, for a one of a kind person!", Daniel thought. Elizabeth tried it on. Her eyes
glowed, her cheeks blushed. She thanked Daniel and gave him a kiss on the cheek. For
a while, Daniel was in sweet bliss. Until the saleslady shook him back to his senses.
"What the heck are you doing lad?! You drugged or something?! You're freaking out my
customers!", shouted the lady. "No, I'm not drugged!", said Daniel in defense, "I don't
even have any idea what that means! I'm just saying good bye to my friend Elizabeth!"
"Elizabeth who?!", blabbed the lady, "There's no one here with you! And why the heck
are you wearing that girly bracelet?! You gay or something?!" "No I'm not!", said Daniel
irritably, "Elizabeth's right h---?!!!" But before he could finish his statement, he was
shocked to find out that the lady was right -- Elizabeth WAS nowhere to be found, and
that he WAS wearing the bracelet after all!

Summer was finally over, and it was back to school for Daniel to start the first half of his
3rd grade in elementary. There were a lot of fresh new faces in the class. There were
also a lot of familiar faces with him. And yet up to now, the memory of the incident
regarding Elizabeth still haunts him. Daniel felt quite relieved when he found out he and
his friend Dave are on the same class again. Dave went over to Daniel's desk to tell him
something. "I've got a secret to tell ya!", Dave said to him, "See that girl over there?
Kinda cute, ain't she?" Dave was pointing at their new classmate. She had shoulder-
length hair, snow white skin, and rosy cheeks. For a minute, Daniel sat stiff with his
mouth hanging open. "No way...", he kept uttering in shock. This girl, could it be?
"Elizabeth!", Daniel blurted out all of a sudden. "Elizabeth?!", jerked Dave, "No man, her
name's Louise, you moron!" "B-B-But!", uttered Daniel. "No buts!", shouted Dave,
"She's my girl-to-be, got that? So lay off!" Luckily, the recess bell rang. And the hot

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tempered Dave ran off to ask Louise if she'd like to have lunch together with him. Daniel
sighed in relief and wonder.

Daniel couldn't have mistaken her for anybody else. He could've sworn it was Elizabeth!
"C'mon boy! Get real!", Vermilion kept nagging at him, "You heard Dave, her name's
Louise! The fact that their names are different should be proof enough, for crying out
loud!" "But...", thought Daniel, "He looks just like her". "Come on Daniel", said
Azule,"maybe you just got sunstroke and started hallucinating???" "No, it can't be",
argued Daniel, "Her touch... Her kiss on my cheeks... Her warmth... They were very
real..." "What if she was Elizabeth?!", shouted Vermilion, "She left you all of a sudden
without even saying goodbye! Maybe because, he met Dave and she decided she
should get together instead of putting up with you! Yeah, like that's even possible that
he's there!" "Let the poor kid make a fool out of himself", said Kios, "It's his choice! Let
him be a man for a change!" everyone was silent. But Daniel was determined. There's
no way he'll let any chance to find Elizabeth again slip away. Even if it means, getting in
his friend Dave's way. And so he did. Louise always ended up real puzzled at the things
Daniel kept saying. And Dave always ended up being at wit's end everytime Daniel
would get in his way. It wasn't going real well for Daniel. He was losing on both sides.
What should he do?

It was the 14th of October, the start of the semestral break. Daniel was sitting by the
garden, digging a hole at the vacant lot of their neighborhood where he often comes to
play. He took out the bracelet he has been keeping in his pocket and placed it inside a
box. "Are you sure about this?", asked Sunlight. "My uncle taught me about the time
capsule...", explained Daniel, "It's a symbol of letting go. And also a symbol of keeping a
promise. Like how a pirate captain buries his treasure and comes back when he's found
someone to share it with! It'll be okay!" Daniel took a piece of paper, and wrote a letter.

It read:

Dear Elizabeth,

If ever you find this before I come back for it myself... I'm just right here in this
neighborhood... Just look around... I'm not that hard to miss! Believe me! Everyone
knows me around here! Like a celebrity!...... Well...... sort of....... Anyway...... I won't give

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up! Elizabeth...... or whoever you are...... I promise...... I'll find you! Wherever it may take
me...... How hard it may take...... Whatever it may cost me...... I WILL FIND YOU......
And when I do...... Please don't leave me again...... I don't want to be alone anymore......
Take care always, okay? I......... I LOVE YOU......... I'm sorry I never had the chance to
tell you this......

Lovelots,
Daniel

And with these, he buried his past, along with his longings. Like a seed made of
dreams. Hoping one day, it will grow to bear fruit to happiness. And maybe, just maybe,
when that time comes, Elizabeth will be there with him to witness it.

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 Blazing Through The STORM
URL where it was published online:
https://www.wattpad.com/396154686-the-jade-sparrow-chapter-ten-blazing-through-the

I wrote this piece when I was 17 during my first year in college, for another short story writing
competition, this time university-wide. Sadly, I did not get to stick around long enough to submit this
entry of mine, as my family had me temporarily drop out of school.

There is a saying that "The greatest irony of love is letting go when you need to hold on,
and holding on when you need to let go". If only Joy had held on for a little while longer,
things might have turned out a lot different than it already had. But I guess it's all over
now.

I used to read my favorite bedtime story every night back when I was a little boy.
Believe it or not, the One who wrote for me this wonderful story was God Himself:

"Soulmates are angels who love each other eternally, and who chose to live a mortal life
on earth. They asked God for a mortal life, full of hardship and despair. They chose to
be born in two different worlds, making it like they've never met each other before. Yet
they had faith in their love. They believe that no matter the setting, no matter the
circumstance, no matter how many times they live their lives over and over, each life
entirely different than the other, they will always be able to find each other, with the love
that they've always had, forever with them, for all eternity. They chose to live a mortal
life, full of hardship and despair, to show that even mortals can love each other this
much; that love is meant for the human and the divine alike. And you know what? Each
and every human being walking on the face of the earth is a direct descendant of these
two angels, each with their own soulmate meant just for them".

I've been holding on to this story all my life. And you know what? The story is true after
all.

Here I am on my way to church. It's been a while since I last visited. I've been too busy
these past few months investing my life on something I thought was a gold mine, but
turned out to be nothing but a heap of crap. I never had the time to thank my Creator for

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whatever it is He gave into my life. Now here I am, off to rant all my pain and sorrow to
the One I'm supposed to kneel down and present myself humbly. Look, I'm too torn to
go for idle pleasantries. I came here to talk and get this so-called "epiphany", so just
bear with me for once!

Okay, so I'm inside this small worship house, doing lip-sync to the songs I have no idea
about. Hey, don't blame me! It's not my fault I'm too busy with work to drop by House of
Praise and check out the latest songs from Hillsong. Besides, I'm in no mood to be
acting all gay, singing songs of joy to the one I'm here to rant all my bitterness and
despair. I'm not in the mood to be kidding myself.

The songs of praise ended and the worship program proceeded to reading the Good
News. What is it about this time? Politics, proper worship, non-believers, false prophets,
or evangelism? Alright, I get it! The end is near, our government is corrupt, there are a
lot of hypocritical religious leaders and followers, and Al Gore is a fake! What else is
new?! I know the end is near, duh! The whole world has been destroying itself bit by bit
for the past few decades, it's not like they ever listen! *Sigh* Look, I'm not going "Emo",
okay? I just want to get straight to the prayers and meditation part so I can get what I
came here for. If I bow my head, close my eyes, and think deep right now, the pastor
might think I'm sleeping.

Finally, we reached the prayers and meditation part! Boy, do I have a lot of things to ask
and say to Him! I closed my eyes, breathed deeply, and thought hard. Where were You
when I was calling for You as loud as I can?! Where were You when I was losing the
most important person in my life?! Where were You when I saw everything I've ever
held so dear shatter bit by bit?! Where were You when I was losing the only thing I've
ever asked from you?! And most importantly, where the heck are You now?! I was in the
middle of my ranting when suddenly, everything just flashed before me.

I looked around the area. This place is giving me quite a nostalgic feeling. How long has
it been since the last time I was here? The white sand, the calm shores, the cool
breeze, the stars in the sky. How many times has this place tricked me into making a
fool out of myself - looking for love in all the wrong places just to have a sense of
direction and purpose, when everything I find only makes me even more lost every time
I'd hold on to them. How many times has it tricked me into believing I deserve to be

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happy, when I'm always the one who ends up drowning in tears? And just how many
times must it trick me that this place, this feeling that this place brings, actually exist?
How many times must it trick me that this sort of happiness, this sort of love, really
exists?

It suddenly started raining. No, it isn't just raining. A storm is raging, thunder was
roaring, the waves are going crazy. Is this place crying its heart out? For a moment I
just stood there, looking up at the sky, the rain pouring down my face. I could no longer
tell if what's trickling down my cheeks were raindrops or tears. Then suddenly, the rain
just stopped pouring down on me. The storm was still raging, water was still pouring
down on the earth, but why isn't it dampening my skin? Why can't I hear the thunder
drown my screams with its roar anymore? "Because there is no longer a reason for you
to be drenched in sorrow", whispered a tender voice inside of me. It was a girl's. I
stopped myself and looked around. That voice. I know that voice. I mean, I don't know
whose voice it is, but I know that voice. That voice has been calling for me all these
years. I've been searching for her all this time, with no idea where to even start. And it's
always been the same. It's always me ending up crying my heart out, just like right now.
And it's always been her who my heart listens to. It's always her telling me to keep
going, to not give up, lifting up my spirit with that sweet voice of hers. And it's always me
following every time. It's always me ending up falling flat on my face harder than ever,
drowning in my own tears, crippling in my own pain, torn by my own sorrow. And here
she is, off to talk me into getting hurt again; when I barely haven't healed that much from
all the damage I just had. Hey, won't you give it a rest already?

"What might have you been doing here, My child?", said a familiar voice. He was
dressed in a glowing white robe. It was Him. "I'm looking for someone", I said, "I mean, I
WAS looking for someone. I've been looking for her all this time. But right now, I'm
looking for someone else. I just want to tell him that I QUIT!" "Quit what, my child?", He
asked. That question stopped me. What DO I want to quit? What HAVE I been doing all
my life? Isn't it that all I've ever done is seek to find that person? But then again, WHY
am I looking for that person? Isn't it because I long for happiness? Isn't it because I
want to find my rightful place in this world that I thought that place is right beside her?
Isn't it because of love? "I quit LOSING!", I finally answered Him, "I am sick and tired of
doing everything just to hold on, when I always end up being left behind, when it's
always ME feeling everyone's better off without! I am sick and tired of doing everything

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just to give love, yet always ending up like I'm the one who screwed things up!" My
hands were clenched, my body was shaking, I grit my teeth. Tears were gushing down
my cheeks. "Why?!", I asked Him, "Why am I always the one who gets left behind?!
Why am I always the one being treated like I'm expendable?! Why is it that no matter
how hard I try, it's still always me who keeps looking like the bad guy?! Do You really
enjoy making a fool out of me this much?! Well I quit! I quit being a victim of this sick
humor! I get it! I'm meant to be alone! I QUIT! So please... if all of this is punishment for
my mistakes, I don't want them! Just send me to hell already!!!"

"My child", He said unto me, "come and sit for a while. Wipe your face, calm your soul".
He lit up a fire around us. A FIRE WAS BURNING PROUDLY AMIDST THE RAGING
STORM. "Why do reptiles shed their skin?", He asked me, "Why do birds molt their
feathers? Why do trees shed their leaves?" "Like I care!", I said, "Look, I'm the one who
needs answers here! I'm in no mood for riddles, okay?!" "Why do people lose their loved
ones, then?", His last question stopped me. "Why ask me?!", I said, "How the heck
should I know?! I wouldn't be here in the first place if I did, don't you think?!" "Well", He
started, "reptiles shed their skin to adapt to their environment. Birds molt their feathers
so they can grow new ones that would adapt to their temperature. Trees shed their
leaves in anticipation of the cold season, only to grow back a better canopy at the spark
of spring". I remained silent. What does that have to do with me?! How do these answer
my questions?! "Now humans", He continued, "people lose the things they hold dear.
Let it be the things that they treasure, their aspirations and dreams, or the people they
care for. They lose them for three reasons: first is what they have or long for is meant
for a better purpose; second is to show them that everything else is just as important as
themselves; and lastly, because they are meant for something better".

He picked a stone from the ground. "Look and see", He said as He placed the stone
against the fire with His bare hands, "You are like this piece of stone. Its hard exterior is
everything else attached to your life. As you progress with your journey through life, the
flames of sorrow and despair shall rage forth and burn away everything you've ever held
so dear". I looked closely. Something was glowing brightly from the stone. I watched
closely as every bit of dust and dirt slowly burned away. Then He took the stone out of
the fire and breathed around it. The char-black layer was brushed away and it revealed
pure gold. My eyes were glowing. "But do not fear, my child", He continued, "For one
day, your heart shall become pure as gold. And you shall shine forth like an earthbound

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star. And the flames of sorrow and despair shall no longer be able to burn away
everything you've worked so hard for". I wiped my tears, I was no longer crying. "But
when?", I asked Him, "When will that time ever come for me? Haven't I been burnt
enough?" He placed the stone-turned-gold in my palm and said, "My child, right this
very instant, you are already starting to shine!" The storm has stopped, the clouds have
cleared up, and the waves have calmed. "You're already starting to shine!", He pressed
on, "And if the flames are hard for you to bear, do not fear. I have held on to you since
you first drew breath, I will keep holding on to you for all time. You may be just a stone
on the ground in your own eyes, but you are brighter than any gem in MINE!"

He bent down and picked another ordinary stone. "Tell Me something", He asked as He
placed the stone on my other palm, "If you found a lost stone on the ground, a stone just
like yours, which of these two would you hold on to?" I smiled, faced the ocean, and
threw the Golden Stone as far as I could. Then I faced Him and said, "Let my Stone
shine by itself through the ocean of despair of everyone around me! I'm holding on to
this one!" He smiled at me and said, "Good! You've found your answer!"

Here I am lying in my own bed. I was smiling. I guess I DID get what I came for. I guess
I HAVE found my answer. Now the only questions that plague me: "Where the heck do I
go from here? Where do I start? And WHO to start with? I was lost in my own thoughts
when I drifted down to sleep.

I woke up the next morning. My sleep was unusually refreshing. I did a little stretching,
drank a glass of water by my desk, then reached for my cellular phone to check the
time. I was surprised to see I had two messages in my inbox. It was from Jenny. What
does she want now? She's got some nerve popping out with messages when she's
always leaving me in dead air. Is she here to ask for prepaid credits again? Well, I'm not
giving her any this time! I read through her messages out of curiosity. "Hey, are you still
awake? I couldn't sleep. Mind if we chat for a while?", one message read.

I guess she wasn't asking for credits. I read on. The last message read: "I don't know
why, but I just dreamt about you. And it was a pretty good dream. But I woke up
suddenly. Are you dreaming about the same thing right now?" I stopped myself. She's
kidding right?! Of course she is! There's no way! Wait a minute. Why am I reading this
message over and over?! Why am I smiling?! Is it my blood pressure, or is my heart

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beating faster and faster?! Did she... through this silly message... did she just make me
feel loved?! "If you found a lost stone on the ground, a stone just like you, which of
these two would you hold on to?", the Lord's question echoed over and over in my
head. Okay, okay! Fine! I get it! I sighed, smiled and grabbed my phone, and sent her a
reply message. Here we go again! �

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 IT Ain't The SALT, IT's The VESSEL
URL where it was published online:
https://www.wattpad.com/535514597-dito-niyo-ako-hanapin-it-ain%27t-the-salt-it%27s-the

I wrote this piece in order to console my girlfriend back when I was 19. She got diagnosed with leukemia
and it sunk her into an all-time low. This was one of my countless attempts at trying to ease her pain.
This was also the piece whose core message inspired me into pursuing the art of magic.

Konnichiwa! Hisashiburi deshou! ("Good Morning! It's been a while!" in Nihongo) �

I know that like me, you've been to situations where things don't seem to be going the
way you want them to. It's like everything in our lives at that moment is just so downright
messed up.

Most people want their problems to go away quickly because problems make us feel
uncomfortable or sad. It gives us pain. And when we feel pain, most of us panic.

It is in the nature of pain (whether it be physical or emotional pain) to demand our

immediate attention. It's like an alarm that tells us, something within us is going haywire
and needs to be repaired. And sometimes the attention itself only makes the pain even
worse. Your field of vision narrows, and you begin to think that you and your problem
are much bigger and more important than they actually are. And sometimes, if not
oftentimes, there are problems we may just have to find a way to live with.

Surprisingly, I have learned through time that the answer is rather fairly simple. You
need to VIEW THE PROBLEM THROUGH A WIDER LENS.

There is a story from Zen tradition about a young student who is suffering so terribly, he
can't get a moment's rest. So, helpless as he is, he seeks guidance from his teacher.
The teacher advises him to put a tablespoon of coarse salt in a glass of water, stir it
around, and drink it down. The student does as he is told, regurgitates the salt solution,
and recites an entire sutra of curse words. "Now", says the master as he gestures at a
spring that's bubbling from the ground, "I want you to pour a tablespoon of salt into the
spring water." And the student does exactly that. And when the master instructs the

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student to drink from the spring, the taste of the salt is almost imperceptible...... "The
problem is not the salt", says the teacher to the student, "The problem is the container.
You have to make the container bigger."

Every great healer has his/her own set of wounds. No matter how good you are at
solving problems, there would always be problems beyond your current capabilities and
understanding. The salt would saturate the vessel that is your heart, and you would
need to seek for a way to dilute the problem. So how do you make the vessel bigger?
Simple, you share your vessel with others'.

I remember when I was a kid, my Uncle who works for Bantay Bata at the time, would
bring me to various orphanages to help with his charity work. I would get annoyed at
first because we were giving my old stuff to people I didn't even know. I would treat
them with prejudice, as if they did not deserve to be in my presence. But one particular
incident changed the way I saw those kids.

As I watched my Uncle rummage through our donations box, I saw my lucky shirt, the
one I've had since I was five years old. As I saw my Uncle give MY shirt to this girl with
"battle-damage" clothes (you know, the ones that have, like, bullet holes and stains on),
I started making a fuss. Then this girl handed me her teddy bear (also battle-damaged),
as she gave me an innocent smile. At that moment, I was moved. This girl who has
nothing but her war-torn clothes and violated-as-hell Teddy Bear, would give whatever
she has for me who was better off. After that incident, we ate snacks and played games
together. And every single one of those orphans became closer to my heart than the
kids I play with at my neighborhood.

A vessel is a vessel, whatever material it is made of. It serves the same purpose as any
other vessel, to store whatever is put inside of them. My vessel was filled with salt
solution I could regurgitate any moment I try drinking from it. But that girl, whose vessel
had but a few drops, did not hesitate to give to me what little she had left. And at that
very moment, my cup overflowed to an extent where the salt is almost imperceptible.

Our problems will never disappear. The pain will keep coming back. But when you
share your Vessel with the world, when you fear not your vessel breaking as you mend

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the cracks of another, you will find that the pain matters little. For as you pour your heart
out unto others, your cup overflows to an extent where your troubles get washed away.

I hope that these few droplets of insight I pour unto you from the vessel that is my heart
would at least lessen the salt that saturates yours.

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 ONE "LAST" SUICIDE MISSION
URL where it was published online:
https://www.wattpad.com/334836771-the-jade-sparrow-chapter-six-one-last-suicide

This piece is a chapter straight out of an ongoing wattpad story I used to write. I took an “unhinged”,
“no-holds-barred”, “brutal honesty” approach in writing that particular piece. I am quite sure you would
find it quite UNIQUE. Maybe even in an almost squeamish manner.

LONGING
by YIN Del Prado

They say LIFE is all about DREAMS and How WE Make Them Happen
There'll be Ups and There'll be Downs, WE Can Never Be Too Certain
And that LOVE is Like a Gamble, which Ends WE Never Knew
All These Things Seemed so Vague, Until The Day that I Met YOU

Here's This Feeling That's ReKindling, IT's just So Hard to Describe

Like a Warm and Cozy Ember, IT Keeps Burning Deep Inside
Like an Enormous Roaring Flame, IT Keeps Shouting Out Your Name
When YOU Reached Your Hand Out For ME, MY LIFE's Never Been The Same

But How Can I Be Sure, When EveryThing's Just So Deceiving?

How Can I Be Certain That I Would Have a Happy Ending?
When Countless Others Gone Before ME Have Tried and Have Fallen
Like Foolish Moths, Soaring Through Fire, Who Have Burned Their Wings In Vain

And Yet, When I Chose to Fly to YOU, OutStretched Were Your Arms
I Inched MY Way Towards YOU, Entranced By Heavenly Charm
Even though Beneath ME are Ashes of Those Who've Fallen
If IT Means Staying Beside YOU, Let MY Bones Get Broken

For Beyond The Burning Ember, Awaits MY Deepest Desire

MY One True LOVE is Waiting There, Just Beyond The Blazing FIRE

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 Yes, a Certain LONGing For YOU Keeps Growing Inside of ME
And IT's Such a Wonderful Feeling For IT Sets MY Soul FREE

Even Though Mistakes Have Been Made, and Dreams Have Been Shattered
Countless Challenges in the Past, I've Stumbled and Faltered
I Will Keep On Trying, 'til I Finally Get IT Right
For this Golden Opportunity, I Shall Stand and Fight

For Even If I Run Away, This Feeling Keeps On Burning

And Though I Know I'll Just Get Hurt, MY HEART Keeps On Believing
That YOU Are All I'd Ever Wish For, Nothing More Nor Less
That YOU're MY One True LOVE, MY Only Source of Happiness

So Like a Foolish Moth Who Just Couldn't Learn ITs Lesson

I Shall FLY Towards The LIGHT, In Search of New Horizon
Even If I End Up Burning, Falling Fast On Solid Ground
Just as Long as MY LOVE Has Touched YOU, I Can Die Nice and Sound

And Though I Have Lost MY Wings and I Could No Longer Reach YOU
The HOPE That YOU Might Come For ME Shall Be MY Source of Sinew
Even Though Beside ME are Ashes of MY Fallen Brethren
If IT Means Lying In Your Arms, I'll Keep Living Until Then

For Beyond The Burning Ember, Awaits MY Deepest Desire

MY One True LOVE is Waiting There, Just Beyond The Blazing Fire
And If This Certain LONGing For YOU Shall Be The Death of ME
I Shall Die PROUD of This LONGing, For IT Has Set MY Soul FREE............

***************************************************************

MY Uncle Used to Tell ME All Sorts of Stories When I Was a Little Boy, Whenever I
Couldn't Sleep......

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YOU See, ME And MY Two Siblings Were Raised By a SINGLE MOTHER......
And She Has ALWAYS Been, THE STRONGEST WOMAN I HAVE EVER
KNOWN.........

And Whenever She Went Abroad For Work, Or Was Just Working Double-Shifts Late At
Night......
IT Was MY Uncle Who Looked After ME......
He Was THE FATHER I NEVER HAD.........

Those Nights Where MY Mom Worked Her Ass Off For US......
Waiting For Her to Finally Come Home......
They Were The LONGEST NIGHTS Of MY Fucked-Up God-Forsaken Excuse of a
LIFE.........

And The ONE MAN Who Helped ME Through Those Restless Nights......
The ONE MAN Who ALWAYS Manages to Calm MY Soul Through The Seemingly
Endless Nights......
Was THE FATHER I NEVER HAD.........

He Would Tell ME Stories......

Stories That Would Take MY Soul Through All Sorts of Journeys......
Through All Sorts of Emotions......
And Every Night, IT Felt Like I Was The Protagonist......
LIVING SOMEBODY ELSE'S LIFE......
But ALWAYS MANAGING TO PULL THROUGH IN THE END.........

I Remember Asking Him One Night......

WHY Do The Stories He Tell ME, ALWAYS SEEMED TO HAVE HAPPY
ENDINGS???

And I Remember Him Telling ME......

"The SECRET to STORY-TELLING, Son, Is Quite Simple......
If YOU Want a HAPPY ENDING......
IT All Depends On WHERE YOU STOP TELLING YOUR STORY........."

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I NEVER FORGOT Those PRICELESS WORDS.........

***************************************************************

IT Has Been a MONTH Since All This "MADNESS" Began......

Soooo Much Has Happened, In Soooo Little a Time Frame......
And Here I Go Again, Out On Another GodDamn SUICIDE MISSION......
To Show The LOVE OF MY LIFE, Just How Much I Fuckin LOVE HER.........

RAVEN: You ready? �

YIN: YOU Fuckin Kidding ME??? NO! I Was NEVER READY For Any of THIS Shit......
���
RAVEN: And yet, HERE YOU ARE... �
YIN: Yeah... HERE I AM... HERE I GO... ALL OVER AGAIN......... ���
GLENN: Whatever, Tatang! Let's go already! Just don't do nuthin stupid to Ate! Imma
KILL YOU! ���

And They Drag MY "CRAZY" Ass Towards HER.........

I Was NEVER READY For ANY of This "MADNESS"......

And Maybe, I NEVER WILL BE......
But RIGHT NOW......
As I Inch Closer to The SPARROW, I SEE IT ALL Very Clearly Now......
That Long, Soft Hair, Pulled Tightly Back......
Those EyeBrows That Give Her a Stern, Yet Caring, Motherly Look......
Those Multi-Coated Reading Glasses That Hide Her Beautiful Deep Brown Eyes......
Those Soft, Puffy, Rosy Cheeks, That Puff Perfectly Whenever She Smiles......
Those Lips That Look As Sweet As Candy.........

I Gaze Upon EVERY PARTICLE OF HER MAGNIFICENT EXISTENCE......

And I FINALLY SEE IT ALL VERY CLEARLY......
READY OR NOT, I SHALL GLADLY LIVE, FIGHT, AND DIE FOR THIS WOMAN.........

THIS Is ONE LAST SUICIDE MISSION.........

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I KNEW ALL ALONG, Since The FIRST Time I Stood In Front of This Extraordinary
Lady......
That MY FEELINGS Are The ONLY Thing OUT OF PLACE In The "EQUATION"......
NONE Of This Crap Made ANY Damn SENSE to ME At All......
But NONE Of That Crap Ever Really Mattered......
IT Just FEELS Soooo Damn RIGHT.........

And SomeHow, RIGHT NOW......

Despite MY Tendency to RATIONALIZE EVERY DAMN THING IN MY FUCKED-UP
GOD FORSAKEN EXCUSE OF A LIFE......
All This "MADNESS" Not Making ANY Sense, But Simply FEELing Soooo Damn
RIGHT......
Is ALL THE REASON I WOULD EVER NEED.........

Those Who Have NO MONEY, Are Called POOR......

Those Who Have NOTHING BUT MONEY, They Are LONELY......
But Those Who Learn to VALUE And NURTURE ALL THINGS, WITHOUT EVER
NEEDING TO DISPLACE THEM......
They Are Among The MOST FORTUNATE People On Earth.........

LOVE Is About BUILDING EACH OTHER'S LIVES, AND CASTING ASIDE ALL
DOUBT......
To LOVE Is to BUILD......
And to LET BE.........

And RIGHT NOW, In This ONE LAST SUICIDE MISSION, I Am About to LET BE......

But NOT. JUST. YET. ���

Not Until I Have Given ALL I Could EVER GIVE.........

Because As MY HERO, The LEGENDARY ALEX HITCHENS Always Say......

"LIFE Is Not The AMOUNT of BREATHS WE TAKE......
IT's The MOMENTS That TAKE OUR BREATH AWAY........."

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And So PLEASE, MY Majestic JADE SPARROW......
PLEASE Allow The Two of US, to Share Just ONE LAST BREATHTAKING MOMENT,
TOGETHER......
Because I Do Not EVER Wish to Let ALL The PAIN From This Fucked-Up God-
Forsaken Excuse of a LIFE......
To Ever FORCE ME to FORGET......
WHY I Ever Even DECIDED to RISK BREAKING OVER AND OVER AGAIN......
For That Once In a LifeTime Opportunity......
To Finally, EXIST AS TWO HALVES OF THE SAME WHOLE.........

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 BULAKLAK
URL where it was published online:
https://www.wattpad.com/531100058-%F0%9F%8E%A9%F0%9F%92%9D%F0%9F%94%A5-strangers-
%F0%9F%8E%A9%F0%9F%92%9D%F0%9F%94%A5-prologue-bulaklak/page/2

This piece is the prologue chapter of my most recent wattpad story. It is somewhat a monologue of me
contemplating my then-growing disdain towards the institution of marriage, the concept of monogamy,
and why some couples cheat on each other, despite all the time and moments they have accumulated
together. Pardon the eccentric writing style.

They Say That When YOU Meet SomeOne, and Feel Like IT's LOVE At First Sight,
RUN In The Other Direction......

All That's Happened is that YOUR DYSFUNCTION has Meshed With HER
DYSFUNCTION......
YOUR WOUNDED INNER-CHILD Has Recognized HER WOUNDED INNER-CHILD,
BOTH Hoping to Be HEALED By The SAME FIRE That BURNED YOU.........

In Fairy Tales, LOVE Strikes Like LIGHTNING......

In REAL LIFE, LIGHTNING BURNS......
IT Can Even KILL YOU.........

There Comes a Time In a Man's Life When He Looks Around and Realizes He Had
Made a MESS of EveryThing......
He's Dug a HOLE For HimSelf Soooo DEEP That Not Only Can He Not Get Out, But He
Doesn't Even Know Which Way Is UP AnyMore......

And That HOLE For ME Is, and has Always Been, RELATIONSHIPS.........

I've Gone Through This Cycle ENOUGH TIMES to Realize That, At THIS Rate, I'm
Going to Grow Old ALONE......
No Wife, No Kids, No Family... NOTHING......

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I'LL DIE and IT Will Be WEEKS Before The Smell Gets Strong Enough That SomeOne
Eventually Manages to FIND ME......
And All The SHIT I Spent MY LifeTime Accumulating Shall Be Buried to The Ground
Along With ME, So SomeOne Else Can Occupy The Space I Wasted......
I Shall Have Left NOTHING Behind, Not Even DEBT......
Just a Loooong List of REGRETS.........

But What's The ALTERNATIVE???

Every Other Person MY AGE Are Either ALREADY MARRIED AND HAVE KIDS, or
HAVE KIDS BUT NOT MARRIED......
And EVEN THEY Haven't Fared Much Better.........
Some Might Even Seem CONTENT......
But After a Bit of Probing, They Eventually ADMIT to Feeling FRUSTRATED......

Some of Them Cope By Fucking Around With Random Women With DADDY-
ISSUES......
Others Clench Their Teeth and WHITE-KNUCKLE IT, Coz "REAL MEN STAY FIRM TO
THEIR DECISIONS"......
Many SURRENDER Passively to Their FATE......
And The Rest Simply Live In DENIAL, Looking DESPERATELY For ANY And EVERY
Detail That Could JUSTIFY That "They Made The RIGHT CHOICE", All The While
IGNORING EVERY DETAIL THAT SHOWS OTHERWISE.........

Even The Rare "EXCEPTIONS" I Have Encountered Who Have Managed to Remain
Happy With Their Marriages ADMIT, When Pressed, to Being UNFAITHFUL AT LEAST
ONCE.........

WE Expect LOVE to Last FOREVER......

Yet Ass Many Ass 50 PERCENT of Marriages And Even More REmarriages END In
DIVORCE......
Among Those Who Are MARRIED, Only 38 Percent Actually Describe ThemSelves As
HAPPY In Such State......
And 90 PERCENT of Couples Report a Decrease In Marital Satisfaction After Having
Their First Child......

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Speaking of Which, More Than 3 PERCENT of Babies Born Into Married Couples Are
NOT ACTUALLY FATHERED By The Male Parent Who THINKS HE DID.........

And IT's Only Getting WORSE, Thanks to TECHNOLOGY......

WE Now Have More Dating And Hook-Up Options Than At Any Other Time In Human
History......
With Countless DESPERATE Men And Women Just a CLICK or SWIPE Away......
Making INFIDELITY, or Even COMMITTING In The First Place, MUCH Much More of a
Challenge.........

In a Recent PEW Research survey, FOUR OUT OF TEN People Believed That
Marriage Has Become An OBSOLETE Institution.........

MAYBE Then, The Problem ISN'T JUST ME......

Perhaps People Around ME Have Just Been Trying to CONFORM to An OUTDATED
and INEFFECTIVE SOCIAL NORM That Never TRULY Meets The Needs of BOTH
Men and Women EQUALLY.........

I Have Gone Through This Cycle ENOUGH TIMES to Realize That, At THIS Rate, I'm
Going to Grow Old ALONE......
No Wife, No Kids, No Family... NOTHING.........

But WHAT'S TAKING ME SO LONG???

What's KEEPING ME From ENDING This Miserable Existence of Mine BY MY OWN

HANDS???
WHY Does IT Feel Like I KEEP WAITING FOR SOMETHING, or SOMEONE, Even
Though IT Almost Certainly Feels Like NOTHING IS OUT THERE???

I Guess Maybe, Just Maybe......

I Just Do Not Wish to Add SUICIDE Into MY Already Loooong List of REGRETS.........

WHOEVER YOU ARE......

IF YOU TRULY ARE OUT THERE......
YOU Are Taking WAAAAYY TOO LONG To Say, "Hi!"......

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Couldja Hurry IT Up Already???
I Am REALLY Starting to Feel Like TIME IS RUNNING OUT For ME.........

****************************************************************

STRANGER
A Free-Verse Poem by Nathan Long

I Long for a STRANGER in a time where all's familiar......

Where one knows the other, and the other knows another......
In a time where all conform to camouflage their flaws......
Afraid the cracks might show how fragile Our Hearts could be......

I Long for a STRANGER when everything's a bliss......

When all is Gleaming Gold, too bright for seeing through......
When we coat ourselves with Luster so the Light Bends Away......
Afraid the Light might show what's Behind all the Cracks......

I Long for a STRANGER, Oblivious to All......

Who sees Everything as New, like a Tourist in His own town......
Ever curious of what's Inside the Box made of Gold......
Upon opening, sees a Pebble, His Eyes all aglow......
He marvels at the Pebble as he throws the box away......
Holds It close by his heart, shuts his eyes, makes a wish......
Then throws It Into the sea, far as He could throw......

I wish a STRANGER finds This Pebble, in the Sea of all that Shines......
For I know that She would See, what another would ignore......
For I know She Feels the Same to all those that Glow and Glitter......
Those that Bend Light, Fear IT... Those that Bend Light, Fear IT......

For I know She'd Love to See what's Behind all the Cracks......
Those that are Most fragile, are The Ones that are Most Valuable......
For They withstood the Tides, as all else Drifts About......

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 FOR EACH CRACK LONGS FOR LIGHT, SO THAT OTHERS MAY SEE......
WE SHINE BEST WHEN WE FEAR NOT BREAKING, TO MEND THE WOUNDS OF
ONE ANOTHER......

I wish a STRANGER finds This Pebble, and throws it back Into the Sea......
So that Another might Find IT and Do the Same......

For each Drop sends Ripples in the Sea of Our Hearts.........

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 BALENTAYMS DAY
URL where it was published online:
https://www.wattpad.com/535514633-dito-niyo-ako-hanapin-balentayms-day

This piece was originally an article I wrote for a Dating Forum in which I used to be among their so-called
Elite Inner Circle, as one of their “Dating Coaches”. Back then, and even now, almost every single person
within the forum, has been obsessed with keeping their “Rap Sheet” as pristine as they can manage.
Imagine their surprise when I fearlessly admitted to all of them that me of all people, an elite member of
the forum, have been spending the past few Valentines Days, all by myself. Once again, pardon the
eccentric writing style.

Would YOU Believe ME If I Tell YOU, I Have Been Spending Valentines Day ALONE
Since 2013???

I Actually Broke-Up With MY EX-FIANCE On FEB. 13, 2013......

Because She Had Been Sleeping With The Boys In MY Hood While I Was Busy
Working n Shit......
BOYS I GREW UP WITH, Yoooo.........

Well, Since Then, I Have Been Spending Valentines Day ALONE......

Yeah, I Know, The First Question That Pops Into Your Minds About What I Just Toldya
Would Most Likely Be......

"Wait, I Thought YOU Was a GodDamn DATING COACH??? Ain't DATING COACHES
Supposed to Have THE MOST COLORFUL RELATIONSHIPS And All That Shit???
ESPECIALLY ON VALENTINES DAY AND ALL THE OTHER SPECIAL
HOLIDAYS???"

Well, Such Thoughts of Yours Are COMPLETELY UNDERSTANDABLE......

Butt THAT's Actually The IRONY of IT.........

According to MICHAEL PORTER, "The ESSENCE of STRATEGY, Is CHOOSING

WHAT NOT TO DO"......

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And THAT Is MOSTLY What DATING COACHES Like ME Teach OUR Clients.........

60% of What WE Teach Consists of WHY WE FAIL AT DATING AND MAINTAINING

HEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS......

30% Consists of The PROPER STRUCTURE AND TIMING OF DATING PRINCIPLES

AND SOCIAL PSYCHOLOGY.........

And 10% Consists of "PACKAGING" or MAKING SURE YOU HAVE THE BEST
CHANCE AT GETTING PICKED BY HER.........

BEING A DATING COACH Actually Means I SEE SYMPTOMS OF THE

RELATIONSHIP FAILING......
And THAT Grants ME The FORESIGHT to MITIGATE THE DAMAGES And END
THINGS BEFORE THEY GET REAL MESSY.........

YES, IT Feels Rather DEHUMANIZING, I Totally Understand......

IT Takes The "MAGIC" Out of LOVE AND RELATIONSHIPS......
But YOU Have to Understand......
While LOVE Can SomeTimes Feel Like MAGIC......
MAGIC Is Most Often Than Not, JUST A WELL-ORCHESTRATED ILLUSION.........

And THAT's Actually Coming From a MIND MAGICIAN Like ME......

Lemme Tell Y'all Another Thing Y'all Might Be OverLooking......

MOST Doomed Couples, Actually Prefer to ENDURE THROUGH THE HOLIDAYS AND
SPECIAL OCCASIONS IN FEAR OF SPENDING THEM ALONE.........

MOST People Even "PRESSURE-DATE" When Such Holidays And Occasions Are Fast
Approaching.........

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Because They Feel Like SOCIALLY INADEQUATE HUMAN BEINGS If They Are Found
Spending Such Special Occasions ALONE.........

I Normally Go On Dating Sprees From Summer Up Through The "-ber Months".........

Because STATISTICALLY......
That Is The Time Where Collegiate Women Are Done With Their Theses n Shit......
That Is Also The Period That Has The Most Number of Couples Breaking Up......
Because THE HOLIDAYS ARE OVER......
There's No Longer Any Pressure of STAYING TOGETHER.........

IT Is Also The Period Where Most Women Go "SOUL-SEARCHING" n Shit......

Newly-Grad Millenials Dig Dat "SOUL-SEARCHING" Shit For Some Reason.........

And "SOUL-SEARCHING" Millenials "Ain't Really Looking For AnyThing SERIOUS At

The Moment", Coz They On "A Journey of SELF-DISCOVERY" n All Dat Shit.........

And I Am More Drawn Towards SUCH Women, Than Them IDEALISTIC CINDERELLA
HOES Who Keep Wishing "PRINCE CHARMING" Would "SWEEP THEM OFF THEIR
FEET AND INTO THEIR MAGICAL PALACE" n Shit.........

Like CUM ON, Lady......

IT AIN'T A MAN'S JOB TO CUM INTO YO DAMN LIFE N SOLVE ALL YO DAMN
PROBLEMS......
YOU OWE DAT SHIT TO YO DAMN SELF, WOMAN.........

A Relationship Should NEVER Be "A MEANS TO AN END"......

IT Ain't a Woman's "GOLDEN TICKET TO PARADISE"......
IT Ain't No "STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN"......
IT Ain't No ESCAPE FROM YO DAMN MISERY.........

A Relationship Should Be "AN END ON ITS OWN"......

The ONLY REASON YOU NEED to Be In a Relationship With SomeOne, Is Because IT
MAKES EVERYTHING YOU DO TOGETHER, SOOOO MUCH MORE MEANINGFUL
THAN DOING IT ALONE.........

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 GAMING HIRED GUNS
URL where it was published online:
https://www.wattpad.com/74076417-project-omega-chronicles-gaming-hired-guns

This piece is another article I wrote for the Dating Forum I mentioned earlier. It involves an in-depth
discussion on how to efficiently interact and attract a certain category of females. Now while I
understand that what you are about to read may seem rather objectifying. I invite you to consider how
most established theories and principles in the fields of marketing, business administration, psychology,
politics, and even religion, follow the same manner of Variable-Procedure Approach towards their ideas
and concepts.

I have noticed that there aren't many Materials here on How to Game Hired Guns, so I
took the liberty of contributing a few of MY Materials for the benefit of The Group.........
^_^

A Hired Gun is a Female Set who happens to be working at the place You're Sarging
in, and was hired mainly because of her good looks.........

It could be a Cashier at the Grocery Store, a Sales Clerk in a Department Store, a

Waitress in a Restaurant, a Ledge Dancer in a Pub, or a Promoter in a Club, the Models
on a Car Show or Product Launch, or those with a job description similar to the
hooters.........

Hired Guns are Paid by the establishment to Entertain/Interact with You in a pleasant
manner.........

What's good about this is that there is little to no effort in opening up a convo with her,
but there is always a built-in Time Constraint on her end because she's got work to do,
and also a huge Value Handicap because male customers hit on her all the time.........

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Unless You're a Magician -- these type of folks (as long as they have Strong Inner
Game and wear a Ridiculous Costume with Headset, LOL) can pretty much hack
through Proximity Opens, Forced IVDs, Stealth Kino, and Built-In Number Closes.........

The only way to seal the deal with a Hired Gun, is to Number Close her and go for a
Day2 on her Day-off............

TIPS ON GAMING AN HG BY THE CASH REGISTER:

She's on the Cash Register, that means You only have about a minute every
transaction, and that's never enough time even for an opener.........

With this huge time constraint, the only way to convey your Intent, is to GO
DIRECT.........

Also, since there are other people next to her, such as fellow cashiers, her default
response to an attempted Number Close will always be, "Sorry, but we are not allowed
to give out any personal info to customers beside our names".........

FIRST, Write Your Number down on the upper half of a piece of paper, fold it in half,
then write this note down at the back of the top half where your number is on the other
side:

"I understand that we are both busy, but I am taking the opportunity to get to know the
woman behind all the pretty. I shall be back to purchase one more item. That would give
you enough time to write down your name and your number, so I can phone you and
take you out when you're free......"

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SECOND, find the cheapest item on the store and buy that, like Tic-Tac or Mints, then
during the transaction, complement her in a Cocky-Funny way, eg. "I like Your Eyes,
they're Pretty! Can I touch them???".........

NEXT, buy the same item again and tell her You're buying another one, because the
first one would most likely be wasted on Your "Buraot Friends", this always gets a
laugh.........

THEN, buy the same item again and tell her in a half whisper, "Hey, I'm running out of
cash, but I bought You some for Yourself because You seem kinda 'Buraot' too! Here, I
even made You a Love Letter!"

LASTLY, watch her from afar to see if she would write her number down, give her a
maximum of five minutes.........

If she doesn't, walk away and move on to a new set, at least she has your number if she
ever changes her mind.........

If she does, go on and purchase one last item, gesture for her to give you the piece of
paper with her name and number, and tell her, "ME and My Buddies are going to this
Bar later to chillax. Phone ME once You're free and I'll meet You up so You can join
us".........

This Method boost Your chances up to 70%, as long as You properly convey a C/F
Vibe......... ^_^

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TIPS ON GAMING AN HG IN A DEPT. STORE:

This for ME, is the Easiest Scenario.........

If Your Target is by the Clothes Section, approach and tell her:

"Hey, I'm looking to buy a dress for a very special woman on a very special occasion.
You look like someone with real good fashion sense. Give Me some suggestions! I need
a dress that fits 3 Strict Criteria! They need to be CASUAL, STYLISH, and most of all
CHEAP!"

Let her pick out three choices for a dress, focus on the cheapest one, then create a
"Yes Ladder" by telling her (with emphasis on the words on bold):

"Are You sure that would look good on her??? (she'll say Yes) Do YOU think she'll like
THAT DRESS enough for her to WEAR IT ON OUR SPECIAL DATE??? (yes) Would
YOU WEAR THIS DRESS if You had the money to buy it, or at least, when someone
gives it to You as a gift (yes)???"

After creating the "Yes Ladder" and Embedding the Command "You Wear This Dress"
through the statements above, You can now reveal Your Intent by saying:

"Great! I found the Perfect Dress! Now I only need to make YOU AGREE TO GO ON A
DATE WITH ME!"

Now, there are Two Contingencies here, but with the same Out, which is, going for a
Number Close............

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If she agrees to go out with You, exchange numbers and tell her You'll buy the dress for
her the day before your big date.........

If she doesn't, give her your number anyway, and tell her:

"Okay, just phone Me when You wish to TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS EXTREMELY
RARE OPPORTUNITY, to get a Free Meal and a Free Dress! Pleasure meeting You!"

This boosts your chances of a Day2 at 85%, the 15% only being the fact that she's
taken............

TIPS ON GAMING AN HG IN A RESTAURANT OR BAR:

A Beautiful Waitress at a Restaurant, is like a Professional Singer working at a Dance

Club -- She is seriously out of place, and is only working at that place to kill time until
she hopefully gets her Much-Deserved Big Break......

These Women are paid to Serve/Entertain You from the moment You settle down, to
the moment You Bill-Out and/or Leave, so You have all the time Necessary in order to
Sarge her, but at the expense of Your Cash......

LOGISTICS is most important in this scenario.........

You need to find out which days she is on duty, and on what time frame.........

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The best way to do that is to ask her co-worker, in the pretense of getting info for a
friend who's thinking of applying there:

"Hey, You and that girl over there (Your Target) have the same shift right??? What time
frame do You work at and what are Your Days off??? I'm asking because My Buddy is
planning on working here, so I'm helping Him out".........

Next thing You need to do, is do print out some Profile Photos of Your Previous Sets, or
make a FAKE PORTFOLIO.........

Now, visit the place on a day she is on duty.........

Spread Your Fake Portfolio on the table, then signal her to take Your Order............

Then ask her to pick the best photo in the portfolio.........

Tell her Your Friend Runs a Talent Agency, they're looking for Freelance Models to do
various gigs for the Product Launching of a New Cigarette Brand, and that these
Women on the Photos Sent You their portfolios in hopes of getting that ONE LAST
REMAINING SLOT.........

She will ALMOST ALWAYS be the one to Number Close You and setup a DAY2 for the
two of You, in hopes of Persuading You to Pick her instead for that ONE LAST
REMAINING SLOT.........

Later, after You go on Day2 and Lay Her, You can then tell her You recommended her,
but Your Friend and the Clients insisted on the Other Girl and even said You had
Terrible taste for Women............

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This will earn You points for sticking up to her, and Strongly Trigger the "Protector of
Loved Ones" Switch, and also make her Validate Your Taste with Women the more she
tries to re-qualify herself.........

This works MORE THAN ENOUGH TIMES, as long as the Target is an HB8 or Higher,
in which case, any target lower is never worth all the effort.........

REAL PUAs Never go for FOOL's MATE! ^_^

GAMING AN HG IN A CLUB/BAR/PROMOTIONAL EVENT:

This applies to PROMOTERS, LEDGE DANCERS, and the lot.........

Standard Solid Game pretty much applies here. The only exceptions being -- the
Opener, Parrallel Framing, the Excessive Negging, the Extreme DHV Spike, and Stealth
Kino.........

The details of the above, I shall write on MY Next Post, an Field Report with the CATZ
EYE BIKINI BABES............ ^_^

That's all for now! I hope this post has helped The Group at least as much as I intended
to! Happy Sarging, Players! ^_^

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 The PUA Madness
URL where it was published online:
https://www.wattpad.com/531162531-project-omega-chronicles-the-pua-madness

Now THIS particular piece I shall be closing this portfolio with, is by NO BULLSHIT, MY HEAVIEST PIECE
YET, IN PLENTY OF WAYS. The PickUp Dating Culture, and the Original Community that started all of it,
honestly helped me regain a decent grasp on my sense of self-worth. However, throughout the years,
the generations of Filipino PickUp Artists that followed, especially a certain “PickUp Arts Academy”
within our country, have BASTARDIZED what used to be what we treated as an ART, into a GLORIFIED
HOBBY. And so, one can only imagine how much it took out of me, to WRITE AGAINST THE VERY PEOPLE
WHO HAD THE MOST SIGNIFICANT IMPACT TOWARDS WHO I AM TODAY.

In this Intensive Article, I am going to summarize the major problems with the PUA (Pick
Up Artist) Industry and how it scams men out of their money. The false teachings and
predatory practices of the industry will be exposed here in full.

Contradictory Messages

The seduction community has two major flaws: The first flaw is that it teaches you the
very contradictory message that you have to learn to be masculine and be your own
man while catering to women and their actions. So no matter what she does, it's up to
you to calibrate it for best effect. If she wants cocky and funny you better be cocky and
funny. If she wants an asshole you better be that too. If she wants entertainment and
you aren't entertaining then she will move on to the next guy who is.

Ironically, PUAs say that they take women off their pedestal, which in a manner of
speaking is true. But in reality all they do is take women off one pedestal (created by
mainstream society) and put them on to another one.

This is the pedestal created by mainstream society:

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• Women are delicate flowers.
• To get women you have to give them compliments, buy them dinner, be a nice guy,
and tell them how much you want to be with them.
• You have to pursue women and win them over.
• You have to impress women with lots of money, nice car, etc.

This is the pedestal created by PUAs:

• You have to game women, figure out what they really want, and then give it to them.
Yes, it's a lot of work but who cares, since that's the man's job. And besides, women are
not supposed to pursue, since men are the ones with the "balls".
• Women evolved powerful screening mechanisms to discern worthy guys from
unworthy, and women are very good at filtering out men that don't measure up.
• Women shit test men and you have to learn to pass their tests or you're out.
• Nice guy behaviour is a turn off, so you need to learn to be alpha using cocky/funny,
various seduction methods, dominant body language, etc.
• There are numerous attraction switches that women need to have switched on before
they will want to be with you.
• You always have to be on the alert because women are always testing you to see
what kind of man you are.
• Only a select few men can become very good with women (most men are betas, or
AFC). Getting attractive women is an elite achievement.
• Women naturally throw obstacles in the way of sex. It is the man's job to figure out
how to overcome them.
• Women will always cheat with the most alpha guy. Unless you are alpha women won't
respect you. In other words, a woman is only justified in respecting you if she is
attracted to you.
• Be wary of giving women compliments, buying dinner, or being "nice" because she
can interpret that as weakness on your part.

As you can see, PUAs are merely a more sophisticated type of woman pleaser;
bolstered by a unique mix of fatalistic, evolutionary psychobabble, where women are
concerned. It's a more advanced form of ass kissing, but behind the scenes instead of
out in the open.

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The second flaw is that the seduction community never or rarely addresses those things
that women are doing wrong. It's like a child who throws a tantrum and instead of
disciplining him or her you take the position that you have to find out what it is they want
and give it to them. There's this intense fear that if you call out women on their
misbehaviour you are a chump or weak or unable to take it like a man. So rather than
do that many guys prefer to just take the "spoil the child" approach to getting laid. Game
is basically a coping strategy for women's rotten behaviour. If a woman has attitude and
is unresponsive god forbid you tell her to open up. It's your job to figure out what buttons
to push.

The fact is that PUA gurus almost never talk about the dysfunctional dating culture (in
North America and some other westernized countries). To do that would admit a
weakness that can't be marketed in the form of a product. In other words, you can't
make money off that.

Pushing The Fear Buttons and Twisting Evolution Theory

Let's look at Mystery for instance. He's always teaching coping techniques on how to
deal with any and all adverse dating situations. His classic line: "Men must learn to
attract women or their genes will be mercilessly weeded out of existence". Great line
BTW, plays on fear. And once the fear is primed a solution is offered. Very cult like. The
only problem with this classic line is that it's relatively easy to eventually propagate your
genes with someone, even in a dysfunctional dating culture, as long as you go out
enough and talk to enough women. Furthermore, the whole notion of "HB10" and
"beautiful woman" is biased because in Mystery's and his followers view, only dolled up
18-25 year olds are classified as beautiful or "perfect 10s", and since the PUA
techniques play on these women's insecurities (very common for girls in this age range)
they are lauded as superior; i.e. they get the "best women". And if the techniques don't
work, and they won't on older more intelligent women, it is said that these women are
not the best anyway. Yada yada and you can say that the techniques are engineered to
get the highest quality women and they won't work on the lower value women (anyone
over 25). It's PUA sleight of hand basically. The thing is, with evolutionary psychology
arguments you can prove just about anything. Lots of makeup is called superior beauty
and immaturity is called exceptional femininity. Therefore, the (dysfunctional)
techniques work on the "most beautiful, most feminine women".

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And then there's David DeAngelo, who does provide some good information, but also
some very bad. He seems to underscore all his good advice with this one sentence: "Do
this to get women". Learn hobbies, be funny and interesting dot-dot-dot because it helps
you get women. You have to wonder how far along he really is in his personal
development. But then again, he's making a ton of money so it's not as if he'll come out
one day, admit he was wrong, and then close shop.

Like Mystery, one of his favorite techniques is to push emotional buttons to get guys to
buy his products. He makes it seem like it's so crucial to get things "perfect" where
women are concerned. And what about the women? Well, they just dash you with a
finger if you get it wrong.

Speaking of priming the fear, just take a look at any PUA advertisement that the likes of
David DeAngelo put up in his online advertising campaign. Pretty effective marketing I'd
say, although a bit on the low side (even for him). It basically says that unless you learn
how to become more attractive (from him), women will think you are a big Loser. God
forbid that ever happens! I must do what David D says! Cha-ching!

Buying Into Feminist Propaganda And Double Standards

Currently, the PUA community sees women as superior beings, and men as generally
deficient (since we're the ones who have to be taught what to do). This is very much in
line with feminist propaganda.

The PUA community loves to say how inept the vast majority of men are when it comes
to women. They say things like, 95% of men are totally clueless when it comes to
women, which is a very suspicious number considering that meeting people is an
intrinsic part of people's social psychology — in other words, we are wired to want to
socialize and be around people. So it's simplistic to say that so many guys are
completely clueless when it comes to meeting women. It legitimizes the very real
difficulty men are up against in western culture, and introduces artificial solutions to
solve it. The PUA is an artificial solution to a problem that runs much deeper than just a
basic lack of "seduction skills" as the gurus claim.

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But no, don't criticize women and don't criticize the social engineering that molds their
behaviour. You can criticize GM and Chrysler for making shitty vehicles, and no one
would say the problem is with you. But if you criticize women for their actions then the
problem MUST be with you. And what does the PUA industry do, it capitalizes on this
artificially induced feeling of incompetence men have where women are concerned.

Here's some double standards that are common in the PUA community:

It's okay for women to be unapproachable (because that makes them selective), but if
men are unapproachable (or don't approach) they are labeled as shy or socially inept. If
a woman has a wall around her then it's your job as a man to "break through". You miss
100% of the shots you don't take, after all. Great line, except that it takes two to tango,
and if the woman isn't doing her part it's like dragging around a corpse.

It's funny how so many women say that guys don't approach them because they're
intimidated by a strong, intelligent, confident woman (more feminist propaganda). As if I
can know that about a woman just by looking at her from a distance. The truth is that
the only thing men can know about a woman from looking at her is, is her body
language inviting? In other words, is she approachable?

PUAs are perfectly okay with men taking responsibility for women's shortcomings, but
the reverse is completely unheard of.

Another double standard is, when a woman shows interest in you right away you have
to play hard to get and qualify her to show her that you have standards, otherwise she'll
think you're too easy. But nowhere do PUAs raise an issue with her expressing interest
in you right away. So it's okay for women to be interested right away but it's not okay for
a man, because that would mean he is easy and has no standards.

Women in western (feminized) culture are elevated to a level that is totally undeserved,
and in part this is because their shortcomings are too often spun as a sign of strength.
It's a serious form of deception, one which the PUA community takes to a whole new
level with their pseudo-scientific evolutionary psychology psychobabble which SO
MANY men fall for. Let's look at some of these false arguments.

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It is often said that women are more socially savvy and much better than men at reading
social situations. But the reason it might appear this way is because in this culture
women (as a whole) take virtually no risks and always play on the safe side. They are
so hell-bent on getting society's approval that they go to all these extra lengths to make
sure that they don't do anything "wrong". So as a result, we never or rarely see women
make a fool of themselves. Of course not; they don't do anything! Men do all the work,
take all the risks, get rejected, and then (many of us) go back to the drawing board to
"up our game". And the PUA is merely an extreme case of this.

Men in the seduction community frame women's whimsical, immature, standoffish,

selfish, weak, and stupid behavior as indicators of higher awareness, virtue, and social
intelligence. For example,

• A woman can't initiate and lacks conversational depth — The PUA interpretation: She
is testing your ability to "plow through" and lead.

• A woman is prejudiced and rejects you based on some stereotype she is carrying in
her mind — The PUA interpretation: She is picking up on some vibe that you are
inadequate or weak. Women are masters at picking up on subtle cues, after all. In other
words, you need to up your game.

• A woman can't take responsibility for her actions and flakes on you — The PUA
interpretation: You didn't do enough to attract her.

• A woman is with friends who regularly cockblock — The PUA interpretation: You have
to win the friends over (never mind what she thinks). So learn group theory.

• A woman loses interest soon after talking to you — The PUA interpretation: You didn't
stimulate her enough.

• A woman resists you — The PUA interpretation: She is testing you to see if you are
man enough and skillful enough to break through her defenses.

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• A woman acts unpredictable, whimsical, and immature — The PUA interpretation:
Women are more "complicated" than men and there are numerous attraction switches
you must turn on in order for them to want to be with you.

• A woman needs her friends' approval — The PUA interpretation: You must get her
friends' approval.

Looking at these it's pretty obvious what's going on. Women's rotten behaviour is
justified using some form of twisted evolutionary psychology argument, or deftly
reframing the situation to always put the burden on the guy to get things done.

Now imagine if a child did some of these things. What would the interpretation be?

• A child can't initiate and lacks conversational depth — Society's interpretation: He/she
isn't mature enough.

• A child is prejudiced and rejects you based on some stereotype he/she is carrying in
his/her mind — Society's interpretation: The child must be taught not to judge people
based on appearances, and learn not to stereotype.

• A child can't take responsibility for his/her actions and flakes on you — Society's
interpretation: The child must be held accountable in order to learn to be responsible
and respectful of others.

• A child loses interest soon after talking to you — Society's interpretation: He/she has a
short attention span (not a good thing).

• A child acts unpredictable, whimsical, and immature — Society's interpretation: This

behaviour is wrong and the child needs to learn to be more disciplined in life and be
more respectful of other people's time.

• A child needs his/her friends' approval — Society's interpretation: He or she has low
self-esteem and hasn't matured enough to think for him or herself.

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It seems that less is expected from women than from children. That alone speaks
volumes.

No Pain No Gain

In the PUA ideology, the process is supposed to be difficult. That's just the way it is.
Anything else is just you getting lucky or "fools mate". Furthermore, you have to
approach at least hundreds, or even thousands of women before you start to get
"good". In other words, you have to do tons of approaches before a PUA method will
work for you (since it is a skill just like any other). However, it is not quite a skill the way
welding or gymnastics is a skill. You see, in these skills you are dealing with something
neutral (such as gravity), which doesn't care either way whether you succeed or fail. But
in interactions with women you are dealing with someone who can consciously work
with you or against you. So knowing that it's a matter of free will, why would you choose
to work with someone who freely chooses to make things hard for you? A shy virgin can
get laid with a woman who really likes him, but even an experienced ladies man will
encounter difficulty with certain types of women. So why focus on something that's
difficult when there are clearly easier options out there.

The bar in the seduction community is low. Many guys will pay PUA instructors tons of
money, for basically just some motivational speeches, and learning how to go out and
talk to women. And these guys will feel it was money well spent. I read many glowing
reviews on various boot camps, seminars, and books but very few of the reviewers even
suggest that they got real results. Most of the reviews seem to be of the epiphany-
seeking mental masturbation type, which confuses delivery with content. This is a very
common mindset among the self-help crowd, where they just want to be offered a
solution that "feels good", even though it might fall way short in giving actual results.

What's missing in virtually all the PUA methods is proof that they work on a consistent
and reproducible basis. So you see, it's not a skill, like welding or gymnastics, because
these skills are consistent and reproducible. A trained welder, or gymnast can
reproduce their skills perfectly (or almost perfectly) every time. But for PUA methods,
you must repeat your efforts over and over to be successful (even the veterans). For
example, let's say a guy goes out and does tons of approaches after reading about
some PUA's method. Result: He eventually gets laid. He then lauds the method as the

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greatest thing since sliced bread. But really, the reason he got laid was BECAUSE he
did tons of approaches. Pretty much anything will work if you do it enough. It's called
statistics. It is for this reason that PUA methods are not a skill like any other, but rather
the law of averages masquerading as a skill.

A common way the PUA industry deflects criticism is by saying you didn't approach
enough. But it's like someone selling you the winning lottery numbers, and then telling
you that you have to play them many, many times to be guaranteed success.

You are not really doing anything powerful by practicing PUA methods, other than just
building up a pain-tolerance for doing lots of approaches; with perhaps some skew
towards certain types of women which are most compatible with your style and
personality.

Sex As An Elite Achievement

PUAs make sex seem like an elite achievement, and unless you are properly trained
you will go without it. You will notice that when guys on PUA forums post lay reports
(especially gurus selling something) they tend to break down the lay report in an effort
to explain how a certain application of seduction principles produced the desired result.
But if you look closely at the lay reports you will usually notice that, from the point of
view of an observer, they are basically just normal interactions perhaps peppered with
some PUA material which really makes no difference in the overall outcome, and
certainly no difference beyond just normal talking and basic flirting. If you read enough
lay reports you will notice this pattern. So it is a complete fallacy that anything that
results in sex must be a result of some PUA principle, or a combination of different PUA
principles.

And if it is not immediately clear how PUA principles could have worked for someone
who got laid it is said that this person either got lucky (fool's mate) or he has
"internalized" the principles. So if I have sex with an attractive woman, and I am unable
to break the interaction down into "tangible steps" related to the pick up arts then it must
be that either I got lucky (meaning there was no skill involved) OR I internalized the
PUA principles and that's why I can't explain them. But imagine the possibility that the
interaction cannot be broken down in terms of PUA principles because no PUA

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principles were actually used. It's simply a normal interaction between a man and
woman that resulted in sex, hardly a great feat. Now, it's certainly true in western culture
that there are a great many entitlement princesses, which greatly affects men's overall
success with women. But the problem here is not a lack of seduction skills (which men
have somehow devolved into, according to PUAs). It's a cultural shift for the most part,
which has created the difficulty men experience. PUA theory takes the extreme position
that men are usually to blame for lack of success with women. This of course
complements the (radical) feminist view that men are inadequate. So PUAs are
basically sympathizers with the feminist view that men are intrinsically lacking. And one
side effect of this is that it translates into a somewhat hostile view that PUAs have
towards "normal" guys, referring to them as "AFC" (Average Frustrated Chump).

Putting an end to radical feminism and holding women accountable for their actions will
do much more to boost men's success with women than even the best PUA methods
can.

Some might say that what I'm saying is not really true and that it is a man's job to initiate
and lead. But that is a form of chivalry, which has no place in an egalitarian society.
PUAs expect that men must take up the slack for women when it comes to dating, while
ignoring the fact that women themselves, in many walks of life, show a capacity to take
charge and be decisive. So from this you can conclude that taking initiative and going
after what you want is a conscious choice. Ask yourself, how come women need to be
pandered to when it comes to sex and dating, but for other things like holding down a
job and taking on responsibility, they are fully capable.

The PUA does not hold women accountable, and instead pushes the black and white
view that success with women is ALL up to you (the man). The truth is that it's up to
both men and women, but since you can only sell self-improvement as a marketing
angle where everything and anything is within your control, criticism of women won't
enter the picture. Or if it does, it will only be as a last resort, or as a seduction tool in
itself to get her to f*ck you (since, after all, women get turned on by men who put their
foot down). In the seduction community, even putting a woman in her place is used as a
tool to bed her (e.g. negging). It's all massive supplication, with whitewashing to make it
seem like PUAs don't kiss up to women. So in other words, be a man and put women in

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their place, but only in such a way that it gets them more into you. This attitude is very
pervasive in the seduction community.

Some would say that what I'm saying is unfair, and that there is good PUA material out
there. That's true there is, but it's only a small percentage. Think of it this way, if a movie
is 95% crap you're not going to give it a good review are you? It would get two thumbs
down. So why laud about how great the pickup arts is when only 5% of the material is
any good. Why is the bar so low for this stuff? The argument is always that you must sift
through it and take what you need. But that's a 95% waste of time. If a book has only
5% quality content would you buy it? No way. The amount of unlearning you would have
to do would greatly exceed the amount of learning.

One of the only good things about the pick up arts is in the various forums, where you
read about other men's experiences with women. But the underlying PUA ideology that
drives the points of view are generally deeply flawed, at least to some degree, so you
have to be careful. You really have to be skilled at separating out the dogma in order to
extract any value from these forums. But if you're new to dating then you won't know the
difference between good and bad, and will most likely be taken in at some point by
some scammers charging ridiculous amounts of money for how to get laid using a
bunch of steps you don't need.

Supporting The "Successful" Lifestyle of Certain PUA Gurus

There are a number of so-called PUA gurus who claim to have "cracked" the dating
scene. These gurus have one thing in common. They have made a lifestyle out of
meeting and picking up women. This is made possible (i.e. financed) by guys taking
their seminars & boot camps.

Here's the angle:

"I will teach you how to be successful with women, for a hefty price. That will make me
enough money so that I can devote myself, and travel to different places (for seminars
and bootcamps), and meet lots of women. And thanks to you I will have the time and
energy to do so (since I won't need a job). And due to the law of averages and the

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advantages of exposure, this will result in me actually being successful with women.
This will justify me teaching guys how to meet women, and charging for it."

It's like a positive feedback. These guys make a living out of picking up women. This will
statistically guarantee their success, which reinforces the perception that they are
"good" and have a "method" that works. This keeps the demand high for their seminars
& boot camps, which keeps the money flowing (thereby supporting their lifestyle), and
the cycle continues.

So in large part, students of these seminars and boot camps are financing the pick-up
lifestyle of the gurus, which is precisely what allows them to be as successful as they
are (if they are successful at all).

But in reality, there are no superior methods and there are no actual gurus. At best
there is only the law of averages and lots of exposure wrapped up to look like a viable
strategy.

Ask yourself, what reasonable man would want to spend so much time and energy
meeting women, unless he could somehow make money off it.

I'm reminded of a pyramid scheme I heard explained once by David DeAngelo (if you
can believe it). He was talking about how, as a younger man he wanted to make a lot of
money, and he said that one way to do that was to put an ad in a newspaper saying
that, if you wanted to make a lot of money, send one dollar to the address in the ad, and
you will be sent information on how to do it. So you send in a dollar, and then you are
sent the information, which tells you to put the same type of ad in a newspaper, telling
people to send you a dollar to receive information on how to make lots of money. Neat,
huh!

Here's another example. Create a website telling people how to generate a lot of
internet traffic. Put in some filler to make the site seem somewhat credible, and watch
the traffic grow. But in reality, the way the website is actually growing is by milking the
interest of many people who are looking up ways to generate lots of internet traffic.

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So, do you want to be successful with women and have a life where women are in
abundance? One way to do this is by teaching guys how to go about it, and charge a lot
of money for it. Throw in some decent information to raise the credibility of your
services, and the income will allow you to sustain the traveling and life you want where
you can naturally meet lots of women. This will "prove" you know your stuff, and the
wheel will keep turning. It's a self-perpetuating business model. It's quite brilliant. Too
bad you have to be a sociopath to do it.

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