Moving forward into 2018.

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I don’t even know where to begin. I’m glad to see that the blog is still here and still getting views to this day. 2017 is coming to an end and although I haven’t had the will power to update this website in a long time or even complete unfinished stories, I just want to take a moment to share what I’ve taken away from this past year. I will break this into 4 parts:

  1. Thoughts and ideas
  2. Learning and solutions
  3. The main course
  4. Upcoming for 2018

1. Thoughts and ideas

  • This year I started to wonder how much control do I have over my brain, my thoughts, my feelings and emotions? And I stared to question whether some of those feelings, emotions or thoughts that I possessed were in fact coming from me? Have I been programmed similar to a computer to think and behave the way that I do? If that is the case then that means without any external influence I would be able to completely re-program myself (hypothetically speaking that is).
  • This got me thinking about the external influences that I allow to take up memory space in my brain. I started to question and experiment with how different influences had a positive, neutral, negative and toxic impact on my being from the comfort of a foreign country with extreme censorship laws and an internet firewall.

2. Learning and solutions

The list following below is worth a try.

  • Do not check any of the social media platforms where you have a profile for 6 months at a time- or follow my direction and delete it all permanently before the beginning of the new year. You will survive without these apps, in fact you will be better off without them. The only reason to keep them is if you need attention from strangers to survive. If you are not a woman and the following statement applies to you – your sac is empty.
  • Stop watching pornography. Have you ever watched porn without whipping your cock out for a wank? If so, then you can clearly see the attempt that pornography makes to program or re-program your brain. You will experience a better sex life and a stronger will power that will lead you to greater achievements when you ween yourself off of that shit. You might even gain a confidence boost and start grabbing em by the pussy like the President (“God bless him.”)
  • Turn your phone off at night and have a normal sleep like a normal person. And wake up like a normal person, when the sun comes up your body will wake up and rise. If you don’t have this rule in place with your girlfriend, I suggest that you implement it as soon as you can. If she refuses this, she can go home – lights out, means go the fuck to sleep. If it’s a stupid slut from Tinder or tantan, walk her out to the living room and sit her down on the couch – kiss her on the forehead, look deep into her eyes and say “when you’re ready to sleep, leave the phone here. Goodnight.”
  • I don’t know anyone that does this anymore besides my parents, but stop watching TV. It serves no purpose beyond controlling your thoughts and ideas. I get irritated when I watch TV, because you can see what political oligarchs are trying to achieve and succeeding at achieving through home entertainment brainwashing.
  • This point ties in with the last point and it is to decrease and/or stop watching movies, reading books and listening to music from the 21’st century. The people in power have made decisions that have led to an effect – this effect has resulted in shitty 21’st century books, music and movies that encourage you to lead a life of hedonism.
  • The next two are simple unrelated courses of action that I’ve taken, maybe because of the experiences and difficulties that I’ve had to overcome over the past year or more. Number one, is to carry a physical copy of the Holy Bible with you on your long distance travels and to always keep one in a safe visible place in your home. Number two, is to first identify the greatest difficulty that you’ve had over the past while and find a solution. After you figure out the solution, you are going to post it up on your wall as a reminder. In my case I have utilized the tools of Microsoft word to create a poster that may in fact be more visually attractive than the chink i fucked last week, and it reads “I will not turn a hoe into a house wife ”I decided to locate it right above my bed so that I could fortify myself during every act of sex.
  • If you want to fall in love there is a simple equation to follow: She feels deeply about you + she’s not a fat ogre + she hasn’t colored her hair or cut it short + she has 0 tattoos and 0 piercings on the face = you will choose to reciprocate her love… Which will eventually double equal = = true love. A simpler guideline to follow is “if she loves me, I love her.” But what if I don’t actually love her you ask? What are you, the fucking moral police? Use your mouth for what it was made for. I bet your girlfriend is talented at using her mouth. China Secret: If you want to fuck until your dick turns blue in China, just tell them you love them. I say it about 100 times a week sometimes when the barrel gets full and it needs to be emptied.
  • The final and last equation: Will power + anything= Results. I experienced this intense burst of will power when I flew back out to South east Asia earlier this year and it taught me something of value. And that is that everyone has a base line. You have the ability to change anything that you want to change about yourself and even move mountains, but… You will always come back down to your baseline – that is who you are. You can not change your base line. I’ve also learned that both you and I can not maintain achievements that took great will power to achieve. It’s impossible to maintain this type of will power for the entirety of your life. Therefore I’ve accepted that all of the things I have put extreme will power into achieving will eventually be lost.

3. The main course

Whore ventures never end well.  

I want to start by saying that it’s easy to be aware that you can not change a whore but it’s hard to follow because once your emotions get involved your vision changes. You will start to ignore the red flags and warning signs that she exhibits right in front of your eyes. You will do so by convincing yourself that you are an exception, you are special. I want to remind you that red flags and warning signs exist for a reason, they are true and consistent. There are no exceptions.

I want you to understand that if you’ve been emotionally hurt – you need to take 100 % responsibility for the pain that you are experiencing. No woman can hurt you, unless you allow her to. Consent always happens before damage, pain and suffering happens in relationships. If you’re suffering, it’s your fault. Now, let’s begin.

Over the past year or so I’ve tried to change two whores (whore A and whore B) into good women for me by forcing my preferential ideals onto them. And although neither of them came close to my ideals (whore A a lot more so than whore B) I was determined to force it. Why on earth would I try to do that you ask? I don’t know. I suppose that hearing about people from back home get married and start to create happy family units has begun to put some pressure on my shoulders. Pressure to settle down like everyone else… But I take a step back and realize that I’m not like everyone else; my mind and soul will not allow me to settle under uncomfortable conditions and circumstances. Now maybe when I get older that feeling will change, but I will always have this website to refer back to in times of uncertainty and weakness.

The circumstances with both whore A and whore B were so bad that I was forced to end relations ruthlessly at the peak of both relationships. An unborn child laid at the top of both peaks. Those unborn children did not come to fruition. I would never reject my own blood, but I made conscious and logical decisions to reject the women who may play a mother role in their lives.

To give you an idea of the type of girls that they are, I will tell you that I fucked both of them within the first hour of meeting them and performed all or most of your pornographic fantasies on them within the first 2 weeks of getting to know them. I admit to not being the most clever guy at times. I also concede that there were great times in both of those relationships with regards to passion, humor and love. But I will conclude that their whorish tendencies became clear as day and night over a short period of time. I was not capable of changing their habits nor was I interested in playing the role of superman.

I learned that I am not immune to falling in love with a whore (or even a series of them) and neither are you. I don’t care who you are, where you come from or what special knowledge you have. There will be a day where you will also feel the burn for allowing your vision and frame to become clouded by your emotions.

So I will end by saying that I’ve come to re-learn and accept that I can not turn a hoe into a house wife, and you yourself shouldn’t try to.

So I hope you took something of value from this. Enjoy your New years holiday with your family/ friends and prepare yourself for a new start to 2018.

4. Upcoming for 2018

Hopefully no more whore ventures but I think I might have to change my haircut or something because recently I have been frequently attracting these types of women, the same way honey attracts bees.

In terms of the website the goal is to update it every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. You can look forward to that starting in 2018.

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Let’s go for a run!


We’re going to go for a five mile run. Make sure your shoes are tied properly, take a couple deep breaths, and brace yourself. I’m not going to go easy on you. Ready? Three, two, RUN!!!

Our starting pace isn’t fast nor slow, approximately 8.5 minutes/mile. 25 minutes – 26 minutes/ 5 kilometers is a time our doctors will respect.

Although a five mile run is a warm up to a marathon runner, 99% of the North American population find this to be difficult. After all, it is a steady forty to forty five minutes of moving your legs.

Your first mile is a breeze. Your breathing pattern is still stable; brush ya shoulder off holmes.

Surprisingly there’s no one else running outside. It’s a beautiful day, and these suburbs are dense. They probably have elliptical machines/ treadmills at home, or are at the gym.

You’re starting to adjust your breathing to your steps. As you start breathing heavier and heavier, blood flow is being redirected to your muscles in action. At two miles in, you’re tired as fuck; your preference would be to stop now! Your body says you’re starting to use valuable resources while your first cramp kicks in.

The halfway mark is nearing, and the endless looking hill you’re trekking up is discouraging. Your breathing becomes very rapid, and your thighs/ legs/ everything burns like… WASP STINGS!

If a genie in a bottle appeared now and granted you one wish, your very wish would be to stop, but you can’t; you’ll black out before you stop.

As your lungs start giving out you realize it’s necessary to pull back; your pace is dropped to 11 minutes/ mile. Your legs are still moving, that’s all that matters. “Look there’s a major intersection over there, after I reach that I can think about taking a break” you tell yourself…

Hell no! You’re going to keep moving those legs until they fall off; let’s see if they fall off by the time that bus stop ahead is reached.

Your body is drained; it’s prompting pain all over as a final attempt to get you to stop. Although, you are relentless; you start mastering the ability to deceive your body with your mind. If only your body discovers that you’ll finish, it’ll handicap you with even more cramps and discomfort.

Ah, the essence of being at one with yourself; encapsulated by plain suburban air as cars swerve by. The sidewalks are covered by blades of cut grass and sticks/ twigs from yesterday’s storm. The landscape is desolate, isolated; your view is that of people in moving pods, in a rush to go nowhere important. Look at the bright side; this is better than running next to someone who stinks of Bo or unpleasant perfume at the gym.

Woo! Those two minutes of 11 minutes/ mile made a huge difference; you feel like you can manage this all day.

Here we go, back to 8.5 minutes/mile. You’re gaining momentum, and nearing the four mile milestone; no words of encouragement, no one holding your hand. You are your own support, and encouragement.


It’s way too hard, it hurts too much; you drop back down to a pace of 11 minutes/ mile. Your arms get weak, and start to dangle by your sides to conserve energy maybe. Your eyes start to widen as you spot the end though; a big red stop sign that you started at over half an hour ago.

Your mind signals to the rest of your body that the end is near, and your legs move faster than you’ve ever seen them move in your whole life! Your body, that fucker, could have moved like this earlier since that major intersection.

Who knew, your body can lie to you too?!

Welcome to the big red stop sign. A few great stomps transpire to slow down; you feel your heartbeat pounding in your head, neck and chest.

Take a deep breath, and walk it off.

Congrats! You did it all by yourself, and no one held your hand. No one will ever hold your hand, not even you.