Archive for December, 2011
Starlight and Future’s Excellent Asian Adventures
No bullshit: Starlight and I wrote a book on how to pick up women in Asia.
If you guys haven’t received word, Starlight and I put together a little promotional e-book for people living in and around Asia. There’s some new stuff and some old stuff, but overall we’re pretty proud of the final result. It’s got stories and tips from Starlight’s and my eponymous adventures in Asia as well as some good information from my boy Blue Mystery.
Excerpted:
“Her tattoo was a dragon that perched on her shoulder and trailed in a thin line down her back. It was audacious and feminine somehow, and it had stopped at the bar. I swooped in and shouldered her out of the way.
You’re hot enough to get served second,” I said into her ear without looking at her. She looked appalled. “I love your tattoo. What’s your name?”
“Mai,” she said.
“Why are girls in Hong Kong so grabby?” I scream-said into her ear.
“What do you mean?” she said with a laugh.
“Even just walking around, even dancing with other guys, I feel like every girl in here is trying to give me a massage with their asses,” I said, checking her with my hips. “Like you did just now.”
“Who are you?” she said. It’s the tone when they ask, emphasis on that second word. That’s when you know you’ve stood out…”
If you have any questions or comments about the book or about picking up women in Asia, by all means say something in the comments or send me an e-mail at future@lovesystems.com. We’re really excited for this tenth (or so) program across the Pacific, and we’ll need your help to make these the best ones we’ve ever run.
Merry Christmas (w/ Jackie Evancho)
As a mere mortal I find myself at a loss at how to talk about Jackie Evancho, who I discovered with my parents when I was home for Thanksgiving. Jackie is not even 12, but she has the poise and presence of women who have trained their whole lives and a voice that is rarer still. The mismatch of her person with her gift makes words like “talented” and “amazing,” seem to understate what I’m watching, and I feel the need to risk hyperbole. She is otherwordly, her talent almost supernatural. For me, watching that little girl sing is like tuning into the song of planets in motion, like eavesdropping on the hope trapped in Pandora’s Box.
When I watch her sing, I am slack-jawed with genuine awe. With that bubbling in me– with awe of the universe passing like a rainbow gathered and shot through the prism of a little girl into a single ray of light– I hope your life is beautiful right now.
I hope that wherever you are on your journey you are walking forward.
Whether or not you celebrate Christmas, I hope you find a cause for celebration today.
Life is very short, and as far as we know this is all we get.
If your lot is hard, I hope you find some space for joy, a space for reverence toward the scope of the universe and the human experience.
Whether you love or sneer at the notion of God, I hope this day and the coming year shower you with blessings.
Merry Christmas
Starlight and Future’s Excellent Asian Adventures
No bullshit: Starlight and I wrote a book on how to pick up women in Asia.
If you guys haven’t received word, Starlight and I put together a little promotional e-book for people living in and around Asia. There’s some new stuff and some old stuff, but overall we’re pretty proud of the final result. It’s got stories and tips from Starlight’s and my eponymous adventures in Asia as well as some good information from my boy Blue Mystery.
Excerpted:
“Her tattoo was a dragon that perched on her shoulder and trailed in a thin line down her back. It was audacious and feminine somehow, and it had stopped at the bar. I swooped in and shouldered her out of the way.
You’re hot enough to get served second,” I said into her ear without looking at her. She looked appalled. “I love your tattoo. What’s your name?”
“Mai,” she said.
“Why are girls in Hong Kong so grabby?” I scream-said into her ear.
“What do you mean?” she said with a laugh.
“Even just walking around, even dancing with other guys, I feel like every girl in here is trying to give me a massage with their asses,” I said, checking her with my hips. “Like you did just now.”
“Who are you?” she said. It’s the tone when they ask, emphasis on that second word. That’s when you know you’ve stood out…”
If you have any questions or comments about the book or about picking up women in Asia, by all means say something in the comments or send me an e-mail at future@lovesystems.com. We’re really excited for this tenth (or so) program across the Pacific, and we’ll need your help to make these the best ones we’ve ever run.
50 Cent’s Words of Wisdom
In this final installment of Stealing from Braddock, here is a powerful motivational video from Mr. Curtis Jackson.
Starlight and Future’s Excellent Asian Adventures
No bullshit: Starlight and I wrote a book on how to pick up women in Asia.
If you guys haven’t received word, Starlight and I put together a little promotional e-book for people living in and around Asia. There’s some new stuff and some old stuff, but overall we’re pretty proud of the final result. It’s got stories and tips from Starlight’s and my eponymous adventures in Asia as well as some good information from my boy Blue Mystery.
Excerpted:
“Her tattoo was a dragon that perched on her shoulder and trailed in a thin line down her back. It was audacious and feminine somehow, and it had stopped at the bar. I swooped in and shouldered her out of the way.
You’re hot enough to get served second,” I said into her ear without looking at her. She looked appalled. “I love your tattoo. What’s your name?”
“Mai,” she said.
“Why are girls in Hong Kong so grabby?” I scream-said into her ear.
“What do you mean?” she said with a laugh.
“Even just walking around, even dancing with other guys, I feel like every girl in here is trying to give me a massage with their asses,” I said, checking her with my hips. “Like you did just now.”
“Who are you?” she said. It’s the tone when they ask, emphasis on that second word. That’s when you know you’ve stood out…”
If you have any questions or comments about the book or about picking up women in Asia, by all means say something in the comments or send me an e-mail at future@lovesystems.com. We’re really excited for this tenth (or so) program across the Pacific, and we’ll need your help to make these the best ones we’ve ever run.
Navy SEAL Mack Machowicz on Showing up (Part 2)
In today’s installment of ”Stealing from Braddock”, I’ve linked to the second part of the speech from yesterday. You’re welcome.
I Had Oneitis… AND I GOT HER!
A student recently told me about a massive success he recently achieved: he re-landed the girl who broke his heart and saw him finding game.
“I pulled my oneitis that i had no shot with and was part of the reason I got into game. I still find her head and shoulders above the rest. It’s kind of poetic right? It just proves that I have fundamentally improved my life. Considering dropping out of the game life for awhile for this one. The standard advice is to smash a bunch of girls and you prob won’t care about that one girl anymore, but I did that and still think she’s awesome. Can you shed some light on that?”
See how I responded after the jump.
Navy SEAL Mack Machowicz on Showing up (Part 1)
I’m going to steal from Braddock a lot this week. If you haven’t watched this video over on his blog, do it here now. Amazing speech from a Navy SEAL on never giving up.
Love Systems Lead Instructors Future and Braddock on Inner Game
UPDATE: I had to change my YouTube account to allow for longer downloads. The interview should work fine now.
I’m really excited about this interview series. Braddock and I easily got two hours of stuff. This is just the tip of the iceberg. I’ll be posting the rest of it tomorrow and the next day. If you guys like what you hear, let us know. If you wanna hear us talk about other stuff, let us know. I’m am so jazzed to post the rest of this!
Through Nights Like This One…
…I held her in my arms.
It was a Saturday night like this one. Not like this one; it’s cold outside, and it was warm then, but you goosebumps after the sun went down. We ate at a Brazilian restaurant. On a bathroom visit I’d snuck to our waitress and told her that it was your birthday, and I wanted their most sinful chocolate offering with a candle if she could muster it. She could. It was not your birthday. It was a lie, but you were a liar, weren’t you? I forget about it when I look back on it and trace the seams in the foundations that brought the whole thing to ruin, but you had been with your boyfriend for so long when we met. We went home and smoked and lay on the mattress. It took a bit, but I aimed the projector at the ceiling. We were having too much fun to watch a movie, so I turned on The Postal Service’s Give Up and the iTunes visualizer.
We disappeared.
Under a blanket of swirling covers and a rising mist of sweat, we made love for the album’s full 44 minutes. I wore the lines of your fingernails for days after, and you tasted my heartbeat pulsing against your tongue. I didn’t want air unless you’d breathed it first.
You’re gone now. My tone was flat and my eyes dull– although I hid them from my new girlfriend– as I said the last words into the phone, as you wept and my heart rose in my throat.
Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.