The Intellect Manifesto

I am at a desolate station in a strange suburb in a state that is too far from my home. It's raining. The shelter is sparse. I spend every 10 minutes making sure my hair isn't messed up in a mirror, knowing full well that this particular mirror is in fact a one way window into the station master's office. I take solace in the fact (not the thought but the very fact) that the station master is looking back at me thinking "Dear Lord! I thank you for presenting to me this handsome specimen of a human. I am truly blessed."

Welcome to Brisbane.

I am supposedly up here on family issues. Cousin had a baby and apparently I have some obligation to go see aforementioned baby. You know...hold it, coddle it, make goo-goo, ga-ga noises. Meanwhile the little one is blissfully unaware of current affairs, the global economic crisis and those crazy folk in thailand as it continues to sleep 18 hours a day.

It's more immediate concern when it is awake? Release of gas.

The difference between me and this baby? No one gives a fuck that it sleeps 18 hours a day or about the sporadic flatulence. Seriously...let me sleep and fart in peace.

But I digress.

I look around the train station and all I can think of is "Man! There are a lot of black people in Brisbane." As indeed there were. I was about to break into a tribal dance and start tongue clicking inappropriately when my train, unexpectedly and completely off-schedule, arrives.

Get on train. Go past several stations whose name brings a chuckle to my heart. "Kuraby", "Banoon", "Moorooka"..... "Sunnybank". Train stops for half an hour at a station. Apparently some guy on a motorbike had died by running into a train in front of my train. I visualise a tall gentleman with a top hat and cape chuckling while twirling his 'stache.

Get to the city and noone is there yet. I take a walk around the place. It's pretty quiet relative to Sydney but IS Brisbane and it IS only 9:30. The night has yet to start.

I have laksa at a chinese restaurant. If there is one dish in the world that can pleasurably tingle my entire gustatory system at the same time, it is this one. Sweet, sour, spicy or's all there if you take the time to savour it. Laksa (or more precisely "BBQ Pork Laksa") brings me to my knees. Good thing I never eat it standing up.

With my stomach filled to the brink of exploding in a catastrophic mess designed to make my death all the more memorable, I decided to head to where Pyro and the other Brissy boys were planning to meet.

Birdy Num Nums...I officially award Brisbane for having the most retarded name for a bar....ever.

Inside I chode around for a while, just soaking in the atmosphere. One thing I loved about Brisbane, people just seem a lot more friendly here. I've been told that this is a result of the "Traveller's Syndrome" whereby the traveller is easily recognized as a traveller and is treated nicely by the "home-boys" because of it. All I can think of is "Yes! Fun times! Girls are easy to open!"

After much chodeing I decide to get social. I talk to a random guy for a while and immediately get bored. I politely eject from the conversation (as in "see you later random guy I don't wanna fuck"), and head to the bar. At the bar I approach a girl,

Me: "I'm not from around here and I have no friends. Will you be my friend?"

She smiles and responds in what is clearly a chirpy Eastern European accent "I'm not from here either. I'm from Russia". The touching starts immediately. Not by me. By her. I'm talking full-on body hugs and shit that I would (at this stage in my game) do much later on in the convo. Her friend comes back from the bar and russian tells me "We're going to sit down over there. You can come with us if you like?"

Now logic dictates that this girl wants to fuck. To any certifiably sane individual this is as clear as Euclid's first axiom. All I had to do was keep talking to her. Well tie me up and stamp me silly, because I sure didn't work that out. I told her "Okay...just let me do something first and I'll meet you there.". And then I ran the fuck away from there. I learnt two very important lessons from this:

Lesson 1: I underestimate my own abilities. A lifetime of humility and self-depreciation has put me in the mindset of "I'm not ready to go further yet" and so my skill at persistence is limited. I am pushing through this but getting there. This is a more in-depth dissection of the "success barrier" limit that I have mentioned in my earlier posts.
Lesson 2: Russians are AWESOME!!!!!

I meet up with Kimball, Pyro, Storm and the rest of the gang. The fun starts. We shoot the shit. StepsAscending is also here. Awesome. I met this guy during his bootcamp with Alex in Sydney. He is on the path to glory. Kimball is putting straws in girls' hair without warning or compulsion. Not a single bad response. I like this game.

I have fun talking to Kimball and Pyro about their lives. They have plenty of stories to tell as do I of course and it felt like they have found a proper harmony in combining life and game. Good for you. I hope to converge to that point myself.

Eventually the Brissy crew decides to leave the joint. I ask why and the common response is "The girls here are quite trashy and bogan and easy to get." I look around and think "". A little thing about me. Upon entering this wonderland I have lowered my standards considerably, and as long as there ARE girls around it doesn't matter to me what type they are as long as I can get it up without alcohol.

But I am here to explore Brisbane, and gain some valuable knowledge from the hot-shit interns so I decide to tag along. We navigate the teeming mass of people that are now flowing through the streets of Brisbane. I have now idea how it happened but somewhere between 9:30 and 11:00 pm, it seems like the entirety of the state of Queensland decided to come down to Brisbane.

We go to a place which required a cover charge and decide against it. Kudos! No paying for me!

We head to the Exchange Hotel. Venue changes always make me lose state, and I start chodeing around. I tell Kimball "Man I'm chodeing around, and I really shouldn't be." Kimball, determined to bring me back in state, takes me around to the dancefloor and we dance for all of 8.65 seconds. But it was enough. As we leave the dancefloor, I grab a short cutie who gets in my way. I hug her, dip her, then makeout with her. She was left bewildered, repeatedly muttering "Wow!"

I am back.

I gotta remember this: I may not be able to achieve full close results on the dancefloor, but it's a beautiful device for me to attain natural state (i.e. state not derived from artificial stimulants).

I head back to Kimball and Pyro. On the way I wing StepsAscending with a two-set. We were both going quite well but my persistence barrier (mentioned above) came into play again and I left. Steps stayed and I don't know what happened (if you're reading Steps: i'm sorry man).

The rest of the night is filled with me and Pyro being general dicks to girls - but in a playful manner of course. I would get in the way of every girl that went past and call her out with "What are you doing getting in my way!" This would get pretty good responses in general, but it's a massive emotion spike that is left with a very crappy down.

I was also able to impress Kimball with my usage of the claw. In particular, tonight I made use of the reverse claw. I'm talking to Kimball, "Blah, blah, blah!". Hottie walks past. I try to use the claw on her but she's too quick and walks past. Then my mind shuts off. She is behind me. I cannot see her. I put my hand behind me and grab the first limb I can find. Spin her around and drag her into my world. Her friend comes up and she's all "Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?" all angry-like. Kimball shoos her away with a reprimanding wave.

Hah! Take that friend!

The night is wrapped up with some of the most important lessons I will learn post bootcamp, courtesy of Kimball and Pyro:

Lesson 1: Flash game is fun and exciting but has a low success rate. It results in a massive emotion spike at the beginning and it's very difficult to maintain that. Instead I need to dial it down and work on "tap,tap" game, which consists of 1-2 hour conversations, where I move the girl around with me and isolate her.
Lesson 2: Do a 30-day challenge. Just do it. What's wrong with you. Do the fucking thing.
Lesson 3: Persistence, persistence, persistence. Don't leave at the slightest sign of success. Also learn to appreciate the conversation.
Lesson 4: Don't be afraid. You are invincible. Be a fucking man.
Lesson 5: Keep having fun above all!

So I thank Kimball, Pyro, Storm, StepsAscending and the rest of the crew (I don't think I got any other forum names) for an awesome night. I look forward to heading out with you guys in Sydney whenever you are down or in Brisbane again whenever I am up there.

Good times.
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