Not sure where to start, but this is a rather long story. To start off, I'm half German-Thai born to a German Dad and a Thai mother. I got along well best with my Dad, he's everything to me, and has expressed true love for me, something that I can never experience again for an entire lifetime.
After his death in February 24th, 2005. I had been immediately flushed into poverty. Moving from a beautiful home in Malaysia down to the countryside in Thailand. The road ahead was worse than I thought, my Dad severely warned me about this and told me that I will be doomed if I ever had to live with my mother in that kind of environmental/social setting in which I never paid much attention to.
My Dad and mom always argued everyday since I was a child and I was more of an outcast to society. I was always bullied at school, and my only comfort was my Father and being in front of the PC, living life virtually. I was good at what I loved doing, I typed 120 WPM on average since I was 8 years old, and was the best player in a game called Mutation, ActiveWorlds.
Life was great back then. My Dad, who was a very wealthy and rich person at the time was always teaching me something new everyday, preparing me to be a fortune 500 entrepreneur. He thought me things that you'd never learn in schools or the current educational system.
My mother on the other hand always criticized me and my Dad on a daily basis for everything we did, she would yell at the top of her voice and argue about everything. She would use my Dad's money to be drunk every night and going out with guys.
My Dad was just about to apply for my German citizenship at the time, however he accidentally fell in the bathroom which caused his untimely death. This left me in total recluse for many months while living life in poverty.
From 2005-2008 I attended a local Thai high school, having mastered the Thai language in just 3 months. I was still an outcast to society, but I was popular because of being the only white person there and people thought I was rich, for almost a year until my best friend who turned on me, leaked out the truth of me living in the farm and being in poverty was when my popularity diminished.
I was literally tired of all this, and saw that school was not helping me getting any closer to my goals, and that is to carry on my Father's Dream, of becoming Rich again, and getting back whatever I lost. I then began reading many business books, self-development, success and getting rich books. During that time I had the support of one of my Father's best-friend, an African-American named Ron who I would virtually collaborate with, and he would always motivate me and share his wisdom and advice about life, despite all the negativity I received from school, my mother and my family, relatives at home.
In 2008, I dropped out of school and went to work for a Thai boss who sold video games on eBay for the purpose of learning what he does and starting my own ebay business. Ron, my african-american friend who I respected as my step-dad at the time, invited me to come over and live with him in The Philippines.
From 2008-2009 I spent a year in the Philippines, just keeping myself to my own in a dark room, mostly brainstorming with Ron on various business opportunities. It was more of a talk than do kind of thing where we barely took action on our plans.
This was where OCD developed in my mind in the form of Obsessive Thoughts. It happened weeks after my Thai girlfriend broke up with me, following several other events. These Obsessive Thoughts started out with just one repetitive thought, and every time I got rid of one, another one would appear, then it developed into 2 obessive thoughts, 3 obsessive thoughts, 5, 10, 20 etc... up until now I've got thousands of obsessive thoughts that keeps getting worse and stabbing the heart of my life.
Ron had initially planned to adopt me so I could naturalize myself to become a U.S. Citizen. His filipina wife, Norma and her grandchildren were very jealous and envious of me because I was the only person who was interested in Ron's tourism portal business, and all of his upcoming ventures. After following a year of harrassment from Norma's grandchildren, I fought back emotionally, which gave Norma, Ron's filipina wife the opportunity to chase me out of the Philippines, where I returned back to Thailand in April 2010.
My mother was not very receptive of me, she was unsatisfied that I only had $500 in my pocket, and criticized me and we had arguments just like the time when my Dad was alive. I was in Thailand for a month at the time celebrating the SongKran festival, and had one major argument with my mother. My mother left me at one of my family's home, having sped off, and later in the evening, her sister along with the other family members, without having even asked me why I argued with my mom, threatened to kill me with a knife.
After his death in February 24th, 2005. I had been immediately flushed into poverty. Moving from a beautiful home in Malaysia down to the countryside in Thailand. The road ahead was worse than I thought, my Dad severely warned me about this and told me that I will be doomed if I ever had to live with my mother in that kind of environmental/social setting in which I never paid much attention to.
My Dad and mom always argued everyday since I was a child and I was more of an outcast to society. I was always bullied at school, and my only comfort was my Father and being in front of the PC, living life virtually. I was good at what I loved doing, I typed 120 WPM on average since I was 8 years old, and was the best player in a game called Mutation, ActiveWorlds.
Life was great back then. My Dad, who was a very wealthy and rich person at the time was always teaching me something new everyday, preparing me to be a fortune 500 entrepreneur. He thought me things that you'd never learn in schools or the current educational system.
My mother on the other hand always criticized me and my Dad on a daily basis for everything we did, she would yell at the top of her voice and argue about everything. She would use my Dad's money to be drunk every night and going out with guys.
My Dad was just about to apply for my German citizenship at the time, however he accidentally fell in the bathroom which caused his untimely death. This left me in total recluse for many months while living life in poverty.
From 2005-2008 I attended a local Thai high school, having mastered the Thai language in just 3 months. I was still an outcast to society, but I was popular because of being the only white person there and people thought I was rich, for almost a year until my best friend who turned on me, leaked out the truth of me living in the farm and being in poverty was when my popularity diminished.
I was literally tired of all this, and saw that school was not helping me getting any closer to my goals, and that is to carry on my Father's Dream, of becoming Rich again, and getting back whatever I lost. I then began reading many business books, self-development, success and getting rich books. During that time I had the support of one of my Father's best-friend, an African-American named Ron who I would virtually collaborate with, and he would always motivate me and share his wisdom and advice about life, despite all the negativity I received from school, my mother and my family, relatives at home.
In 2008, I dropped out of school and went to work for a Thai boss who sold video games on eBay for the purpose of learning what he does and starting my own ebay business. Ron, my african-american friend who I respected as my step-dad at the time, invited me to come over and live with him in The Philippines.
From 2008-2009 I spent a year in the Philippines, just keeping myself to my own in a dark room, mostly brainstorming with Ron on various business opportunities. It was more of a talk than do kind of thing where we barely took action on our plans.
This was where OCD developed in my mind in the form of Obsessive Thoughts. It happened weeks after my Thai girlfriend broke up with me, following several other events. These Obsessive Thoughts started out with just one repetitive thought, and every time I got rid of one, another one would appear, then it developed into 2 obessive thoughts, 3 obsessive thoughts, 5, 10, 20 etc... up until now I've got thousands of obsessive thoughts that keeps getting worse and stabbing the heart of my life.
Ron had initially planned to adopt me so I could naturalize myself to become a U.S. Citizen. His filipina wife, Norma and her grandchildren were very jealous and envious of me because I was the only person who was interested in Ron's tourism portal business, and all of his upcoming ventures. After following a year of harrassment from Norma's grandchildren, I fought back emotionally, which gave Norma, Ron's filipina wife the opportunity to chase me out of the Philippines, where I returned back to Thailand in April 2010.
My mother was not very receptive of me, she was unsatisfied that I only had $500 in my pocket, and criticized me and we had arguments just like the time when my Dad was alive. I was in Thailand for a month at the time celebrating the SongKran festival, and had one major argument with my mother. My mother left me at one of my family's home, having sped off, and later in the evening, her sister along with the other family members, without having even asked me why I argued with my mom, threatened to kill me with a knife.