How to get Zee/ZFT to mentor you (or atleast reply)

 

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The decision to write this started off as a joke. I had a faint glimpse of how Zee’s page gets so much attention. Needless to say, it was remarkable. Even after the exclusivity and ‘suplado’ vibes he sends off, some people risk it and all hell be damned– Try to have a few minutes of his attention.

Now, there was a time, a guy named Lucky wanted to know how I became his bastard. I wrote about it at a post called The Beginning, but after witnessing the sheer number of people messaging him, trying to get him to reply and help out, I simply realized that I have not given Lucky what he was implicitly looking for. I thought he wanted to know the story, but I realize now, he wanted to know how I actually did it!

Seeing some of Zee’s messages, and me, self-proclaimed to be very good at reading people, nitpicked on what they could be doing wrong and what could have made their business deserving of the time, and the second-look, and quite possibly the elusive gift of being a bastard of ZFT.

1. Be direct to the point.

If you get dozens of messages everyday by different people asking something from you, your patience and BS meter becomes relatively short. Start off your introduction and then tell him what you want. Is it a market question? Is it about the subasta? Do you want to be a bastard? Admit it fast. It will come out eventually anyway.

Put yourself in his shoes.

2. Be respectful.

Your character must speak for you. If you want him to know you’re intelligent, the way you present yourself should be enough to show him that. You don’t have to tell him you’re a graduate of whatever snotty university you came from– which I am,  but I didn’t even have to bring that up to get noticed.

Remember this is not a job interview, it’s character assessment. Most people who get in aren’t even the wonder kids of the generation bound to discover the cure for cancer, it’s the people who have the right attitude and mental fortitude.

Besides, being respectful shows you’re a decent human being. I’m pretty sure I didn’t have to convince anyone that. 🙂

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3. Tell your story

This is probably the most important part and would make or break you.

Tell it succinctly. Zee hates reading, it’s a miracle he even finishes my writings. He knows why you’re here, you know what you’re trying to do, so better start talking.

ZFT is exclusive and secretive. Their perception is different from the rest, they need to know who you are if they’re going to let you in. Measures have been made to protect themselves, they have to feel like they won’t make a mistake with you and undo years of hard work.

How long have you been in the market? What happened in between? What’s your story? Don’t make one up just to get in, there’s too many ways for them to double check that. Remember their identities are hidden, we have no idea who they really are and if they can be in a position where we’d make a fool of ourselves by lying to their faces.

They could even be in that secret chat group you think you’re safe at.

Extra tip: This could be a little unfair, but I don’t think Zee would accept anyone who’s never been bloodied by the market. The truth is, it stands to their appeal to see someone humbled by the market and yet beats on against the current.

There has been some exceptions, of course, but this is simply what I’ve observed so. Chances are higher for those who knew the kind of necessary pain they have to go through to become a great trader. If you have a choice between sugarcoating the awful storm you had to battle in trading the market, please don’t. 🙂 Place yourself at a better probability and show him your wounds.
4. Understand the ZFT policy

Well, you probably know some of them as ruthless trolls with a distinct taste for carshow girls. Not all of them, of course, but don’t let that fool you.

Underneath that, they have a sense of pride and passion in trading and in retrospect, developed all kinds of principles other typical traders don’t have.

They don’t believe in moving like syndicates nor do they pretend to be jockeys or market makers. They believe in perfecting the art of emotionless trading, practicing it in every aspect (sometimes up to a dangerous extent). They allot time to condition their mind before trading. They don’t believe in ‘stock recommendations’.

The cool kids here are those who review the charts. Those who backtest their theories. Those who make up new plays. They name specific candles useful for trading decisions (Akio’s Bastard candle, for instance). It’s an academy. This is where the smart and hardworking people don’t get shamed for being hungry to succeed.

Kap Kidlat wanted to write a book, but stopped for a moment and considered if the material she’s going to publish is original and useful. There is so much pride in what they do.

It’s serious business in there, anything less and they won’t have room for you.

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5. What is your end goal?

If you’re trying to be a bastard, they need to know what level of commitment you have. How much are you going to jump just to get there? Will you eventually be a full-time trader?

Remember, you’re going to ask them for their time and effort. They’re going to work their way around their schedule to mentor you. They’re going to teach you their system, support your emotions,  dissect your trades for you and see where you went wrong, and they’re going to encourage you even when you want to quit.

Walang mentor na nang iwan ng student, it’s always the student who leaves the mentor.”

– Kap Kidlat

You’d be surprised at the number of people who turns out to be disappointments, not by their intellectual capability, but by their lack of commitment.

A bastard directly under Zee resigned from abroad and moved to Zee’s home base just for the opportunity to be taught. He put his life on hold, prayed, then changed everything.

It’s just a question of ‘How much do you want this?’

6. Ask them for a challenge

Let them test you.

Let them find a test that would make them trust you and make worthy of what you will be about to receive. DO NOT USE ANOTHER GROUP’S CHALLENGE, you’re applying to them not to another stock market group, so ask what challenge they would give you.

Don’t even think about doing the recent viral challenge of 5k likes, 5k shares, 5k comments. Please be intellectual about this.

7. Don’t sound too desperate

Wounds are alright, that is something we all have. Bleeding is fine as well but don’t threaten them into taking you in.

Desperation is so unsexy. Tell them you want to be their bastard, but if after trying your best, they still can’t accomodate you, then make sure you let them know you don’t intend on giving up. There is no bad blood, but make them wish you were a part of their tribe. And maybe someday, they could reconsider.

And, yes, you don’t give up with or without ZFT.

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8. Be humble and be teachable

How can you teach someone who doesn’t admit mistakes? That doesn’t even work. Sometimes, Zee asks me to do things that don’t seem to make any sense. I do it anyway.

He tell me ‘this is for your chart muscle memory.’, and I think, is there even such a thing?

Do it anyway.

 

 

9. Be sincere– read your target mentor’s blog

Okay, confession time, I DID NOT actually read Zee’s entire blog before messaging him, just bits and pieces so I had a superficial view of him. When he started asking me about it, I could have died in panic.

I randomly took screenshots of some of his posts, sent it to him, and prayed to the high heavens.

Goodness, it worked. But trust me I got lucky. Don’t try the same card I did, I already used that up so don’t push your luck, just don’t. You only have one chance. Be sincere and read it. It will help you in the end, whether or not he chooses to mentor you, you really don’t have anything to lose but everything to gain.

That’s like saying no to free pizza that also makes you define your abs.

So many people message  Zee and bless him the kind of adoration reserved for the banals, they call him their idol and tell him his blog helped and inspired them. In under a few minutes of exchanges, he would find out that they don’t even know what ZS or AOTS is.

They get sent away faster than a blink of an eye. Don’t put your odds against you.

10. Lastly, loyalty.

The stock market looks exactly like your high school cafeteria. I’m sorry I thought that era was over too. I don’t know why it’s like this or who started it, but it is what it is, and the sooner you accept this the faster we can devise a plan to triumph over it.

The ZFT members aren’t forbidden by blood to never mingle with other groups, they do. But at the end of the day, their loyalty remains to the House.

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They are, after all, brethren.


 

I hope this helps someone out there. Gather your courage, leave your pride at the door. It never got me anywhere when I was both a coward and prideful woman.

And if this sounds like a lot of work, I’m going to leave this here and let you decide if it’s worth it. 🙂

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The decision that changed my life course so far. Difficult– yes, I’m struggling to play at their level– but was it worth it?

Well what do you think?
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28% total gain of entire portfolio in a few days

Join the tribe. 🙂

Forever yours,

Celeste

P.S.

We have house parties, lazer tag, and pizza too.

“I’m just some ordinary non-warrior type of person. I just wanted to be useful at something.”, said the man who changed our entire world.

Who won?

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‘It can’t always be like this.’

He didn’t forget to tell me, the air palpable of such wariness, after a while of carefully choosing his words, months now since it all started. I understand what he means, that he couldn’t keep his hand-holding, and I knew it right from the beginning that eventually there will come an end.

‘I know’, I said.

It was all I could say, wishing he understood the grim acceptance I’ve taken from the inevitable coming, like a young teenage girl chasing after the last of the summer sun, trying to feel it seep through my skin before it was gone.

I was wishing, on days where we seemed to be unstoppable from superplays, that it would last until I have fully recovered, those wounds that appeared to me impossible to escape from.

I’m slowly learning that could be too much to ask.

I only hope that by the time the sun stops shining, I would be ready to be alone in the long cold night. Even a cornered mouse will fight back against the overwhelming odds, and so I shall too, between the last few pushes of reality and dreams. I just know that when it comes to it, in my honest desperation, and prevailing fragments of grit, I’ll beat a path towards where I want to go.

I’ll make a way.

“You can fight, if only in terror, but it’s true that the coward can often be the best fighter of all.”

-The Blackboard Monitor, Raising Steam by Terry Pratchett


Good morning.

Can you trade today?, he said. I was, in fact, I was looking forward to it. I was already quite well versed with planning the trades and sniffing out the reason behind his every buy and sell, but it was a while since I last saw the trading board, and actually went to work.

I told him I was, quite enthusiastically, so he goaded me towards a stock and urged me to make my move. It was MCP.

It was a good time to enter, the reassurance that the trade was going our way was enough to slight a sly grin against market uncertainties. I could just sit, unfazed by any panic caused by tiny fluctuations, and bring home the bacon. So what’s your plan?, he asked.

‘Oh,’ I very confidently answered. ‘I’m sitting on this until it breaks 20 MA.’


Reality

After two days, the market took a downturn. I sold it. I sold it fast, even when in the morning, so early the market hasn’t even opened yet, Zee forewarned me to relax about it. ‘MCP is a known faker’, he said. ‘If you have to sell, sell in the afternoon.’

I sold a few minutes before the lunch break bell halted the chaos.

I couldn’t tell him, but in a roll for bad decisions, or possibly the adrenaline coarsing through my veins, my head trying to make sense of what I did, and what I should do.

I placed my money on PXP. Right the moment I did, I started crying.

I was so sure of PXP but I wasn’t sure of myself. What the heck did I just do? Did I just ruin that? My idea of who I am as a trader was so stuck from the days I barely understood what a candle meant, I might have learned but for what its worth, I didn’t believe in the long, weary road I’ve traveled since that day.

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In the end, after hours of grueling on my movements. There was already too much doubt and discomfort that I have decided to sell my PXP position too.

A few days after, MCP fell and PXP sky rocketed. I should have been celebrating. You’d think I’d feel a sense of righteousness, of I-told-you-so, but there was none. There was only anger and regret.


The next stock was ANI, and I sold early too. I wanted to make sure I had something to keep, if anything at all. This was the point Zee started showing his frustration.

‘Don’t be mad.’

‘Just don’t do it again.’ He replied.

In my silence, I was seething with frustration and anger. I was so mad at myself and the amount of anger was starting to seep, starting to hue the colors between me and him.


The thought wandered my mind, and it brings me back to the days when we just met. It was right after a few posts, and people clamoring that they felt the same way.

I couldn’t forget what he said, and it was something like this, he said he was already at the point where he was no longer feeling the way a normal person felt in a winning or losing trade, and that made him successful, but also detached. He said I could write so sensibly, and make the rest relate, because I still felt like they did.

I wonder, when I eventually stop feeling this way, do I forget how it feels for other people too? And in the case of those who placed themselves in the highest rung of the ladder, are they given the right to joust and laugh at those who are still on their way to arriving? Can they throw their acid down to those who cripple their way to the top, can they tell them what they do or do not deserve to get?

What did they go through, is there something in their past, is their pain the horrific reason for acting that way? Did they really get the worst of it, as to be entitled to brush off those who are still struggling? And to laugh! And to mock! And to dismiss?

When did man decide to have choices like God?

Truthfully, Zee have not behaved that way, making my latest gripes unfounded, but, oh, I can’t speak for the rest. Shame.


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It was late at night again.

‘Here’s an odd question, for a change, what do you hate about me?’, he asked out of the blue. He likes asking questions like these. For example, it could be something so abstract like, ‘what item reminds me of you?’ which leaves me groveling for answers.

This time it was easy. I didn’t even have to think about it. ‘I hate it when you’re insensitive over my losses.’ I stopped there. I could elaborate, but I stopped there. In my mind, we are worlds apart. Zee had over 1000x returns. If he lost a trade now, no matter how bad, that didn’t really mean anything anymore than a bad trade. There was nothing that actually went away, just some– a speck– of his profits.

I, on the other hand, was still stuck deep in my pit I try to climb out from, every tiny mistake was a deeper grave I dig for myself. Every tiny mistake costed me my time and my sweat, and I’d lose it. We didn’t come from the same place, sometimes I wanted to reason out my tears, my anger, why my heart was fluttering like mad when I make such mistakes.

‘But I suppose you’re my mentor, and that’s what you ought to do.’ I hastily added.

Three tiny dots danced on my screen again, the blue white LED emitted causing my insomnia at 4 am. I was waiting for him to reply.

‘It has always been my dilemma.’ He told me. ‘Because during those times, I’m left to think, do you want to feel better… or do you want to be better?’

But does it really have to be one or the other?


Inevitably, there will be people who will have to be someone’s inspiration. They were probably unprepared for the role, they probably did not even ask for it. Nevertheless, for those who were given this gift, whatever excuse they can not swallow from those they deem lesser-beings, must be thrown back at them with the same severity over what morality they uphold.

And if the poor traders, the laughably erroneous trades they have, has revealed a character for themselves– greed, weakness, what-say-you on mental aptitude, there should also be a round of applause for the battered heart carrying that much resilience. Their challenge is to push through. Their challenge is to keep rising.

But for those who have won the proverbial crown, resting on their head, the glory of being lined among the greats, their names famed enough to cause recognition. Their trial is no longer about pushing through, but in their character when they hold that much respect and power. Do they look down to help people up, or to entertain themselves with their struggle in a spell of absolute infatuation in their own success?

In a spin of popular sayings, you can judge a man’s character for both situations where he has nothing, and where he has everything. In the world of the stock market, being either the winner or the loser of this round, I swim in the thought of hoping, that whatever money we have lost or gained, there is something it can not buy— class.


I have been recently reading a book, and one of the best chapters talked about how to get through life when you don’t know where to go.

You simply take the next right thing to do, no matter how laughably small. In the dark roads where this country can never seem to keep the lamp posts functioning, no matter how far away I have came from, I can still go home with just my headlights showing me the way.

You don’t have to see everything to get there, you just need to take the first small step.

Forever yours,
Celeste

For all you lost souls awake at this time of the night.

I see you.

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