Devout reader Alon is asking:
I’d be really happy to read your life story in-depth. I was surprised to discover there’s more people sharing my own line of thinking, and who really succeeded in implementing it (which is my next step). I don’t want to sound like a blind fanboy – but the only word I can come up with is HOLY SHIT. Not to mention that going through many of your photos does bring up an image of transitioning from one paradise to the next.
With more and more similar incoming mails, maybe it is indeed time to give birth to a proper ‘about page’.
Who Is Regev Elya?
My goal is to build a life I don’t need a vacation from. (Sr. Rob Hill)
In 2010 I dropped out of the most luxurious university in Israel with the distant goal of building an online business with enough passive income to be financially free and do whatever the hell that I want any time that I want. Since then I’ve been to a fourth of the world’s countries, traveling solely on income produced online. I now work on a few book projects, teach people how to make money online, do business advisory and help skinny guys become sexy and fit.
June 14th, 1987: Hello world, a new baby is born in a hospital in Haifa, a beautiful beach-city in north Israel. Mom say that I weighted 2.6kg (5.7lbs) and that grandma Evonne accused her for sleeping with our Yemenian neighbour because the pregnancy was so tough that I was born “half black”.
I grew up in Tirat Carmel, a small town between the mountains and the beach, and had the most amazing childhood a kid can hope for. My father has 7 siblings with about 3 to 4 kids each – and we all grew up together like brothers and sisters. We call it ‘Tribe Elya’. All of us went to the same school that was separated by fence from our grandpa’s house. This meant a few things:
- We could all meet every day at our grandpa’s huge yard to play with the animals, ride bicycles and climb trees. We did that every weekend too since all the family lived within 5 minutes walking from each other. There were no iPads, but joy was everywhere. 25 years later, we still meet every friday and often even more frequently.
- While most kids in my school had cheese sandwiches for lunch, I’d just go to the gate and yell ‘Sabbaaaaa’ (grandpa in Hebrew) and he would come and hand me a plate of whatever grandma cooked that day. And ladies and gentlemen: my grandma was no western career woman, she spoiled me and my friends with her handcrafted couscous, meat and spinach stew (“Bk’hila”) and the holy grail of Tunisian cuisine: THE TUNISIAN FRICCASEE SANDWICH.
- We were not allowed to enter school with a football because playing meant a big mess. So every day in 10:20 my grandpa would throw a ball over and we played and later thrown it back to his yard. It was hilarious, and the teachers couldn’t do anything.
- We had 3-4 big dogs and plenty of puppies in the yard. Sometimes on friday my father would open the gate (he has the key) and i’d sneak the dogs inside and run wild with the them scaring all the girls away. I felt like the Beast Master.
- Every shabbat (saturday) all my cousins would come to my grandpa’s house, collect our big battery run vehicles and race each other inside the school when nobody was there. I had a blue Jeep. My cousin Karin had a pink Corvette that she never let anyone use. But of course I did, when she wasn’t around.
One of the buildings of my school was a few stories high and I used to climb it from the outside all the way to the roof. My grandma didn’t like it. I loved it. The sense of freedoooooom, and the… POSSIBILITIES. I used to look down from the roof and see possibilities. “That tree over there? Let’s build a camp around it!”. I always wanted to attach a zipline from the roof to my grandpa’s yard. I think i’ll get to it one day.
In 1996 my grandma was the #1 winner of the most popular reality show in Israel at the time. It was a show where people send funny unexpected videos captured on their camera. The prize: an 1997 Ford Tracer (‘Escort’ in the U.S) which my father still uses to this very day. Our video? My old-school grandma got an answering machine for her birthday and found it too funny to record a message speaking to a machine:
(see that little kid in the bottom left corner in the third second? that’s me)
Western people tend to think a rich childhood is a childhood of Call of Duty on the Xbox, but what a kid REALLY needs is a strong and secure ‘tribe’, a bonded family and community unit to lay a solid psychodevelopmental foundation to socialise, explore and learn the world. Divorces and/or careeeeer moms who don’t spend enough time with their kids are especially devastating to their healthy brain development. Modernity breeds disorders.
Mid and High School
That’s when I got my first computer. Slowly slowly I disappeared from our football games outside and my friends soon migrated to come to my house and play FIFA instead. My mom still remembers when my best childhood friend Guy told her “I don’t know what happened to him. He doesn’t get out the house!”.
I soon read my first book, a monster of a tome about Visual Basic and taught myself to program. I was a part of a teenagers forum that had a virtual currency (“points”) so that members could trade virtual goods. Most had somewhere between 0 to 200, the uncommon riches had maybe a thousand or two. But you’d expect more from your humble host, right?
I created a league and used my new Visual Basic skills to build a small program that simulates scores. Every member paid a virtual fee for joining and for buying players to his team. The champion won about half the total ‘revenue’ and the runner-up received a nice amount too. The rest went to me for running this thing. The result? I had more than 40 thousand points. My Jewish ancestors were smiling.
But I was banned a few weeks later. For some reason, they admins couldn’t comprehend that somebody could get that ‘rich’ legitimately. It gave me two important lessons for life: First, if you’re going to achieve some success – expect jealousy. Second, people with a poor mentality don’t believe anybody can get rich without cheating. Fuck those people.
Later on high school I created a small software (“WinneReqo”) designed to predict the Israeli football league results and help people win bets. I was exhilarated when somebody sent me a mail thanking me for a big win he made, but the true shock was when the official Israeli sport betting organisation (“Toto”) called me and wanted to buy the software. I was so amateurish in negotiation that I ended up screwing the deal because I didn’t give a rat’s ass about money back then.
I spent the last year playing World of Warcraft when the rest of my friends went out and had sex. My parents were worried I was gay. I later sold my WoW account for $600 on ebay and got my life back.
But with all this geekiness, I was possibly the most extroverted, hyperactive kid around. One of the teachers called me “the hardest kid in the history of this school”. Another teacher made a deal with me: “You can skip my class and go eat couscous at your grandma’s two hours earlier so that I can teach.” We had this agreement for a year. So every friday I came to school in 8:20 and left at 11.
But I wasn’t the kind of ‘problematic broken-family kid’ who throws chairs at teachers. I just COULDN’T sit still. No matter how hard I tried to listen to the teachers, I couldn’t hold my attention for more than 3 secs (I actually counted). There was no emotion in their voice, and if the teachers don’t enjoy their work – how can we? My way to cope was making everyone laugh hysterically. And I never cared about the consequences, which is ironically why I never got in serious trouble.
That’s where my life really changed.
I actually requested to go through fight-pilot training, but they didn’t let me because I was underweight and therefore had a special clause in my profile preventing me from joining elite forces. Instead, I was sent to an accelerated dedicated course to become a ‘logistics officer’ within a year. Fuck that.
I left after two months and as revenge was sent out to do a second bootcamp, this time in the southern desert with the armoured forces. Bootcamp is the hardest part of the service and I refused to do it all over again so they sent me to jail. I was the only one in my cell, the isolation was mindfucking and I had a young fragile spirit so it took them a week to break me.
After three months I was done with the second bootcamp and went through some specialisation and was sent to serve in the shittiest shithole earth has ever known: a deserted brigade in the middle of nowhere. It took a few months but I managed to do the impossible and get out by giving the act of my life feigning psychosomatic symptoms. I learned them through a psychiatrist-friend of my dad. Many soldiers have tried that before but I was told only one managed to pull it off.
So I was then sent to my final base where I was flourishing. That’s where I did my skinny to muscular transformation and gained about 30kg. I still couldn’t take orders though and kept my unpredicatbly reckless behaviour. I was confined a couple of times for a few weeks and was even sent to jail for 21 days a few months before my final release.
A week before finishing my service I put on new uniforms, brushed my shoes and infiltrated a bootcamp acting as if I was a new soldier. When the commanders were playing their own act to put discipline and fear in the new soldiers – I stepped towards one of them (a female commander), put my arm around her shoulders and gave her the joker speech. Everyone was SHOCKED. I then ran away and escaped. It was hilarious, and for a week I was worried to be found out and sent to jail.
If I had to do it all over again, I’d go to the most combative unit available. But I was a stupid 18 years old young boy with absolutely no patriotism or understanding of the conflict in the middle east. I’ll make sure to compensate and send my sons to protect the land. If you’re a young Israeli dude, I advise you not to go through the military route that I took.
I bought my first DSLR and started working as a nightclub photographer to improve my photography and meet hot chicks. Somewhere along the way, as I got more muscular and confident and started to know everyone in Haifa, I begun working as a club promoter here and bartender there and later became the promotion manager of a famous club. Incredible times.
One time I had sex with 3 different girls at 3 consecutive nights without doing ANYTHING. Each of them gave me a phone call saying ‘I missssssssss you!!’ and came to my place. I think that’s when I realised that all a girl wants is an adventurous, fun guy with a higher social status than them.
I then decided to leave my beautiful girlfriend home and go try my luck in sales in the U.S.A. The job was so boring and my girlfriend was crying to me all day long because her grandfather passed away so I decided to fly back home after three weeks. Besides, my dick was boiling. I fight my instincts and never cheat.
Within a few months I flew to Sweden to sell oil paintings door to door. But FUCK – have you ever been to Scandinavia? this land is so spectacular that when everybody was doing drugs – I was eating salmon and broccoli showing them youtube videos of the Northern Lights trying to convince them to quit this job and go travel around. My friend Mor quickly had an idea and the next day we were on bicycles on our way to Denmark, collecting apples and sleeping in a tent.
I also tried to work in the cinema here because I love movies. They fired me because I became so intensely focused in a movie (Shutter Island) that I forgot to do my job. I also spilled a huge box of nachos and salsa sauce all over the floor. Beautiful times! I’ll give you a $100 if you can find a worse employee than me.
The Technion is rightfully called “The M.I.T of Israel” and studying there carries a high status stamp. It’s funny because most students there are social robots with zero imagination, domesticated to be working cogs in big corporate systems – yet they still think they’re better than the rest of Israel. Whatever, they’re the ones stuck with ugly girlfriends.
My high-school grades were so bad that I had to get an incredibly high psychometric (our “S.A.T”) grade. I got 768/800 on the last simulation that I did – but then my girlfriend and I broke up and I had a short fling with a very hot girl. One night we drank so much champagne and had so much sex that I couldn’t reach the middle of each simulation chapter the next day. I could barely focus on the real test and my final score perfectly reflected my demonic lifestyle – a symbolic 666.
It wasn’t enough. I needed 0.01 (!!!) more points on my overall rank so I went berserker and emailed the professors every single day till they gave up and let me in. Not unlike Andy Dufresne in Shawshank Redemption and his library fund. It’s truly amazing what you can achieve with enough grit.
After three weeks of dissecting sharks and pigeons I realised there’s no fucking way I’m going to spend my whole life in a lab. But what could I do “outside”? I came back home one day and on the news there was something like “How Two Teenagers Make $12,000 a Month Online, Working 6 Hours a Week From The Beach”. FUCK. ME. SIDEWAYS. I watched the whole thing and went to the main office the next day to freeze my Technion membership. I KNEW i’m going to figure this thing out.
And my Technion profile is still frozen to this very day. And they still send me emails to come back. If they only knew..
So after quitting the Technion I saved up some cash as a teacher. They fired me quickly because I was teaching evolution to religious kids. When my birthday came, I donated all the clothes and stuff that I had, went to the airport and asked the El-Al receptionist to book the first flight. She said there’s one going to Kiev and another to Bangkok. THAILAND HERE I COME.
And that’s where it all begins.
I went all across Asia and built an online affiliate business along the way. I spent about two hours at the end of each day, working from bungalows to beaches to rain forests. Wherever you name it. I even worked on it while creating a fundraise for a very poor village in Cambodia. And I was watching online marketing webinars for an hour a day and kept reading books along the journey. After a year of hard work things really started picking up.
The business grew and matured significantly and I had no geographic chains and therefore kept exploring the world. From christmas markets in Europe to bungee jumps in Costa Rica to shoving hot habanero peppers down Nicaraguan ass-holes. The business kept working wherever I am, it was fully passive and the dream was practically achieved. Financial freedom.
Though I was first affiliating products that I truly believed in, I now sell my own products and services. I get a LOT of traffic to my sites and many people buy my books or contact me for business or health consultations and help which I am always happy to provide. The main goal behind my work is to put all my ideas and experiences on paper and leave something behind for my future grandkids to be proud of. If it can help the rest of humanity too, why not?
I now live off my online income and alternate between a few months in Israel and a few months in some exotic location to recharge. But something interesting is happening. Now that I have the financial freedom to travel the world as much as I want, I no longer have the desire to do so. Maybe it’s time to get married and pop out some babies.
That’s what we’re hardwired to do, after all.
Things you didn’t know..
- I got three siblings – Sapir, Adi and Aviv.
- I tried to get into Abkhazia to locate and study the oldest living people in the world but was stopped in the border and interrogated by the Russian army. They thought I was a Mossad agent.
- The only alcohol I regularly drink is red wine, and sometimes Arak.
- As a kid I could name the company and model of EVERY car on the road from a hundred meters.
- I never smoked a cigarette.
- I grind and brew my own (very strong) coffee.
- I have done Muay Thai (Thai Boxing) for quite a while.
- There’s a story in the family of how two young chicks approached me when I was three years old and went “what a beautiful girl!”. In response I unzipped my pants and showed them my dick.
- My favourite sport club is Hapoel Haifa F.C.
- I was invited to talk in a few primetime talk shows in Israel, but rejected them all.
- I am a voracious reader and spend hours of reading a day. I probably read about 50 books a year and more than a thousand papers and articles online.
- I have a bunch of scars from motorbike accidents. In the harshest one, a local lettuce truck in Laos found me bleeding on the road under my motorbike and took me to a local ‘witch doctor’ who only made things worse. The last scar is a beautiful stripe on my left thigh, courtesy of Honduras. I stopped riding bikes on a regular basis, it’s just not worth it.
- I’m in love with Walk off the Earth.
Countries visited: Israel, United States, Sweden, Denmark, Germany, Thailand, Cambodia, Myanmar, Philippines, Vietnam, Laos, Holland, Bulgaria, Italy, Vatican, San Marino, England, Serbia, Kosovo, Montenegro, Albania, Macedonia, Greece, Jordan, Taiwan, France, Switzerland, Georgia, Armenia, Romania, Mexico, Belize, Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama, Hungary, Slovakia, Singapore, Japan, South Korea, Ethiopia, Seychelles, Cyprus, Canada.
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