Sunday, July 31
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All IN
[journal] Even though in a previous post I wrote how I lost my interest in poker, I -- how should I put this? lied.
Only a day after the post, I ordered World Poker Tour DVDs and watched the pros play against each other. I also chipped in a good deal of cash (the amount will not be embarrasingly disclosed) to purchase real poker chip set. Thank god we didn't impulse buy the poker table we wanted (not by any of our own restraint; they were out of stock).
I tried organizing a poker game at my house today and emailed 6 friends. It was a total failure. Only Kevin replied, and this is what he wrote in his email, jow vu. Another friend on msn wrote, "You just want to take all my money." He sure called me on that correctly. Perhaps they all did.
I think my fascination with poker is in the small probability that I could have an irregular profession. I have doubts about my career as a teacher. I don't doubt that I wouldn't do a good job. I certainly would. But I think it would, at the same time, drain my spirit. It doesn't stimulate me in the way something that takes 50-60 hours of your week should. I also think I need a job where I can be anti-social if I chose to be. Most 9-5 jobs you gotta be jolly, jolly all day long. But some days I don't want to talk to you or to anyone and I would like a job that wouldn't care or judge.
I was joking with a friend about why it would be bad to date a professional poker player and we came up with some goodies:
1. Poker players often just rely on the math
"Honey, I'm sorry, I just never thought you would find out about that. I calculated a 95% percent chance that I wouldn't be caught. You can't blame me for odds like that."
or
"I wasn't totally sure you'd be angry. Something like 60/40."
2. Poker players have permanent poker faces
So when they tell you they love you or they are excited about your great news, they'd just have a flat expressionless face.
"I love you," or "I'm so excited for you" (spoken monotomously).
3. All poker players eventually go bust
Somedays it'll be filet mignon and escargot and others it'll be kidney beans with sugared water. Oh and sometimes the TV or car will go "missing, " and the electricity will be cut, and the newspapers not delivered, and....
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Friday, July 22
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My God
[journal] I haven't looked in such a long time, but WTF happened to The Sil's website? It made me not even want to read any of the articles.
MSG to CLIFF if you're reading this,
Your Andy creation is still holding up eh?
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No Bluff. I Like Poker.
[journal] I've got a new hobby, and it involves the internet, money and gambling. After watching a mini-documentary on professional gambling I went online to an internet gambling site and started playing with play money. I found it exciting. Then I did like I always do when I have an interest in something. I researched like crazy on the internet. I learned theories and strategies and while I read these theories and strategies, I began to see the reasons behind them when I read every theory/strategy (TS) with a finite (ie, probability) + psychology (FP) framework.
When I go to sleep, unfortunately that's when all my deep deliberation occurs and I started inventing my own TS based on a FP framework and in the morning after reading more found out that other people had said the same things, which boosted my confidence in my intuition. Out of all my subjects in school I did best in Finite. Out of all my personality traits, I would compliment myself in being able to put myself in another's shoes and also read people. These are the two things that I think make a good poker player.
So it was then day three of my poker obsession and Mike asked if I wanted to play in a 2 dollar poker tournament online with first prize at 1000. 2 dollars! Why not? These days water costs 2 dollars.
The tournament had 2000 people in it. Exactly 2000 people. Poker tournaments work like this,
Tables of 10 people and as tables kick players out (dude loses 1000 dollars in play poker chips) they will collaspe one table and distribute the 9 people there into all the tables that are missing people. So with 2000 people there were exactly 200 tables of 10 people. My goal was to make top 500 since I had played 3 real Texas Hold'em Poker games in my life and 2 days of internet poker. I was really surprised when our table kept kicking out people and I consistently wasn't one of them.
The tournament started at 9 p.m. Five hours later, 2 a.m., of our table making people go broke I was still playing. I had been playing 5 hours of winning poker, and the two hundred tables had collasped to 11 tables. Losing only two hands when I invested more than 10% of my poker chips and winning every other hand that I went in on over 10%. I had the second highest amount of money on my table which was a guarantee I could last another 20 minutes if I played my style of poker. My hand was two jacks, in poker terms pocket jacks. Of all the possible combinations of starting hands you could be dealt (2 cards from a deck of 52), I had the fourth best hand, arguably the third best hand in my situation. I raised and I had a few people limp in. The flop has nothing but stray garbage cards: 5D, 3H, 10D. The only thing that could beat me right now is if someone had pocket 5s, 3s or 10s (ie, they now have 3 of a kind) so I test them with a big raise, if someone has three of a kind they will most likely reraise me to get the rest of my money, but everyone dropped out except one guy who only calls me (meets my raise and doesn't reraise on me). Another card drops, it's a 9h. Still nothing has a chance to beat me so I put in 1/3 my money and the other guy calls me. The final card flops and its a Js so suddenly on River (the last drop) I have three of a kind. I'm thinking I've won for sure now and go all in. He does not hesitate and goes all in also. My heart stops because of his confidence. We flip cards and he has two spades cards, making a spades flush (5 cards that are all spades). In other words, despite my high raises (the test and then the 1/3 my money) he still risked most of his money in trying to draw spades. That means he put in over half his money when the odds were 82% to 18% in MY favour. I couldn't be angry with myself because I played the right move. If I had won that had I would have made it to the final table of 10 people with a chance at 1000 dollars (anyone who makes the top five wins hundreds).
Anyways, since then I have played on sit down tables, which is basically a single table of 10 people and the last man standing wins. Out of four games with my brother, we've won two of them (6 dollars to enter 25 dollars a win, 15 for second and 10 for third). =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-= UPDATE: I entered another tournament of 2000 people (it's been 2 days) I only lasted 2 hours this time (instead of five) and placed 440 (instead of 110). Then I got into an argument with my brother because he wanted me to go ALL IN on a card because I was beginning to look poor and was running out of time (ever so often you have to put money in called blinds, which is done automatically and before you see your cards, so because of my low money I would soon run out of money if I don't play). I wanted to wait for a better hand so I folded when another guy went ALL IN. My brother kept on harping for the next five minutes about how I should have went all in. So I just swore off playing internet poker with him. I just do shit like that and I don't care.
I guess the poker hobby had a pretty early death (it's not completely six feet under yet!). Now my movie hobby will likely make a comeback (which in the past had took over my cooking hobby, which took over my gadgetry hobby, which.....)
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Saturday, July 16
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Overheard in NY
[link]Funny site that has contributions of conversations overheard in NYC. HERE. Some that I found particularly funny, White guy: Yo, what up my nigga? Black guy: Chillin', bro. White chick #1: Did you hear what he just said? White chick #2: Yeah, but it's OK, he said nigga, not nigger. Guy on cell: No, I'm waiting for the ferry...No, not him; the boat that goes into the city. Guy on cell: I moved all the way here and now you won't even marry me? Guy: Well at one point he took off his boots, a while later tried to put them back on. I told him that they were the wrong feet. Then he looked at me and said, "No...these are my feet." Kid #1: Paper beats rock. BAM! Your rock is blowed up! Kid #2: "Bam" doesn't blow up, "bam" makes it spicy. Now I got a SPICY ROCK! You can't defeat that! Black guy: I ain't saying I love her, but I got feelings for the bitch. Woman: Can you please make sure it's a boy lobster? I'm only into boys, and don't want to eat a girl. Woman on cell: Hi honey...yes, I'm fine...I can hear you...stop saying hello to me. I goddammn hate it when you say hello.
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Friday, July 15
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I'm dying
[journal] Just kidding. I'm just sick. But whenever I'm sick, I feel like I'm dying. Also, if your father is a doctor, you end up pretty drugged. I'm so drugged right now. Head not clear. Drowsy. Lazy and slow and a little delirious. I'm dying.
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Tuesday, July 12
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The Big Fun
[journal] I expected to have a good time in NYC but was surprised at how good a time I had. Ying, my host, spent all five days with me which in my experience, never happens. After a few days most hosts usually let you "do your own thing," or pawn you off on their friends. I only hope I was as good a guest.
Some highlights:
McDonald's has a David Lynch inspired jailhouse in NYC (Times Square? I'm so bad with locations...). It's a black painted monstrosity with security guards who resemble wardens and rows of monitors flickering, looping commercials and propaganda. You'd expect at any moment for a Ronald McDonald caricature to pop out around corners and demand that you SUPERSIZE your meal.
Central Park is the size of a small city. On weekends it has so much going on that it's more interesting than theme parks.
Century 21 is a discount clothing store that's like winners, except it has three large floors and has better selection. The Zagat Survey rated it the best discount store in the world. I preferred this place over NYC's vintage stores, which were ordinary and overpriced.
Village Yokocho was my favourite bar. It had an esoteric entrance from its main hall that resembled a shabby entrance to a janitorial room or a non obtrusive pantry. Yet, once through the entrance, it opens to a lavish bar room with edgy Japanese servers in formal attire, all honourably doing their job, else hara-kiri. Light jazz music in the background, a 70s sleuthy feel, and tasty cocktails with catchy names like Manhattan red only made it better.
I really miss NYC right now while I type this with a cold and headache, exaggerated from the heatwave outside.
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