Monday, May 21
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Poker Interruption
My parents do not understand the amount of concentration I need when I play poker. They don't know that I'm playing 4 tables and 20 people simultaneously. On each table I come in with 100 dollars, sometimes working it up to over 300 dollars, so at any given time there could be a 200 dollar pot at stake.
My memory is pretty awful unless I'm interested in something and playing 4 tables of poker takes a lot of memory.
There are some things you MUST pay attention to if you want to win and there are some that are optional and most of the time I do remember those too.
So if I decide to play a hand I will be aware of the following,
MUST:
1. My table image at each table (have I been raising a lot? betting or checking flops?)
2. The cards I have.
3. The exact playing style of the person to my left and right (these are the people you can either take a lot of money from or lose a lot from).
4. The most aggresive guy on the table.
5. What position did the raise come from? (I play on 6 people tables, so there are 6 positions).
6. What hand ranges are usually raised from that position? What was the size of his raise? You can narrow down what he has by the position and size of his raise.
7. What position am I in?
8. How many people have called the bet so far and how much money they have?
9. How much money does the person who raised has? (if they have a lot, I can play more gambling style hands that if i hit the miracle cards, I can take his whole massive stack.)
10. How much money I have and how much money do the people who have yet to act have.
So every time I play a hand I think about all these things, I've done it so often it becomes second nature and if someone inturrupted me in this situation I would mostly be okay. The problem comes when I have to answer these 10 questions for 2 or even 3 tables at the same time and I have about 15 seconds to do so. The questions get deeper and more complicated as the hand progresses.
Anyways, I've been doing well and my game has improved a lot. I'm looking forward to September when I won't be inturrupted.
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Friday, May 18
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The Onesome Threesome Part V
I was resting along the side of the bar. Hours of dancing had gone by and the time approached 4. The crowd was just beginning to thin enough for me to see the people squatting against the opposite wall, some soothing their heads with their fingers, others out cold and a few making out.
Emerging between the crowd, I saw The Terminator approaching.
"So, what's the deal?" I asked.
"I think, it's best if we escaped now."
"What?"
Escape, to me, meant a steathy exit. One which meant he was avoiding someone. "You mean, just leave? Without you saying goodbye to her?"
"Yah, come on, let's go. Quick." he said, and at the same time urging me gently off my seat.
"Wait. Did she show you a penis or something?" I was enjoying his sense of urgency.
"No," he answered immediately. "I just don't want to say anything. It's easier for me. Come on, let's go."
I decided not to torture him any longer and I got up to leave. As I did this, I looked over his shoulder and saw her approaching. "Guess who's walking towards us?"
His eyes told me he knew.
"I'll wait outside for you. Call me if you change your mind."
"Fuck. Okay, I'll be out there soon. Just wait for me. I'm coming for sure."
"For sure, for sure?"
"For sure."
As I left, the busty Brunette with her Asian friend walked to The Terminator's side.
"Uh. Hey. I think I have to leave now. My friends are waiting for me."
"Oh really? But we're leaving to the airport tomorrow. Are you sure you can't hang out longer?"
With new information, he stumbled over words, only repeated very slowly and in softer quieter tonnes, "You're leaving--to the--airport--tomorrow."
"Yah our flight is tomorrow afternoon. Today is our last night in Japan."
"Your flight is--tomorrow--afternoon. Today is your last night in Japan." He looked at her and then he looked at where I had made my exit, "I can't though. I can't. My friends are waiting for me and I have an early work day tomorrow. I need my 2 hours of sleep."
"That's too bad," said the Brunette pouting her lips before moving towards him and giving him a lip locking kiss and then a hug.
After, the Asian girl walked up to him and asked, "Would you mind if I gave you a kiss also?"
Unsure, the Terminator turned his head to the Brunette for an answer. She was giggling.
"Uh-sure," he managed to say and turned his cheek slightly towards the Asian. She grabbed his head in both hands, cocked it directly at hers and kissed him on the lips, slowly slipping her tongue in his mouth while gently pushing his head in towards hers. He had a hard-on and he had been sure she knew it. When she pulled away, she smiled and gave him a wink when their eyes met.
The brunette said, "Hey, he's mine," and walked towards him, pulled him away from her friend, and gave him a longer kiss.
At this point The Terminator could feel the Asians hand on the small of his back -- it had never left -- and the Brunette's arms below his shoulder blades, her breasts pressed against his chest, and her lips on his. What he was feeling at this moment is anyone's guess, but what he knew was being offered is everyone's answer.
Pulling herself away from him the Brunette asked again, "Our hotel is only five minutes from here, couldn't you just call in sick tomorrow?"
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Sunday, May 13
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Japanese vids
Some funny Japanese videos:
Here and Here.
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Sunday, May 6
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Onesome Threesome Part IV
We were back in the smaller hip-hop room. There was R&B playing, music that The Terminator used to his advantage when slow dancing. Although he had a disposition, some would call it a skill, to dance slowly to any song when he was with a girl.
I was dancing beside him and he had not introduced me to her, so I was his little secret friend. Since our last conversation we decided that he had very little will-power so it was best if he did not kiss her as it would indefinitely lead to more, and I was put on duty to ensure this.
Grab grab. Touch touch. Feel feel. Dance dance. Intense eye-contact. Recycled. It went on like this for quite some time and I was getting quite jealous of his "difficult position." So when the time came when their heads slowly inched towards each other and their eyelids clasped shut, as their lips reached out for one another, I wound my arm behind my back, crunched my hand in a tight fist and hammered him on the shoulder blade causing him to headbutt the bikini brunette, and then I continued dancing as though nothing unusual had happened. Smiling as if I was smiling from my enjoyment of the song.
My punch had little effect because it took only three or four minutes until it was back to grab grab; touch touch; feel feel; dance dance. And then I'm not sure what happened next. Perhaps I tied my laces or was bumped into an obscured view of them, but when I had a good shot of them again they were tonguing each other fiercely. Long passionate kisses that knocked the rhythm of their dancing, kissing that shut out the people beside them.
As I watched them kiss I began to try to remember which trains we took to get here, because I sure to be heading home alone.
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