Poker Face

What would you do if you get these two cards? Just imagine you with your last $100,000 chips in Texas Hold'em by Zynga. All of your chips are in the table with stakes of 5k/10k. You have folded the last hew hands and you have an instinct that you are not going to win this one. To make it more interesting your friend has Pocket Aces. He tells you his cards through the chat. Then as your friend gets AA he all-ins $80,000. You being sane, FOLD. Then the 5 cards on the board are A(c) -2(c) -7(s) - K(h) and then the river 10 of CLUBS. You could have had a win. You become so angry. It should have been the chance to be the leader among your friends but no. YOU FOLDED!

If you are a victim of this, please join the page I hate folding winning hands :@!! and lets share the bad luck.

Poker

Its a social activity, strategic game, bacteria for your finances and an obsession.

It can be many other thinks but i am not that alive at the moment to think of them. Anyways. Poker. There are a lot of games that can be included in poker such as Blackjack, Texas Hold'em and a new game that i learnt last year from my Chinese friends: Choi Tai Di. Its amazing. If you want to know more about it, either Google it or post a request for explanation in the comment box below ( points downwards, pretending its a VLOG)

Losing money is like your world has just sank in the space life Titanic. For me i regret making a wrong move. i actually question my self: why did i all-in? why am i so greedy? why? WHY?WHY??? well the answer is simple. I am INSANE. By insane i don't mean mad or crazy, i mean out of my mind, drunk, high on drugs or just sleepy.

Who is like me? maybe many....or no one? anyways. Here is a little poem on Poker addiction.

I'm Addicted to Poker by Kieto

I'm addicted to Poker and I play it everyday,
The time flies by so fast I forget what I was going to say.
Why just yesterday, I was in the middle of a hand,
When the phone rang, I picked it up and this is what I sang.

Please Mr. Bill Collector man I have a open ended straight,
Can't talk right now but I'll send that payment I know it's late.
Gonna play 3, no 4, no 5 more hands today,
Then I'll put it in an envelope so you can mark it paid.

Last time you called, I had a royal flush draw no doubt,
But because you bothered me I got timed out.
So you did your job today go away and don't bug me no more,
Let me get back to what I was doing I'm bluffing with a pair of fours.

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BYE

A new beginning?

Well. I have had enough. Blogging? What is it? I have had a lot of fail attempts at it. I tried and tried, but the idea of writing something and using all the features to its maximum, along with my handful of inertia, has not really imploded in my mind. I guess people do it as a hobby or to kill time or to say something that they have the right to or I do not know. Suicide?

What am I doing here? Killing time? Saying something i want to say? SUICIDE?

The answer lies in a deep deep massless nano space in my highly intelligent mind, which is locked by an invisible key. Its locked and can not be accessed unless a deep investigation has been done to decipher it. I am not joking. I am very contemplative.

If you start a blog, there is suppose to be a purpose. The purpose helps you focus your thoughts in one direction. Without focus, a sacred bond will be lost, leaving the reader with a feeling that either you or they are high on drugs. So what should my purpose be? Should I write about what happened yesterday? My dreams? My wishlist? I did deep and exuberant soul searching, by reading The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown. It opened my eyes in matters of all kind of issues that lie like a Jenga piece with no more moves on it. It showed me there is more than meet the eyes and sometimes the answer is right in front you. I don't know if you have noticed I wrote 3 paragraphs already. A quite lengthy entry i must say. Can this be an entry? I sure looks like one. What about the purpose?

Well it is yet to be developed. Today, its just about writing until sunset. So, with out further a due, my debut ORIGINAL work of masterpiece:

Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, FIGARO! Well as you can see its quarter after one, I am a little drunk and I need you now. The California girls have nothing on you, because I love the way you lie. You lied! I am only gonna break break your break break your heart and I will be solo, ridin solo, so please stop telephoning me, go back to you Alejandro. This time baby, I will be bulletproof and a rude boy. When I get older I will be stronger, they call me freedom just like a wavin’ flag. Can this freedom let me pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars because I could really use a wish right now. I wanna be a billionaire so freakin bad, but I also wanna be forever young. Hard decision. WAKA WAKA!

Wow. That took a few minutes to write. Anyways. What do you think? Please write you comments in the comment section below 'points down' (pretending its a VLOG!)

Try to guess how many songs there are in the excerpt. Well if you didn't recognize any of the songs, then you are either a dead ghost using the internet of the person you are haunting or you are an alien. Still, all these songs are great with good meaning (like anyone cares). I am not a techno. But wouldn't it be cool if actual recording of these songs being mashed up and uploaded on Youtube!

Should I be back? Well. I am sober now (i think). Peace In.