Patience

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions”

(Rilke)

When the rain blows in your face, you go back to your room and log-in to facebook and be bored. A lot has happened since I last posted. I hope you have been patient. I am back in university. My internet sucks. No more poker.

NO MORE POKER! HAVE NOT PLAYED IT FOR ABOUT A MONTH!!!!

I seriously cannot believe i have survived this long. Its a test. All i gotta do is wait till i go back home and PLAY PLAY PLAY!!!

When the whole world is on you case, you say thank you and tell them that you are awesome!

I AM AWESOME!!!

I can offer you a warm embrace, but NO. I don't want to waste my time.

Patience will make your life hard, because when you are patient all the opportunities that come knocking suddenly will go away and you fail FAIL! and probably end up in fail blog who will show you a clip with 10 seconds of fail and 1 minute of adverts!

I know you havnt made up you mind yet of what you are going to do. Just SLEEP!

So Good Night

(Note: Try to figure out the song i used to create this blog)

Regrets

Ok. The subtitle of the picture is random. Regrets always hit you right on the guts. It makes you sad, gloomy and disappointed.

“Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.”

Today, I did something that I regret doing, BUT I have been doing it my ENTIRE LIFE. I had $6million dollars, which i lost. EVERY SINGLE DOLLAR. I couldn't stop betting money at high states. Its stupid. STUPID. STUPID. STUPID. If you have millions of chips in ZYNGA Poker, can you please give me chips? Thanks.

“When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.”

Regrets. Sigh.

Regrets (by Taha Riaz: that is me)

As the pain begins to pass And the memories start to fade I can't help but rummage through All the grave mistakes I've made. I can't help but wonder what Would have happened if I'd fold -- when I had the chance... I could have some chips on hold :( Only now the pain sets in. For now it's certain. I'm too late. Wish I would have waited when I went all-in Wish I could somehow change my fate. So. Any comments?

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.

For more poems click here

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.