We Can Lead Lives of Dignity and Authenticityby RiKD, April 09
Alright, it is time to get this as pink as pussy business in the rear view mirror. It was a decent run. What heterosexual male does not like vagina. It is one of the wonders of the world. With that said I am more concerned with what freedom means to everybody? What does freedom look like? What prisons exist for us? Do we even desire freedom?
I went on a walk today by a river. The surface sparkled illuminated by the sun. The breeze had a faint smell of the trees blooming. There was good conversation being immersed with other pleasantly happy and high walkers and bikers. I feel free in those moments.
I feel free listening to stimulating music sipping on an excellent coffee typing some words out. Until I can not find the right words............... Ok. It is ok to not have the right words. It leads to some meditation on what the next words should be. I listen to some music, I take a sip of my coffee and it flows.
I am addicted to flow. Flow state. I live for that shit. Just thinking about it I want the adrenaline. I want to drive as fast as the car will let me. I want some fucking cocaine. Let's take a bunch of molly and head to a rave. Different experiences. I have never felt as connected as I was rolling MDMA at a small venue rave. I want to get back to dancing, drumming, and chanting. I will always listen to my music loud. I have to live this life at a certain type of frequency. A vibe. That is mine. Let's hope it resonates with some people! It sucks to be alone. It sucks to be isolated. I need a little help from my friends, I get by with a little help from my friends, I am gonna try with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help from my friends. That sums it up the best I can think of. I want to go out to the magical forests and do shrooms. Why not just a coffee shop with a mixed group of people? That is quite lovely. My mascot is the dolphin, who live better than we do. They are the next level purveyors of awesome in the seas. Eat some anchovies and chill. Go for a swim. I WON'T SPEND ANY MORE TIME ON THE DOLPHINS EVEN THOUGH I WANT TO!
Deadmau5 on speed is always an experience. That is kind of where I am at now. Coffee is relatively weak speed but enough of it and it is still speed. Fuck this on a day like today I should be outside or lounging and reading a great book. Phoning a friend always seems to work. HAVE FUN LP! DRINK COFFEE BUT NOT TOO MUCH! WELL, DO WHAT YOU LIKE! COFFEE OR NO COFFEE DO WHAT YOU LIKE! THERE WILL ALWAYS BE SOME UNPLEASANTNESS! SOME THINGS MORE SO THAN OTHERS! PUSH THROUGH IT AND IT WILL NOT BE SO BAD IN THE FUTURE!
Four more days at my job and then moving excitement and then realization that I have to find a new job and then the realization that oh shit I do not know what I am doing with my life. Going to a bunch of different meetings and then finding ones I like and going to those regularly is a fun proposition. Likely, I find some people I like spending time with. So crucial. Finding that job that covers reasonable expenses and gets me out of poverty and has me kind of fired up at some points is the puzzle. There has to got to be a solution for that but I have yet to find it. Something I am mostly into and ready to go most days. Whatever jobs that just barely cover meager expenses is the recipe for meh. It can be recovered through great friends, a healthy amount of gratitude and being helpful. Maybe I just get back into bodybuilder mode where I am at the gym all the time. Getting high through barbells. I would rather take walks on the beach and chill. Eat some shrimp and grits and chill.
I want more tattoos. My sister just got something quite fierce and dope. No funds, no tattoos.
There was a young lady sitting out on the patio where I was at today. Cool tattoos. I loved her sunglasses. She orders a bottle of Rose for herself. Man, that's my kind of woman. Straight horrible for me at this point but I am glad she exists. A Nicola Six type of character I always seem to be attracted to. I was with another Nicola Six type of character last night with a group of people at a diner. She is like a version of Nicola Six in recovery. This is the one I had an intense manic episode in her home and it was quite awkward for a while. It is nice to know some time has past and we could just have a normal chat. She is a really cool chick. That is what I will tell her, "You are a really cool chick, thanks for being awesome." The world just needs cool people that are awesome.
So, another chapter and things have not really changed. Job situation is tenuous. Women situation is underwhelming. I feel like I have learned more though. I have more knowledge and confidence than I did before. I still have hope that things will get better. Perhaps, I have to have this hope. It is some wiring that keeps me going into the future. Hopelessness just leaves me depressed and alone and isolated. That is no place to be. The fates will tell my story I am just here for the ride. It would be pretty cruel to be in the same situation I am in now when I am 50. It could always be worse though. I should be thankful for what I do have. This life will never be perfect. I am addicted to experience. Transcendence can be found in the mundane. Hell can be other people but it does not last just like the absurd or negative thought does not last. We can lead lives of dignity and authenticity.
You'd think I'd have more details or a more well thought out process for how to get back into poker, but you'd be wrong! What I bring to you is my little 5 step plan, the details are more or less assumed.
[x] Get a job
[x] Get a car
[ ] Build a new roll
[ ] Play with new roll
[ ] Go pro.... again.
Those of you with keen eyes will notice that not only have I made it to step 2, I actually have a car now! I bought a 2004 Saab, an interesting choice, some may call it stupid others may call it unique. Saab is out of business which is part of the reason you can get a car like this under 3k, but during their legacy they made a rather unique car. In fact I kinda feel like Saab was ahead of their time with many of the concepts and technologies they introduced. I guess it was supposed to be a budget luxury line that wasnt total crap. Nonetheless their cars have a very different appearance that has aged quite well for a 14 year old car. It still looks classy and modern like any 00's BMW/Mercedes if you ask me. While hunting for cars I learned 2 valuable lessons; never buy from a dealer and everything under 5k looks boring and old as shit.
I know I know we're supposed to be beyond superficiality and looks, but I knew if I got a 98 camry that I'd hate it and be looking to sell it ASAP which would prove to be a losing financial decision longrun anyway. It doesnt have to be amazing, just something I fricken want to drive, and in my budget pickens were slim. Even if I did decide to go the camry/honda route, that entire line of cars seems to be built for the needy. Every one of them I checked out was just horribly abused. Essentially poor people dont take real good care of their cars, and I started I feel like I should flat out avoid the entry level Japanese line since their history is just gonna serve as beaters for low income people like myself. You have to be very patient to find that one car that is listed under 3k that someone actually took good care of and is just parting ways with it because it's time to move on. All the others are trash being dumped before the engine/tranny blows up.
So along came this Saab, and man I love this thing. Besides the looks it's just so different. Saab re-invented the wheel at every opportunity which overall just kinda gives the car its own theme. The door handles open different, the seats recline different, the dash layout is different, the buttons are different, the ficken ignition switch is in the middle next to the e-brake, everything is just done differently. It just makes it feel like you're driving a new kind of car, even if it's just new to me. But anyway I'm so happy I bought this because I really feel like it's a keeper car. It'll look just as good in 10 years and does everything I want it to. I'm also a bit proud of myself to be honest; that I've made it this far and cleared two huge milestones and that I actually own something, something with NO PAYMENT. It's mine. Within the next few months I hope to be taking shots at 2/2 NLHE live again and just praying for a good run so I can get back to living life and not just living for the weekends (or in my case, every other weekend with this fucking lame job I've got). Cant complain though, I have a used luxury car in good condition, a roof over my head, and food on the table.
So I've been practicing Zen meditation now for 7 years and have gotten to the point where nothing can die without negatively affecting me. My average day is running something like -30BB/100 as science. I've gotten so far into it with Thai masters that literally nothing can wrong in the universe without it making my life more challenging. It's impossible to turn a blind eye to anything. I've been in such bad straits for so long now that the Chinese have literally sent Shaolin to my town to instruct me in "not being so bad".
But what I've learned from this is that even if you can have a 10:1 KDA average in DotA2 and not be able to get above 800 MMR (without overdosing on drugs), real life is surprisingly easy. The last time I overdosed on drugs I did die or something and ascend into heaven and was above 800 MMR but was reset when I was res'd by the Shaolin, and am below 700 MMR again.
But living a healthy IRL is really easy. Sure to be GM in anything takes work and practice, talent and motivation, and so on. But even high Diamond league SC2 equivalent is well than more than enough to live a super healthy life.
Probably 50-100 hours of knowledge and 1000-2000 hours of practice can make us super healthy individuals with just aerobic and anaerobic training. It's ultimately cheaper and possibly easier to eat healthy, get plenty of rest, and then train for an hour or two five days a week.
Interesting almost every Starcraft player, DotA player, etc. ever has put in 50-100 hours of knowledge and 1000-2000 of practice, which would be like the equivalent of high GM in most health concerns.
So it seems like high diamond Starcraft II or DotA 2000~3000 MMR is more than enough to be a hometown high GM or national mid GM in fitness. Of course I've also done karate, and I think most people would be satisfied with a black belt, which probably does not take more than 500 hours maximum (unless you are really hardcore). I don't know how much time I really put into my black belt in TKD but I think it was probably not as much as 2k hours.
But I've got 2k hours on my dota account, and am still < 700 MMR, which shows that dota is really hard compared to IRL.
But yeah, my IRL human is doing pretty well. I've written a book at around ~70k words somewhat unedited, created a video game at probably an hour or so playable time, but quite sophisticated.
My IRL human has recovered from schizophrenia, psychosis, anxiety, phobias, different health concerns and is almost completely grade A again except for a pinched nerve in the neck.
But what I've noticed is Diablo has failed us. Whether you're blind or not, high level Starcraft is accessible to you. Whether you're psychologically inept or not, mathematical poker still beats microstakes, whether you have bad luck or not, you can succeed in most games of luck, possibly even become infinite in hearthstone with practice.
But it seems Diablo is truly the most difficult game of all time. I cannot find any other way to power up in Diablo other than patience and grinding and running rifts. Since I am running -30BB/100 or so in all things thanks to the years of zazen, I cannot seem to find items, power up my character with sets, or anything like that. I always roll the wrong sets, wrong characters for seasonal items, wrong uniques, wrong ancients, legendaries, sets, and so on.
Despite it being my ultimate and final goal of all time, it seems I just cannot get on the top of the Diablo III ladder, and it proves to me this is the most difficult thing ever.
After first losing "weekly" report, we are more than happy to share our 4th "weekly" report's results with you. Check out what we lost and what we won!!
Btw, sorry for the low quality of video we had some problems with the camera.
feels like im getting old and play poker isnt that fun anymore, helped with the fact that its been 1 year since pokerstars killed hu, now I have to grind vs player 1 and player 2 at anonymous tables or vs some ukranian multiaccounter that I can't trash talk because I dont know who he is...
When you are getting pussy you gotta have it. The pink stuff. The good stuff. After a while the obsession dims. Spend enough time away from overly stimulating experiences it may flicker. Not to say asses will not be glanced at in grocery stores. I had a friend who was wearing this ridiculous t-shirt that showed way too much cleavage. You hear a song about double dees and it is hard not to think about it or find your eyes having a look. My brain controls my eyes, what controls my brain?
I drank too much coffee. I do not like drinking coffee at night but how can I turn down free pie, free coffee, and conversation amongst friends? Now, I got a bit of the coffee anxiety thing going on or it is all in my head. Either way it felt like writing was a better option than trying to sleep. I really do enjoy socialization over reading a book or watching tv. It was a fun night. I need more nights like this.
I put in my two weeks notice at work. It makes for an interesting dynamic. I have experienced some animosity. No, I would not say strong hostility. In some ways I just do not care but my conscientiousness overrides it. Plus, I have to do something. It is difficult to just stand around and be in the prison of a seafood market rather than doing the right thing and being on top of any and all tasks. Sometimes there are not any real tasks. That is when I can stand and think if I can stand it.
You know I do not really like magazines. Some are pretty cool to casually look through and may have some good articles but many are just kind of shite. I really do not like all the advertising either. I swear I can look through a magazine and be anti advertisements yet some of them will seep into my sub-conscious tampering with my life and weakening my third eye. I do not necessarily think I have to move out to the forests of Washington and eat a lot of mushrooms but I like my third eye and want to keep it healthy.
I wonder if there are people who never get effected by insecurities? Perhaps some monks somewhere. I should really change the question and drop the word never. I suppose being affected by certain things is human nature.
I do not control my brain or my environment...
I take vitamin D and vitamin B12 every day. My brain and my environment decided that was the right thing to do. It is so much more fun to talk about the fates weaving a tapestry of my life. Tonight I will get naked and paint myself and dance to Senegalese tribal music in honor of the muses. Thank the muses! I will get naked and paint myself and dance to Senegalese tribal music to thank the muses.
Good day, good night, farewell,
Whether sun or moon,
There is always the poon,
Libidos haunting,
Penises jaunting,
So it is said they have a mind of their own,
The gods and the brain are on the phone,
Oh, what a beautiful evening,
The sky is as pink as pussy,
If life was a game and money was points...by LikeASet, April 03
This is just a thought experiment.
If you had to start from nothing, and wanted to make a million dollars in the most efficient way possible without breaking any laws of course, what would you do in order to do so?
When I say nothing I don't really mean nothing like homeless bum. Let's take a typical person that would be on this site such as myself. Here is the hypothetical starting situation;
- Don't have to worry about current living situation, let's say you moved back in with the folks
- You have a college degree (I myself have a BS in Finance), but resume would only appeal to entry level positions
- You have a mind that is strong in logic, pattern recognition, and systematizing.
- You are a commute away from upper middle/upper class cities
When I think about this I imagine going a low variance route in which one obtains a typical administrative/salaried entry level position (40-60k USD/year), working a second job during evenings/weekends that is hobby-like (ex. piano lessons, in my case fitness training which would supply another 20-40k year), and then dumping excess income into real estate. I guess nothing unusual here.
hi i am new in liquidpoker , my name is fahd from morocco , create these thread to track my progress playing zoom poker.
my starting bankroull is 20$ and hope will move up limit.
So I am wondering if anyone here is into Arbitrage Sports Betting? - If so would love to chat to any of you about it / what you do / how you do it. It is probably different for me in Aus, as I believe they restrict the bookies that we can use to only Aus ones? - But im sure the general theme is the same.
Seems like there could be some good money to be made, but flying under the radar my be difficult. I dabbled a little bit at one bookie, and they were quick to limit my promotions and ability to 'odds boost' my bets at once / day.
As a life update, I moved away from poker, went back to study (Finance), found it really tough getting work for the first few years in a related field, but eventually got there and am now working as a Financial Accountant (which surprisingly I really enjoy) - had you asked me if I ever would have wanted do that 5 years ago, I would have balked at the idea.
Anyway, drop me a comment anyone on sports arbitrage / life / anything else.
The birds are singing, the sun is out. It is the season of spring. I will be moving to Charleston, SC. Joseph Campbell had a saying, "Judge a society by it's largest buildings." Charleston has a beautifully constructed bridge and historic churches. Can I look past the cult of religion for amazing architecture and culture? I just can't call it yet. I only need a handful or more of free thinkers to feel at ease or just some quality religious folk who don't encroach on the subject. I don't want to hear about Jesus just as much as they don't want to hear about how the universe and each and every one of us are in ruins with no redemption.
You know, I am still chasing coffee that my sister had from like months ago. It was some local stuff and they use water infused with some Colombian sugar that is custom there.
I like sex. I like sugar in my coffee. I like a perfectly ripened mango. I am underplaying sex. The animal nature of it. The build up. The release. The potential for frank conversation. Something about a cigarette afterwards. The cigarette that leads to having a cigarette after everything. The cigarette break. The cigarette that leads to having a cigarette before everything. As the tobacco toasts the muses play their song... Until they don't, and there's anxiety, and there's headaches, and there's motherfucking motherfucker. A part of me wants to be open to do anything. Line of coke? Por supuesto. I want the smoke break, the 5 min. breather, the nicotine in my veins, in my brain. I want a coffee and a cigarette. I want a decanter of wine all the time. I want to drown in cognac. Smoke 5 blunts and down some chodine. I want fresh summer corn on the cob with plenty of butter. I want blow jobs. Lots of blow jobs. Enthusiastic, skillful blow jobs. If someone has a comfy couch and some heroin I want to be down. I am a crazy motherfucker. I am an addict. There is no permanent escape besides death. I am cool with intermittent transcendence. A larger being of peace and serenity. Just a little bit of freedom from some of the pains of the world. Blow jobs are nice though. I miss blow jobs. They make me want to get my act together. Make big money and have some big fun...
Hah, butter and religion. What is a vegan athiest to do?
What are the odds on 300 lb. born again by next year? Hah.
I don't really want to go to work tomorrow but how many people do? That is some really amazing shit. That has got to be some hack on life or make enough that you just don't give a fuck. My job is not aids but it kind of sucks and I am not getting paid anything. What am I doing in regards to that portion of life? It is not going to change either by moving location. I will probably be worse off for a bit. Until I hit the beaches. Jesus may save some people but beaches save me. I will go work on a fishing boat or pick collard greens. I will eat rice and beans like the enslaved Africans and get skin cancer for being out in the sun too much. I will have to find a new skin cancer doctor. I will have to find a new psychiatrist so I don't terrorize the city with manic insanity. I am now in somewhat annoying stasis. It will have to do. It will have to do. I do my best to improve my perspective. I am doing better now from my synapses to my guts to my external world than I ever had and there is still distaste? Yes, many flavors I dislike but I must ingest. Sometimes I wonder if I were just not meant for this world. I just don't quite fit in right or maybe I just haven't found the right spot. I am a bad searcher or seeker yet a lot of things have gone right in my life. Things seems to work out. I get acclimated swimmingly. I could just be writing through my anxieties about moving. I could just be writing through my anxieties about everything. I have fears, resentments, and anxieties whether I want to acknowledge them or not. Many time these things are what are blocking me in life. I resent Kanye West for being so free with his expression and having the success and potential for freedom. I fear just not finding anything out in Charleston and being stuck in a menial job with out much funds or free time or friends.
Hope everyone is swell. If anyone is in Charleston lemme know.
One of our most important life quotes by Randy Pauch is "Never, ever underestimate the importance of having fun!"
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"That Man is the product of causes which had no prevision of the end they were achieving; that his origin, his growth, his hopes and fears, his loves and his beliefs, are but the outcome of accidental collocations of atoms; that no fire, no heroism, no intensity of thought and feeling, can preserve an individual life beyond the grave; that all the labours of the ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius, are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system, and that the whole temple of Man’s achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the débris of a universe in ruins—all these things, if not quite beyond dispute, are yet so nearly certain, that no philosophy which rejects them can hope to stand. Only within the scaffolding of these truths, only on the firm foundation of unyielding despair, can the soul’s habitation henceforth be safely built."
did a small amount of shrooms for the first time with some moon rock, both for the first time in my life at age 28. and really i'm just bothered that we receive so much advice on how to live our lives, on what to do in highschool, and what to eat for our diet, and what occupations to choose, and how to fall in love and what to love.
mass, blanket advice usually is too reductive to be all that useful and fails to introspect on all the nuance that makes blanket advice so easy to prescribe.
i wish doing shrooms was as universally prescribed and recepted as going to college. i can't overstate what it does for empathy and game changing that can be.
Back to the Gggrrriiinnnddd. Work went by pretty quick today. Pretty smooth. Most situations in my life these days are better than when I walk in the doors and punch in. I shudder at the thought of doing it again tomorrow. Today was just ok but I have 4 more days before I am off again. That is the grind. I start my leisure time with some Nicolaas Jaar but it does not have the same magic. I wore it out. The dopamine was deciding to be coy. At least I can get fed. Do I need this food? No but I don't need to fast for the night either. A pound and a half of red seedless grapes is a good start. I eat the things like I use to drink decanters full of red wine. Oh, how I love red grapes. I wish I did not eat the bread and left over soup quite as mechanically as I do. It's good but sometimes I long for some exceptional chaana masala with extra buttery naan bread and pistachio kulfi. Perhaps some shrimp and grits with an entire pecan pie. Fried chicken, mac n cheese, collard greens. The list goes on. My inner fat fuck wants to emerge. Retrogression yo-yo is a future possibility. I am somewhat angry as I type some of this out. I bang on the keyboards with the frustration of not eating a burger and fries with a chocolate milkshake to die for. That I will be dying for. Claude Cardiovasuclardisease and Suzie Stroke are coming for me. Danny Dementia and Carrie Cancer. Some pretty tough blokes and bitches. Why do I always worry about this stuff? How to manage life. It is a tough one. I just want to escape.
I just want to escape. From the job, from the circumstances, from cancer, from death. My leisure time starting at 9pm makes it a bit difficult on a Thursday night. I get taking care of pets, same ole same ole dinner of habit, dishes, and then read or watch tv. I have been going with Parts Unknown with Anthony Bourdain. It lets me vicariously travel and eat the great meals I am longing for. Well, would it not be better to work towards getting to some of these places I want to go to and truly living life? Am I a case of someone that is living a life of quiet desperation? Uggghhh, I don't want to live a life of quiet desperation! I also don't want to get too far out of my shell. I am not even sure what that means. I was thinking there is a life that is quite a nice fit and there is a life where I give up my shell for some crazy shell that does not fit me and never will. I don't know if I like the fit of my life now. I hate waiting games. I want to move to Charleston. I hope that is not running to Charleston. Wherever I go, there I am. No matter where I go, I have to bring myself. I am ok with myself these days. I still wish I had a passion, a meaning. I may have some direction. It just takes a while to get down the path. I better enjoy the path. Make the best of it. It is all I have. One day the flowers will bloom. The air will smell of a perfect faint, hint of magic. The next, all that will be clear is the sight of the dumb old mud road that never ends. Sing when you can. Dance when the feeling hits and please bring some friends along. Ask for help. Be grateful for this hell hole not resentful of this wonderland. Oh, the suffering. If we can just let go of the suffering and find ourselves on a porch in a rocking chair with a banjo and a giant cup of sweet tea. Cool breeze and harvest moon. We can sing songs of triumph and despair. We can escape the void. We can live.
I am interested in strawberries and dark chocolate. Bone Thugs n' Harmony. Creepin' on ah come up. What the hell am I creepin' on this time? Not a few million and fucking 10s. I am from Cleveland though. Cleveland is the city where I come from so run run. I must never forget my roots. They are a part of who I am. The good and the bad. I do have a love of money though. Who doesn't? How am I getting mine? I don't need much. Only about $2 billion. Nahhhh. Honestly, I heard recently that some people somewhere deemed that money does not buy happiness after $75,000. If I am trying to stay in a condo in downtown Large City and live that life I think that number is off but for most of us... well, at least me, that seems about right. Poker money was like lol. Just do whatever whenever and chasing the baller life. Shake my head. Man, I don't know. Everyone is different. This life can be tough. Just have to keep on existing. The fates will carry us regardless of what we want to do. They already control what we want to do. They control what we think, what we want to do, what we will do, and what will happen. Let's light a joint to that. Cheers! Champagne for all. Hot tub overlooking LA passing BIG blunts.
How do friends get disjointed? It is hard to stay real close with people living all over the world more or less broke and tied down. Just making it each month, no vacations, trapped. There are friends that live in the same city! Thank Zeus! Man, it's really just people I like spending time with. If I gotta move that's what I gotta do and find some people I like spending time with in the new city and people I really like I just gotta keep in touch from time to time. See how people are doing. Keep hitting that reefer sending me straight to heaven. Keep hitting these keys sending me straight to heaven. I don't need heaven or hell just give me some peace and serenity... and a gal with some perfect tits that likes to ride cowgirl. Fire in the fire place and a cup of green tea. Alright, that's about it for now. Honesty, serenity, tranquility, all that great stuff to everyone. Peace, love, I'm a hippy and may the fates and the muses be kind.
Who wants to own? I mean really own. Pwn. I think we all want to be a hero in our own story. The problem is much of life for most is mundane. It really is ok except many of us were not brought up to face that fact. At least I was not. I am not always dancing to Nicolas Jaar. That does not mean I won't chase it.
How does everyone drink their coffee? I drink mine black with some sugar. I like my days off because I can have 3-4+ cups of coffee and really enjoy it. Coffee and casually perusing some interwebz or coffee and music are much more enjoyable than coffee and preparing food on the clock.
I have to talk about bowel movements. I have been missing some lately and while it is not completely disorienting or anything like that it kind of is like something is off. A great bowel movement is something to behold. That is a bit strong. I just wanted to say it. I do not feel I have to go more in depth on this topic. Everyone knows. Everyone knows the joys of an exceptional bowel movement and the disconcerting air of a lack of one or a sub par one.
So, if I can get a great cup of coffee and a great bowel movement in that is the makings for a pretty swell day. Even if I can not that is some turmoil in the story of my life. It is not the Odyssey. but it will have to do. I use to think I was worthless if I was not on my way to making millions and fucking 10s. I only wanted to fuck 10s. I would look at the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue and say to myself, "Ya know, these women have some pretty great symmetry and shape to them. I will have to make a few million and have sex with all of them." That's a real hero. On his way to make millions and fuck 10s. Even when I was adventuring pretty hard I had to decide what I wanted to eat for breakfast, wait in line at the market, and do some dishes. I do not know if I will ever find my true passion, my true love. I suppose that goes for occupation as it does for women. That is ok though. I am not really searching for it. I am searching for better occupation. I am searching for compatible women and love. Who is not? Are these stories worthy of songs?
Ok. Now I think it may be time for me to make some soup! I wanted escarole but the market did not have any. We will see how it goes!
February was kind of symbolic for many reasons. I played 90 hours in the shortest month of the year! I've spent 20 days at tables, so the average session lasted 4,5 hours. If I remember correctly, also the Post-Rakeback EV result was the best I have ever had. I'm very satisfied with my gameplay, I don't feel any pressure playing NL2k. Of course, as usual I had random speews, according to my calculations I lost 3-4 thousand US dollars in February. (A bit more than in January, however less if converted to ). Nonetheless, month after month I'm working on improving myself and making as few mistakes as possible, though I'm keeping in my mind that every now and then I may as well fuck things up
What's more I had to attend to plenty of bureaucratic matters, which I needed to take care of this year. As leaving the comfortable and snug corner to deal with paperwork always sucks me out of life energy, I've always had a tendency to postpone such unpleasant activities. I have to say that in the end, the level of service at English administrative offices is very high and the whole process was smooth and pleasant (except for the need to get up before noon several times - FML ).
I've also taken care of most of the stuff regarding my trip to Asia. I'm leaving for Tokyo on 21 March and I will spend there around 2 weeks, and then I'm planning 2 weeks in Thailand (most likely 10 days on Phuket and 4 in Bangkok). Due to the fact that my companion for the Japanese part of my journey is a psycho, it seems that there's going to be lots of moving around from one place to another. At the moment our trip includes:
- 5 days in Tokyo, and sightseeing in major places like Asakusa, Shibuya, Shinjuku, Harajuku and Odaiba, all the while trying out as much delicious food as possible
- a stop in Matsumoto to see the black castle there, followed by a stay in a ryokan in Okuhida Onsen, somewhere in Japanese Alps
- 2 days in Takayama, a smaller town, a bit touristy place, but with a traditional Japan vibe to it
- 1 day in Kanazawa, famous for Kenroku-en (one of Japan's top three gardens), a geisha district, and delicious seafood
- 5 days for the Kansai region of Japan, so a bit of Osaka, a marathon through the most beautiful places in Kyoto and a daytrip to Himeji/Hiroshima.
An opportunity to travel to Vegas for WSOP has also appeared on the horizon. When I was starting out in the poker world, the participation in ME was my biggest dream, however in last several years I haven't felt particularly inclined to visit the city of Sinatra. As I'm a British resident and taxpayer now, I could enjoy no tax from any winnings earned in the city of sin. Not so long ago a news broke out that there have been some unfavorable changes regarding taxes, however, according to the organizers everything has stayed the same.
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