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I played about 1.5k more hands at 25nl FR today, ended at $796 after peaking at $850 (I got sucked out on, lost a few med-sized pots.

Then I decided it was time to do some study about lungs n shit (got a test tomorrow). How ever, no study session is complete without a 6max poker table running! To my dismay (well, not really), I soon discovered I was seated at a table full of absolute moronic stations.

Key hand...this one fag Cilek had just come and sat down 4 hands ago. I get dealt K 10o in CO, raised it up and got 2 callers. Flop was 578r, I bet at it for 13bb because I sensed weakness in my opponents (I'm psychic). Fag instant calls. Turn was a K, completing the rainbow...he checked to me and I checked back, feeling suddenly suspicious and looking for a cheap showdown. On the river (a blank 2) he mashes the bet pot button (which is now at a hefty $10) and after much deliberation, I decided to call putting him on a busted straight. He showed KJ to take the pot down.

Needless to say, I was astounded and infuriated at the result of the hand. I watched him carefully, and soon realized he would limp and call ANY pre-flop raises any 2 cards. If he ever hand a hand (ie. top pair any kicker) he would mash pot button, regardless of if the pot was $2 or $15.

I decided I'd just tighten up a LOT (there were other stations and short-stacks besides him) and wait for a good moment to get some $$$ back. 30 minutes later, here is the result of my patience:

http://www.liquidpoker.net/h/153996

So that is always amusing. Anyway, time to try and study: may the poker gods bestow you all with fishy lagtards upon your tables as they so graciously did for me today.

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So I moved up to 25nl with my fresh $500 roll, and played 2k hands there yesterday. Finished the day with $680.

Today was going pretty average, up 3buyins over 1k hands, then I hit a bad run where all my flips vs shorties lost (or got sucked out on by lower pps).

Most annoying hand would be AJ, I raise it up and get 1 caller. Flop is A 6 9 r, I bet 75% pot, he calls. Turn is J, completes the rainbow, I bet 75% again and he calls. River completed some funky backdoor straight draw (not that I care), so I shove the rest of my stack in. He calls and flips 66 for bottom set. Meh.

Currently playing, sitting on $713...I was at $770 earlier but meh, that is poker.

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Today, amongst other things, I bought a stethoscope. It cost $100, and I have no clue how to use it, but I guess one day it may save some ones life (and make me a rich man). If any one has ever used one, they'd probably agree with me that they're pretty cool. First time you ever put the earpieces in and tap the diaphragm is a massive shock: It's so god damn loud! I'm going to have to keep it hidden though because my friend wants to use it to auscultate his balls (I don't think balls make noise). There is no freakin way that my stethoscope is going anywhere near his gross sweaty balls!

In poker related issues, I finally (well, over 1/2 a month XD) built up a bankroll to $500 which I shall use to move to $25NL and continue crushing donkeys.

I'm starting my first session right now, I'm currently up 1 buyin to some donkey who check-checked his flopped nut-straight and let me runner runner a boat. Also I had to split a pot against some guy who I had drawing dead, he had precisely 2 outs to split. And I've received AJs 3 times in the span of a minute, and been check-raised every single time I c-betted the flop...so there goes half a buyin.

Perhaps the most interesting (or freaky =P) part of todays post is saved till last. Yesterday we had an anatomy prac in the dissection labs, so we got to perform a dissection of the thoracic wall. It was pretty damn cool, but really really messy. I'll spare you guys the gory details, but basically we cut through the rib cage, removed it, poked around a bit and then cut out the lungs to look at. Lungs look pretty damn spongy and cool!

Peace out guys, its back to poker for me!

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That was a question once asked by Arnold Swartzenegger (can't spell his name for shit)...and his answer:

2nd best: The pump
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1st. The pump

He says that when he pumps iron, he feels even greater than he does when he orgasms during sex. I've began pumping iron in the past 3 weeks or so, and I've been inspired by these words (even though I disagree) to continue pumping for at least another 4 months and compare how puny I was at the start to how (hopefully) buff I'll be at the end of it.

Oh and somewhat on topic, since this is a poker site and all...BR update is that I'm at $387, I'll play a 2 hour session tonight after I've had a shower.

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So, started back at uni yesterday, it kinda sucks. Seeing all my friends is good, but learning 2347230984723 different facts of the human body wears thin very quickly.

I decided I'd cash out the vast majority of my bankroll, just under 2k worth...it'll convert to 2.5k my local currency. $500 I will use to start a live bank roll, 1k I will splurge, the other 1k will just sit in my bank and I'll use it how ever and when ever I please.

How ever, I have left $100 with which to rebuild a bankroll, my aim is to be at $1k by the end of Feb. I returned to 10nl where the fish are ripe and the pickings are easy. In 2.5k hands I'm now at $228, I'll move to $25nl when I hit br of $500.

Kantoiki strongly advises against cashing my br out, karma is kind of indifferent to it. Truth is, I've never been able to show any proof for what I've achieved with poker: for all the hours I've logged, I don't actually have any money to spend. This kind of made it disgusting for me whenever I went on even the smallest of bad runs at 50nl...losing $200 in 1k hands just sucks for me and puts me in a bad mood, because to me that $200 (which is $250 where I live) is valuable cash that I could have gone and spent on a nice set of clothes or something. Any way, I figure that once I have taken out 2k and been able to spend some of the money, I will not feel as if I'm just bleeding away everything that I win, hence making taking bad runs at 50nl far more bearable.

On a happier note, just like to shout out to all the LPers who played with Verbloten on 10nl last night: It was hilariously good fun. Feel free to accuse me of playing nitty, but I did throw some cash in there with total junk and got lucky (and owned) too.

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Just got back from vacation, I'm feeling pretty dusty at the moment. I was down in Lorne (it's a pretty famous tourist location in Australia). I'll give a recap of the week, and try to detail high-lights for each day. I hope this post will kinda entertaining to read, it's a nice change of scenery from poker-related posts.

The first day away (previous Saturday) sucked majorly. I don't really like most of my family, and they'd been bitching at each other a fair bit that day. Organising our stuff together before leaving was a nightmare, as they're a bunch of pussies who literally need to take EVERYTHING up with them. My brother took up 2 heaters AND a fan for a 3 night stay away! What's up with that? I literally took the least stuff out of us all, and I was staying away for twice as long. To top things off, my aunt asked me to sleep in the same room as my 17 year old cousin and her boyfriend, to make sure they didn't end up having sex.

Second day also sucked, the weather was really crappy and it rained a fair bit. I was hoping to head down to the beach and splash around for a few hours, but it was not to be. The majority of the day was spent playing cards with my siblings and cousins. Five hundred was a huge hit as usual, as was a great game I taught to them called "You Bastard". Being a slightly depressed and brooding individual, I chose to go to sleep early at 7pm that night after fare-welling my cousins boyfriend. I (happily) missed out on playing Scattergories and Taboo with my family, both of which ended up in massive arguments over some stupid minor technicalities and damaged egos (and awoke me midway through my marathon slumber ).

Waking up at 11am the next day (that's right, I slept for 16 hours XD), I was glad to note that the weather was looking a lot clearer and was eagerly anticipating heading down to the beach. In what could be considered a total blessing for me, my entire family sans my cousin Catherine (the one with the boyfriend) decided it would be a REALLY FUN IDEA to drive 3 hours down the Great Ocean Road to go on some gay tree-top walking tour thing. So from 1pm onwards, Catherine and I were left with the house to ourselves: We ate like pigs, played some cards and video games, then smashed the beach for a good long 3 hours. Best of all, there was no arguing or pointless rabble to be heard (my sister self-centeredly rants about the most trivial bullshit and she never shuts the fuck up). The rest of the crew were delayed from returning home until 12pm that night: This was due to the fact that 1. They got lost, and 2. My Dad is a painfully slow driver who sometimes goes as slow as 60km/h along 100km/h roadways.

Tuesday morning, I was awoken by a phone-call from Ivan the crazy fucking Russian (He's one of my oldest mates), inviting me to Nickos joint that night for a friendly game of $5 sng poker. Finally, things were starting to pick up! My cousin Dave (one of the only people in my family I get along with) came up for the day, and we spent it together at the beach and playing video games. That evening, I said my good-byes to every one, and then headed off to Nickos place to kick the night off. We had a great game of 5-handed poker: Ivan, Nicko, my other best-mate Mike, Nickos dad, and myself made up the 5. There were beers, grilled chicken, good company and horrid poker all night long. Ivan ended up winning the sng by beating my jack-high flush with an ace-high flush (obviously I was coolered XD), scooping the $25 and more importantly, the bragging rights to pay the shit out of me who is the 'pro' amongst us friends (my friends are REALLLLLY bad at poker).

Wednesday started off with French toast (lovely) and a few rounds of an incredibly addictive Russian card game called "Durak". In Durak, 2 or more people can play: How ever, there is no winner, only a loser, who is the "Durak" (which is "Moron" in English). Nicko then pulled out Guitar Hero II, which is a freakin sweet-ass game. We played it for so long that we lost track of time and didn't end up clearing out of his place until 4pm. After a very fucking expensive meal of fish and chips in town, Mike, Iv and myself headed to the camp site (Mike and Iv had been camping in Lorne in tents since Saturday). After setting my stuff up for the next few days, we smashed the beach for an hour (and almost died of hypothermia from ridiculously cold temperatures and gale-like winds) and then started cooking dinner. Dinner at the campsite is a big deal for us: Despite the fact that he's only 19 years old, Ivan can cook a mean fucking meal. He was raised by his mother to become a chef, and although he ditched this dream long ago, he retained the ability to cook up a storm from the blandest of ingredients. Using a pitifully tiny portable stove, a few cans of tuna, pasta and some not-so-fresh vegetables, Ivan brewed up a meal so damn good that we feasted like kings. After dinner, we half-tidied up, got our shit together, and went to hit the town. The night life was pretty dead that evening, so we spent our time drinking in the local pub and getting served super cheap drinks by Nicko (who works there during holidays). Deciding that a room full of old drunk people was no fun, we concluded that the only way to salvage our night was to get absolutely smashed. I don't remember much more of the evening, only that it was pretty damn shit-house, and that the only hot chick in the joint was taken by some bald freaky-looking albino dude.

Thursday was a real struggle: we woke up and our campsite was in a shambles from the night before. We made some sandwiches and spent most of the day playing Durak and getting sunburnt =(. Just as we were preparing to go and cook ourselves a BBQ dinner, Mike decided it'd be a real genius idea to lock his keys inside his car, preventing us from getting all the stuff we need out of the boot. We waited for 2 hours for the RACV to come along and fix our fuck-up. How ever, such occurances are only minor upsets for ballers such as us, and soon we had the BBQ firing and Nicko down with a few cold beers to enjoy the evening meal. Following our feast of meat (which was probably full of salmonella after being stored in an esky for 5 days), we kitted up for yet another night of smashing the gas. Having Nicko on our side of the bar for a change, we hit a place called "The Deck" where we peacefully drank ourselves silly while staring over the balcony at a beautiful scenic view of the beach. When we had decided we'd had enough of The Decks' serenity (and after Ivan stupidly bought a $38 bottle of wine and tipped both bartenders $10), it was time to head off to the more heavily-populated pub. I was feeling pretty damn drunk at this stage, and the bouncers on the door knew it: They asked me how much I'd had to drink, and I said as plainly as I could "not much, just 4 or 5 pots". Truth is, I'd had that plus half a bottle of wine and a few shots of Scotch. Regardless, I was accepted in, and the night kicked off with another round of beer.

So now it's Friday morning and I wake up in my tent alone and there's a chunk of half-chewed sausage next to my head...wait a minute, what the fuck just happened? Nicko was supposed to sleep in the tent beside me that night, but he was no where to be seen. Popping my head out of the tent, I am greeted by Ivan who is sitting at the table pissing himself laughing. I ask him, "What the fuck happened last night?". He then proceeds to recall how I got us kicked out of the pub after abusing some poor 16 year old girl (it wasn't sexual abuse, just verbal beratement), was half-carried back to the camp-site, and then munted all over Nickos sleeping bag. Apparantly I then attempted to clean the vomit with a tea-towel on my hands and knees, but put my hand in it and slipped...arghhhh!!! Spew everywhere! It was a putrid sight, and the smell was even worse. Definitely not my proudest moment. To top it all off, Mike had some-how convinced me to message and ring my ex-girlfriend, because there was a message on my phone saying "Thanks for the message but I cant take it seriously. If ur confused, drunk, or lonely dont convert all that mix up into illusionary feelings so momentary and untrue. I'm over it jonno". WTF was up with that heavy-shit message on my phone? Well, there's only one way to kick back from such a disgraceful performance, and that was to head into town with the boys and buy some oily bacon and eggs for breakfast...wait a minute...what was I wearing? A jumper with a massive hole in the back and mud-stained shorts. Perfect. But being still drunk from the previous night, I didn't give a shit: I just wanted food and sleep.

As for the rest of Friday, well, it was pretty uneventful. Same combo of Durak, sunburn, and beach. We were too stuffed to even cook properly that evening, settling on 2-minute noodles and sausage rolls at The Deck. Given that it was Australia Day, the town was bursting at the seams with tourists that night, and we DID plan on having a great time...but there was something missing. Maybe it was the fact that this night was the 7th consecutive night for Mike and Ivan on the gas, or that I was horribly hung-over. Or maybe it was because at 12pm, the band was still playing horrible cover songs at the pub when all we wanted was some house music to boogey to (yes, we were drunk again, but not leglessly wasted). Perhaps it was the abundance of creepy old guys hitting on under-age sluts... alas, we returned to our tents at 1:30pm, and slept our final sleep.

Saturday morning (ie. today) we woke up at 7:30am, packed our shit up, and were ready to leave at 8:30am. Mike had stupidly agreed to play cricket at 1pm, hence our early morning departure. But not even that could go smoothly for us, as Mike had managed to drain his car battery to the point that it would no longer start. After a few embarrassing failed attempts to get Ronda the Honda started, a big burley bloke came over and offered Ivan and I the final bit of oomph we needed to push her along and get her fired up. The car trip was really uneventful, except for a royal fuck-up in ordering breakfast at McDonalds, which resulted in us paying for an extra meal we didn't want (or eat).

So here I am, posting this blog. If any one bothered to read it all, I hope you got a few laughs out of it. I certainly enjoyed my week away, but after 4 consecutive nights of being smashed and sleeping in pitiful conditions, it feels good to be home with a mattress and pillow.

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I just played a short 500 hand session, still not feeling very comfortable but I'm forcing myself to just keep focused and keep grinding.

I was down about 3/5 a buyin, then this hand happened:

http://www.pokerhand.org/?749506

Needless to say I was pretty pissed off but then a king flopped and I was thinking about how it must be some kind of divine retribution XD.

Next hand on the same table, this happens:

http://www.pokerhand.org/?749519

I ended my session up about 1.5 buyins. Needless to say, poker seems sooooooo easy when you play the set-up situations and suck out.

Both of those hands are pretty mundane, so I will post this one I played yesterday: I felt proud of myself.

http://www.pokerhand.org/?747698

Being so used to nitting it up at 25nl and 50nl fr, making calls like this is still a 'big deal' for me (even though it is pretty straight forward).

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Well, here I am with a brand new blog. I figured I'd use it to try and keep track of my progress in poker as I ride the ups and downs of bankroll swings.

I've been trying to get it through my brain that I will make a full switch to 50nl sh, but I still don't feel comfortable there even after 5k+ hands. Whether this is because I'm used to 12tabling 25nl fr or because I've lost over 10 buyins at 50nl sh, who knows.

I always tell myself that many of the losses were due to sickening bad beats (which they were) but it's still hard to have mental fortitude to accept it and keep grinding on. Especially now that the money is actually worth something: Every time I lose a $100 pot, even though it is a buyin, I think about what sick things I could have spent that cash on. Losing a buyin at 10nl or even 25nl doesn't feel the same.

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