So I figured out a way to get a nice present for Maddy without having to withdraw and still being able to buy her what I was originally going to buy which I'm very pleased about.
I moved up to NL10 3 days ago and it's been going great, I've really been working on trying to open my range especially in late position and being more aggressive, I rarely ever 3bet at NL5, I find I am getting paid off a lot more now because of my more aggressive image.
Thanks to kimseongchan whos been sweating me and helping me out with a lot of hands I'm a lot more confident now and I find I'm able to let go of big hands now when I know I'm beat whereas at NL5 I found myself often always thinking 'oh well, I lost minimum'.
Earlier this morning I went on a bit of a heater and hit about 6/9 sets I think with KK/JJ which was pretty sweet. Hopefully this continues and I'll be moving up to NL25 soon ^^
I feel I've made a lot of progress recently. I've been playing a lot more, fixing leaks in my game and maintaining a good winrate. I've also been running pretty decent so can't complain. This time I'm going to wait till I have 40 buyins to move up to nl200 which I should be able to reach soon. If anyone would like to talk about poker or random crap I'm available-just pm me with your msn.
Also I'm paranoid so if anyone can recommend me a good antivirus or any program that detects any spyware and stuff that can potentially be harmful I'd appreciate it.
Just about all of my hands held. I didn't get it in behind a single time, people stacked off way too stupidly light vs me resulting in numerous dominated situations, and sick coolers for other ppls deep. Overall? I likey I guess.
The only good thing about being on penicillin is that I cant go out and get hammered so I stay home and beat on nerdy weekend fish. God, I could play poker professionally only on weekends. Its just sooo fishy everywhere. Gameselecting HU is best done by sitting down at a table and wait for 30 sec until some random french guy sits down and donates money.
I think Im playing good but I definitely have some problems when playing more than 2 tables of HU against diffrent opponents.
Alot of my preflop play tend to get robotic and thats really bad when playing one guy who is 70/50 and one who is 35/30 and one at like 45/40 at the same time. I constantly have to remind myself to focus on hand selecting diffrently at the tables and its exausting. Hopefully this gets easier with more experience. I also feel I need to up my agression on later streets so I will be working on that.
April has gone from crash and burn to a decent month and Im really happy about this, also once again I have decided to not play 6-max anymore for all of april. I just suck at it these days and it bores me to death.
"Beer before liquor, never been sicker. Liquor before beer, you're in the clear."
I didn't heed that age old wise advice last night and took a few shots after already having had several beers, then followed those shots up with several more beers. Not feeling the greatest this morning to say the least. I'm gonna go downstairs and make some food and then my GF and I are gonna watch Apocalypse Now which just came in the mail from netflix. Great flick but she's never seen it.
Also I made a drunken blog post last night at like 5am that I wanna bump back up cause no one got to see it. Sooooo please scroll down and check that one out!
not so happy with how things go on Nl50 so far.
I was very dissapointed in my last 1,7 K hands + 56$ only
i 8 tabled FR 8max... i am pretty confident with the 8 tables speed of the game. ( 50-600hands/h i do now)
then i realized
wait
i made ~ 10,50€/ h ( 16$/h) while doing something i enjoy
this isnt really bad ^^
in fact even though i though this was worth shit its still better than working at a part time job.
had my first solid session today. lost 2 buyins half of which might be somewhat of bad plays, well they were good reads just bad race results anyway. played another session now, went down further so i was looking at 4 buyins prolly, i didnt give a fuck anymore since everyone here's telling me im a huge br nit(lol) and so i just played solid the rest of the session then finally won it all back. felt good having a breakeven session like that, gives me enough confidence to feel i really need to play solid abc to win, and make good reads and go with them, whatever the result may be - may it be slowplaying some hands and changing styles and just sometimes pass off raising some hands im just not comfortable with in some spots. well i guess im here to stay at 100nl, played a ton of hands, maybe around 4500. im planning to play that many hands from now on and juice up my supernova race coz honestly i really slacked off playing last month and moved down limits, which really retarded my supernova quest. so far ive got around 26k vpps left and i think if i play a lot of 100nl up to the end of the month i can make it early may. im feeling a heater on the horizon gtg and goodluck to all you guys.
I say sick in the true meaning of the word, what the hell is up with the extremely violent and sick movies hollywood is dishing out. It's like a competition to see which movie can be sicker.
I've recently watched and will comment on them without any spoilers, as if u watch the trailer u will surely see what i say:
Untraceable: where we see a guy dying through use of acid, of extremely slow burns and other great stuff.
Funny Games: where 2 kids for fun go house to house fucking with families, and this director apparently wants to pull a kubrick and act like its art.
Death Sentence: a film where a son gets killed for the hell of it by a gang and then the dad becomes the ultimate bad ass.
Can't remember what other garbage I watched but there is plenty more.
I know some people will tell me just to not watch them, but I am not against violence I just think that if a movie has these kind of stuff that it should be with a good purpose and these last movies I've watched suck and use the violent gore element as an attraction to stupid kids who like to see that stuff.
You would think that with the weekly shootings at universities and shit in the states that these kind of stuff would not be getting a good repercussion anymore...
world is messed up man
on a bright note, watched 21 last night and thought it was pretty good except for the ending but whatever... yackati yack
to end, heres a good poker song and good song in gen
Thanks to KimSeongChan and his coaching skills, I am no longer a noob at NL5. I would be breakeven for 50k hands but that is over! I am now more aggressive, even thought I'm still not playing like 21/17 or w/e is the magical number, I'm like 15/10, but at microstakes, being aggressive means getting called by any 2 cards even 49o and flop comes A44 so you are fucked. So I just played position, the players, and of course the cards.
Shoutouts to:
Kwark for teaching me NL2
PplusAD for telling me in my last blog that even the smallest leaks, even if u lose like 20c each time it happens which may seem like nothing, put into a long term effect, can make you lose so much money.
KimSeongChan for taking me under his wing and being my coach for the time being.
Chart since Tuesday (i know i play too little hands) + Show Spoiler +
Basically I just downloaded PokerEV and wanted to determine how often I'm getting my money in behind, is this the right graph to find that out? How do I read it? :|
Anyways stupid ass friday started off superstandardly,im still hittin a downswing and feel shitty about it,so after 8 hours of grinding (or 10 idk),I decided its a good time to go out.
So I did,at like 9pm I got into this local pub I go each time before we really go out,we just get smashed a bit there...Unfortunately all of the guys that I regularly go with so I was stuck with a few retards that I also know but prefer not to go out with...On the other side there was this chick there which im really into,but unfortunately shes only 16 and if I was to start tapping her ass I'd feel like Loco,so im still puzzled by this dillema.
Getting it on with a chick you like on one side,and feeling like a pedo on the other.
So after getting a bit wrecked we go to Twisters (same places I was at last week lol :-)) and there was live music etc,it was pretty fun lots of good looking ladies etc,overall a pretty solid friday night out,well until one point.
This motherfucking moron (1 of the 3 guys I went out with) hits a guy with his leg twice,once in the stomach,once in the groin.Luckily I was standing right next to them so I grab him by the neck benoit style e-z,and bitchslap him to start off and then pull him out of the caffee.He curses some bullshit at me and I tell him if he comes back in and starts making a mess again I'm gonna fucking beat him up beyond recognition,after that I go back in and ask the guy who he hit twice what did he do to provoke him.He says that the guy was grabbing his girlfriend and he told him "She's mine",I mean seriously how fucking infantile can you be to start a fight over someone elses girlfriend,I buy the guy and his girlfriend a drink and the happy crowd of these three jackasses all went out so the night ended normally,and I'm glad it did.
The good side of this all bullshit is that all the chicks were literally swarming all over me after I shipped this mofo outside,I have no clue why to be honest,but it felt good.
No pics. Great night but no pics. Of course, not a milkman night. Didn't nearly get with some random hotti while her fat sister cock blocked me.... guess that I've oddly been there and done that and am glad I don't have to do it anymore. Instead tonight I spent a great evening with my GF by first going to a pretty sweet show. A friend of mine is in a pink floyd cover band so we went and watched him play to a full house at a famous theatre here in Denver. I didn't realize that I knew so few pink floyd songs.
We left that and met up with an old childhood friend of mine who is finishing his last year of college and getting whatever degree architects get. It was a great night of reunions with middle school friends who I hadn't seen in ages. But nothing crazy, just good old holesome fun.
So to make up for it, I'm gonna post a short story that I wrote a LONG time ago. I used to fancy msyelf to be a writer and I put out a shitload of shortstories, even wrote a full novel. I think it will be fun to replay them to a new audience, so here we go, the first installment of the k2o4 childhood teenage ridiculous stories. They definitely were not written very well and I took a LOT of grief when I first shared em, but some came out semi-entertaining and I think it will be fun to repost em now. And hell, it is MY blog, so fuck anyone who doesn't like em!
The first story will be.... "Hiding In The Closet"... here we go:
I was 16 years old attending my last year in public high school and I had been recently pushed into insanity. Of course a girl had driven me there, into the madness. Females will be the death of the world. Finally I had gotten a taste of casual pussy and I loved it, but she cheated and lied, breaking my heart and pushing me into that dark, scary, yet comfortable in a twisted had to be there sort of way, place we call craziness. I think I have been crazy ever since. Never did I fully recover.
I had dumped her with much authority. "Never want to see you again!" was how I put it. A couple of days went by and then I had some friends over. Women drank while men chased and poured shots. I took a cute blond that I called Melanie upstairs to my room and she sucked me off like I had never experienced. My ex was an amazing cocksucker, and she would deep throat everything till I was clogging up her esophagus. Her tongue would massage and teeth never interfered. Melanie couldn't deep throat, but what she lacked in sword swallowing ability she made up for with a desire to please.
While head from my ex was like a loving massage, head from Melanie was true sucking of dick. She was crazy on the cock, and she sucked like it was a straw for a big gulp. It didn't go down her throat, but she bobbed her head up and down while sucking me so hard I was afraid my dick would just pop off and slip down into her stomach. At the same time her hand, which looked so small wrapped around my base, would jerk up and down with vicious speed. When I came she didn't slow down, but actually sped up, like the cum had given her extra energy. Maybe she felt like she had been sucking at a clogged straw and finally what she wanted was coming out, so she just sucked harder. My cock was sensitive after the orgasm and god it felt so good that it hurt as she sped up and I began squirming all over the bed. She sucked every last drop and wanted more, but I had none to give so she went harder and faster while I yelped and screamed and finally had to stop her by yanking her head off of me, "God woman you're like a vacuum cleaner, I’m done, you’re going to swallow me whole!"
That was last night. Today I relaxed. Around lunchtime my mother offered to go get my brother and I sandwiches from the local deli. It was summer and the breeze was calming and so was the day, and sandwiches sounded amazing so we sent her on her way. No longer had she left that the phone rang and I answered.
"Hello."
"Hey, Tony? It’s Christine."
"Hey girl." Christine was a friend of mine. She was friends with the ex also; she had always been our middle man.
"What ya up to?" she asked me
"Well I’m waiting here for a sandwich and planning to get drunk tonight. If you ditch that bitch Jen (the ex) you can come drink with me."
"Actually, I’m here at the high school with Jen and Lynn and Jen wants to talk to you in person."
I was angered yet intrigued to hear this. I was very much in love with Jen.
"C’mon I thought you knew better than to call me on errands for that bitch."
"I know but she's all high and wouldn't stop bugging me."
"Well tell her no fucking way."
"Ok, ok, but between you and me I’m pretty sure she just wants to go have sex with you.”
Now, I had vowed never to talk to Jen again, but… sex is sex. Every pussy you turn down is a pussy you wish you had accepted later.
"Alright, but my mom won't let her up here. But she just went to get food so I’ve got about 15 minutes. I'll come pick you guys up, and then Jen and I can 'talk.’ But you guys will have to sneak out the back, k?"
"She's fine with that."
I drove down past the green lawns and happy Boulder hippie houses, the orderly world where kids played in their driveways and dogs shat on neighbor’s lawns, past the size compensating SUVs and well cared for gardens, so I could pick up the source of my insanity and fuck it. The whole ride up Jen giggled and giggled while I kept checking her out. She had on a whore’s outfit, shorts so short I could see her ass and a tube top that barely covered her nipples. She giggled, a high little girl with my heart sitting in one of the pockets of her miniature shorts.
We got to the house and I left Christine and Lynn with my brother and pushed Jen up the stairs. I followed her up with that ass in my face and I kissed her thighs which were baby skin smooth, and she sighed. We got into my room but I didn't have a lock on my door and I didn't want to get walked in on in case my mom got home early. I pushed her into my closet, which was a walk in one, and pulled her shorts off. I laid her on the floor.
It was still a pretty small space and her head was right up against the wall. I pulled my pants down just enough and stuck myself inside, already hard from watching that ass up the steps. No condom since she was on the pill. Her head was by the wall, which made it so that each time I pumped into her, her body slid across the floor and her head slammed the wall with a loud thud. Normally I would have said sorry and repositioned us, but we were broken up, she had cheated on me, and I was crazy now. So I would pump and she would moan in pleasure, then her head hit, thud, and she would say "ouch," and then I’d pull out to pump again and she would moan with pleasure. Back in and another moan and so the circle continued. A symphony of noises, "ooooooh" then "Ouch" then "oooooohhh" with another "ooooohhh" and then Bam went her head and "ouch" came from her lips. The thuds were loud enough that they heard it downstairs.
We went at it and I didn't watch her face, I watched what felt like a seesaw of power being transferred. It originated in my hips and went out through my cock and then I pumped into her and I watched the force flow through her body, up to her head, hit the wall and get turned around, flow back into my cock, push me out of her till the tip was at the edge, and I would plunge and shoot the energy back. A teeter-totter of force. It felt mystical. The whole time I watched the transfer and the closet was dark on a hot summer day, her skin was tanned and I could see her faint bikini line, her pussy was shaved leaving a little strip in the middle. Her legs were straight out to the side, knees touching walls, and each pump I thought "BAM" in my head. "BAM" like hitting a ball with a bat, real force with it. Then I pulled out and came on her thin little line of pubic hairs. I hoped that they would be nicely stuck together later.
We got up and replaced our pants. She grabbed me and kissed me deeply with love and passion. We hadn't kissed before or during the sex. Then she gave me a note and left, rubbing the top of her head, out the backdoor she went with her friends, and my brother went with them.
"I'm gonna go smoke some weed with these girls real quick," he told me. I went back upstairs, took a breath, and read the note.
I figured it would be apologizing, begging me back, trying to win back who I am and what I had. I couldn't quite imagine what I had, but I liked to pretend it was something. But the note wasn't begging, it wasn't loving, it was a pure guilt trip. She had cheated on me but she made me feel like it was because I forced her into it. She lied to me but somehow the note made me feel like it was my fault that she lied; that I didn't let her tell the truth. By the end of the note I was flipping out, unable to decide if I was mad at her for trying to guilt trip me or if I really felt guilty. I went to the window and looked out back, and there she was, still here, smoking weed with my brother. I watched for a bit, starting to love her again, feeling that I was wrong in sending her away. Then she started flirting with my brother. I couldn't hear it, but I know how she looks when she flirts. The hair-toss back, the little smiles, the leaning, the body language.
I rushed outside and started yelling, "Get the fuck out of here you bitch, whore, you slut leave now!" and I pushed her through the back gate. I was stark raving mad, a lunatic and she wasn't going to take it. She yelled back, "Minute man! You call that a fuck? That was bullshit!" and I yelled back and pushed her till she was gone. "I can't believe I even wasted my cum on you, worthless slut!!"
I went back into the house and bumped into my mom walking in the garage, sandwiches in hand. Just in time.
That night Melanie came over again, and I took her back upstairs after a few drinks. We were drunk and we kissed and she did her thing her way, but it wasn't Jen and I couldn’t help but keep thinking about Jen. How her head hit that wall. Melanie went down and turned the vacuum on again. I hadn't showered. I wonder if she could taste Jen on me.
Hope that was entertaining. I think I'm gonna slowly repost all my old short stories, but try to avoid posting the truly horrible ones. I just re-read this for the first time in years and laughed my ass off. I'm not crazy anymore and I thank my amazing girlfriend for that. If you've checked my blog before you've seen her in pics and she is the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm so glad I don't live this lifestyle anymore. In terms of blogging what I do now is "boring" but as far as living, it's the best thing a guy could have. I'm such a lucky SOB.
So it's my gf's birthday this week and I have $0 money to get her a present, I seriously feel like scum, it's been 4 months since I finished school and I still haven't got a job even though I've been trying so hard, I've finally got my roll to $700 now I need to cash out like $300 for her present
GG think i'm going to take a break til i can redeposit again because it'll just make me feel bad having <$650 in my roll lol
my other hobby : music. in particular, "house"by rockman255, April 18
so, although right now i seem to be focusing way too much on poker, i actually do have a great interest in all types of music. i taught myself all of the basics of guitar over the last couple years but i really dont have too much creativitity.. that all went to my brother. i dont like to create my own, but i have a savant-like talent for recognizing song artists and titles, and in some way i think that applies to dj'ing since it is a very good thing to know your genre well.
anyway, i have something like 7 mixsets online all in the house music genre, i would say they are all mostly electro, progressive and tech house, with some minimal and trance.
i am not sure how popular this stuff is but since the website has members from all over the world perhaps some of you guys would enjoy listening to it. i really dont know.
anyway, in preparation for another trip to Guvernment in toronto tomorrow i made a double disc mix of a lot of recent tracks, and you guys are welcome to download it.
i split it into two pieces that are less than 80 minutes so that it can be burned to cd. unfortunately i cannot provide single mixed tracks because that would be far too much effort.
i dont really stray too far from the mainstream when it comes to house.. the stuff i choose is the same type of thing you would hear in a Paul Van Dyk, Armin Van Buuren type deal.
i was going by the nickname "dj avianflu" after my wow character avianflu. har har
as an additional aside i thought i would choose this time to also share that my brother is a somewhat well known graphic novelist. he produces a series of graphic novels called Scott Pilgrim; i think there is also a movie in the making produced by universal studios starring michael cera and directed by edgar wright.
these are his websites. i think his books have been published in at least a few different languages, polish i know for sure.
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