Finally a winning session after 8 soul crushing session in a row to start the month. Losing sessions are rough, but losing sessions at 50bb PLO is torture! Surrounded by droolers and nothing you can do.
This is the giant str8 line in the middle, sick hold - over 7 buyins
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PokerStars Game #46693839365: Omaha Pot Limit ($0.50/$1.00 USD) - 2010/07/12 20:51:54 ET
Table Goffin 6-max Seat #1 is the button
Seat 1: sihuynh ($213.45 in chips)
Seat 3: Soliboy ($127.35 in chips)
Seat 4: andros099 ($50 in chips)
Seat 5: getmoney2021 ($24.35 in chips)
Seat 6: Hero ($113.25 in chips)
Soliboy: posts small blind $0.50
andros099: posts big blind $1
Holecards(Odds) Dealt to Hero
getmoney2021: folds
Hero: raises $2.50 to $3.50
sihuynh: raises $7.50 to $11
Soliboy: calls $10.50
andros099: folds
Hero: raises $34 to $45
sihuynh: calls $34
Soliboy: raises $82.35 to $127.35 and is all-in
Hero: calls $68.25 and is all-in
sihuynh: calls $82.35
Showdown Soliboy: shows (a pair of Kings)
sihuynh: shows (two pair, Kings and Sevens)
sihuynh collected $28.20 from side pot
Hero: shows (a flush, Ace high)
Hero collected $338.75 from main pot
Summary Total pot $368.95 Main pot $338.75. Side pot $28.20. | Rake $2
Board
Seat 1: sihuynh (button) showed and won ($28.20) with two pair, Kings and Sevens
Seat 3: Soliboy (small blind) showed and lost with a pair of Kings
Seat 4: andros099 (big blind) folded before Flop
Seat 5: getmoney2021 folded before Flop (didnt bet)
Seat 6: Hero showed and won ($338.75) with a flush, Ace high
My gmama has a cat, and the cat has fleas. So I have a flea infestation that has become pretty bitchin in my carpeted bedroom. I finally had enough of it today after 15 minutes into my session I was so distracted by itching and being bitten that I went on rage tilt and closed everything.
I declared a jihad on fleas.
My weapon is biological; Boric Acid. Boric acid is a powerful destroyer of insect life, killing fleas, roaches, and other bugs in the first 24 hours of exposure. I've dusted my carpets and the kitchen.
Problem is, even though I rarely see a roach in the house, I know that whenever pesticides are used they tend to bring the roaches out to the forefront.. where they die all over the place. Within the first two hours of dusting I've already come home to find a big dead roach in my bedroom (where I have never seen a roach before). I'm really not looking forward to cleaning up the roach Hiroshima tomorrow..
Thats right, I'm gay provided poker is not a chick.
I have an A2 poster on my wall which has about 50 $100 bills and a bunch of high stakes chips and writing 'We all measure change differently'. I play NL10. My old love, I am back <3
I know I shouldn't be complaining as much as I have been...but this is pretty nasty. I'm on a 60-70 buy in downswing after winning at 5 ptbb/100 for just about 100k hands. Now i've played somewhere near 1 million hands by now and i've always been pretty consistent and never had anything near this magnitude (buy in wise... I've had larger swings in money before)...
Obviously something has gone wrong in my game and I'm playing and running like shit. Any suggestions as to what I should do? Also, if anyone wants to swap some sweats it'd be much appreciated
Hi everyone , still riding a wave growin bigger n bigger
did a 2kE upswing in 3 days playing like 4k hands on a euro donk site.
2-3 tables of nl50 , 2 tables of nl100 and 1-2 on nl200.
pretty much every table that company has on peak times.
Total like 5,5 k in ~30days now on that site now.
running semi-good (cant say im not running good since im up like 20bis in 5k hands up) but when you are getting it 99% of the time better than vilain , expect ur AA to get sucked out 1 of 5 times, and idd it happens :>
also partying like crazy since its summer time and summertime rocks @ greece :> , speccially when you are able to spend few bi's of poker money for drinks n stuff for friends :>
it's july 2005. he's trying to figure how to break through. he's dominating weaker players and breaking even or losing to better players. it's the same pattern as before. he was missing something then and he's missing it now. the only difference between then and now is that he finally understands that he's missing something.
unbidden, his reflection attempts to inculcate a slightly different mindset in him. to be more assertive, more initiatory, more violent. to make a mockery of their feeble attempts at control. never settle. initiate and thereby actively limit their options. understand that you're better and that they will either give ground or overreact. as they give ground, pummel hard. as they overreact, laugh hard. fuck these motherfuckers. be who you are or, to be more accurate, be the person that i know you can be.
he chooses to believe and so he steps it up and goes and does likewise. much to his surprise he finds that it works. moreover, it's easy. a world of possibilities opens up to him and whereas before he may have shied away from it he now finds himself willing to embrace it. he starts to have new and brighter dreams. he can't wait to enter that world of his dreams, to be the one person he knows of in the flesh who made it real. he lusts to become whole in it, to shed the baggage of poverty, to self-actualize. to live wholly and unrepentantly in the moment, finally, after all of these years.
he finally understands what that one man was doing, why that lady cared so deeply, and why he had to leave that place at that time in his life. why he hasn't been able to let anyone in.
something happens, something violent. he is wounded. he crawls deep into a hole and he pulls it in over himself and he waits.
the months roll by as he slowly heals. eventually he can sleep again. he finds that he can move freely and without pain. he starts to play again.
something's not right. he's not feeling it. his sense is lacking and his timing is off. his attacks are anticipated, and his movements are awkward. he's hesitant.
there's a haze over him.
he starts dropping codeine and finds that it helps. he feels better and he sleeps better and he's more focused. he doesn't really know why he's taking it but he doesn't care.
stuff starts happening to him. his body fails to protect him in spots where it would have protected him before. he's dysthemic significantly more often than not; this is new. he develops carpal tunnel and ulnar neuropathy and wonders why this should be the case after all of these years of clicking a mouse a billion times a day. his vision suffers.
he doesn't care.
he drives on and more often than not he's just waiting for the moment in which he feels recognizably and mostly whole. when in that moment, he plays relentlessly. at times he even feels like the person he can remember feeling like. somehow, this is enough for him.
time passes and he sees his results slowly diminish. the interval between being whole and being noticeably diminished grows progressively larger. he wonders if he might be bipolar. he takes some pills and then some other ones, just to see if it's so. he's not.
the shoulder becomes unbearable. he waits for a year and then he has it fixed.
stuff happens. he chooses to wait it out, to wait and see what happens.
a short while later he finds that the results of his most recent play can most aptly be characterised as inconceivable. he's gone through five years of progressively diminished results, so he should be numb to this sort of thing but this shocks him. this should be impossible for him. he is who he is, right?
he processes for awhile and finds that he was missing something then and that he's missing it now. he looks within himself and finds that the answer is pain. that he never really came out of that hole that he had pulled in over himself.
sometimes it is acute and the rest of the time it burns. it always tingles. there are spasms. it itches. the sensory experience of joint dysfunction has been magnified. minor nerve irritation now returns something subjectively equivalent to a herniated disk.
he reflects further on the past few months and remembers waking up and seeing the bags under his eyes, day after day. he remembers being, at times, unable to recognize the man in the mirror. he's lost weight.
he's disabled.
the person that he was would not have stood back and watched his social ties wither and die, or seen his days grow longer and darker without recourse, or walked around for a year with no rotator cuff.
he would have initiated, attacked. he would have tried to force it, whatever it was, to bend to his will and he would have found it immovable. he would then have processed. instead this unreconizable disabled person dropped codeine and shrugged it off for five years.
casper, the god. he shines bright like a diamond. he's harsh, but he's sensitive. he feels deeply, and he cares. and he's dead.
i carry the memory of the worst day of my life with a smile and i choose to believe that i will be able to take back my life an inch at a time. i know of no person in the flesh who has managed to do such a thing, and so i aspire to be the first to do so and i hope that, in time, newer and even brighter dreams will light my sleep.
I had a smartphone crisis a couple of weeks back, buying a used iphone 3gs thinking I could unlock it only to find out I couldnt. I waited and waited for an unlock to come out but finally had enough, especially after trying to rely on the thing while on vacation for maps and shit. Nothing feels more ghetto than walking a city block to find a free fucking wifi signal just so I can get shit done.
Well I had defended apple and the iphone up until recently, when I finally pulled the trigger and just bought another damn smartphone, this time the HTC HD2, which is the EVO 4G but for tmobile. This thing is one sexy bitch
I had given it a quick go through at the tmobile store once before and they had all the settings and options and icons so fucked up I thought the device itself was shit. I read more about it, and went to another store to try it, with most of the settings at default so I could see how it *really* was and immediately fell in love with it. And after using it for a week now I punch myself in the balls daily for ever using that iPhone "hipster" piece of shit, as baal likes to call it. I was already feeling the pains of apple domination without being able to install shit for apps, but now that I've had a totally different smartphone experience I have seen the light, and will forever feel sorry for anyone who uses one thinking they are the shit. It's just like every moment I remember holding the damn thing I now feel like a douche, and shiver at the mere thought of how others saw me. Fuck apple and anyone who uses them.
its not the arrow its the indianby Zalfor, July 11
trying to learn golf is consuming all my life.
i'm literally spending 24/7 learning golf, practicing and trying to improve my swing.
poker has been on haitus until i can reach a good golf routine, in fact i need a good life routine right now. I'm gonna update you all on how it goes, but right now it seems to be 100% golf.
It's nine o' clock on a saturdayby CrownRoyal, July 10
I said son, can you play me a memory!!?? I'm not really sure how it goes but it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man's clothes.
age 15: i fell in love and altho the girl liked me a year ago sshe decided to hate me from now and then on. i died inside, from an A+++ student to a complete nihilnist. my gcses were 11 a-b, my alevels were bcd.
age 17: 6th form in my private school. people called me a zombie. i racked up 200 days on an online text based game. my report cards said "jonathan is dishevelled and degenerate". i left my IT project till the last night and got a C. i got a D in one IT exam then retook it with zero revision and got an A. it was all about how you interpreted the question. bullshit.
age 18: i went to uni. first day of uni i met a guy called dave. an hour later i done weed for the first time. i didnt stop. a few days later i discovered family guy and south park. the first year of uni was the most mindless fun ive had in my life. i hooked up with a random 15 year old and a random 14 year old. alcohol was awesome and so was i,
age 19: i spent several thousand on weed.
age 20: i approached my university tutor and claimed i was addicted to online poker. in the meantime i was making 200/day on hollywood poker, abusing their bonus system because they had no proper system in place yet. i played 5max and heads up and smoked weed and made 200 dollars a day.
age 21: i went to argentina with erik. i met erik on liquidpoker, he was another nub poker player and we decided to move to argentina together. we booked the most expensive apartment possible , it had a chandelier.
age 21.5: my laptop got sent over to argentina but i never bothered to pick it up. instead i was drunk 24/7. i went out every night, got attacked many times, got scammed many times. spanish people are fucking assholes. one time i tried to score weed and got hit in the face. one time i tried to score weed and eneded up running from the policea. one time i just got hit in the face for no reason. one time i was just walking along and if the police didnt show up i would have been dead in the gutter.
age 22: erik and brendan fucked off back to europe. i spent 2 months in a hostel , drunk as fuck every day. i turned into kenneth williams. i was kenneth williams.
age 22: i was kenneth williams. everyone loved me. no joke.
age 23: i returned to england, got kicked out of my moms and lived with my grandmother. my grandmother is awesome but also sucks. imagine living with your grandmother. its hell.
age 23: i got a job in a nursing home. my coworkers were middle aged women. my job was to clean shit and vomit off of people, and to emotionally support 80 year olds who whine like you cant believe. working in a nursing home is literally the worst job in the world.
age 24: still working in a nursing home. short of staff every other day, which means 30% extra work in an already terribly demanding job for minimum wage (5.90/hr).
age 25: i re-applied to university. i spammed a few unis within the last days of application, and got into stoke uni to do biomedical science.
25.2: going to the gym every 2-3 days, whilst keeping an awesome record of my workout training regieme and eating/cooking 4 times a day
25.6: depressed becauses i miss the girl im in love with (for the last 2 years, left out of previous reports). stopped going to the gym. stopped going to uni. stopped playing online games. stopped caring about my existance. stopped taking my anti-psychotic drugs. stopped taking my anti-depressant drugs.
25.8: missed most of my uni exams. gave in a coursework 1 day late but they didnt accept my late submission request. moved to blackpool to live with an internet friend. got a job in telesales. quit my job in telesales. got a job as a receptionist in a posh hotel.
25.9: university has banned me from going back unless i contact them about payments. got offered 5k by student loans to go back next year. will phone on monday to negotiate going back to uni since i have 5k offer.
option 1: continue in blackpool with various part time jobs and 10nl and starting a new life living with internet friend. maybe get kicked out and have to go back live with my mom.
option 2: try to get back to uni doing biomedical science (max salary is 21k but its an honerable subject). will request to retake the first year but since i have 5k loan affirmed (even after failing 3 yrs of uni ages ago). problem is i fail at living my myself, i just drown in depression.
So I got around to reading my subscription to the economist today and there was an interesting "special report" on gambling. The general tone of the report was very favorable and considering the prestige and influence of the economist and how widely read it is among the upper class, I think it will have an impact on public opinion.
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