So almost a week ago I decided to become a non smoker, and today not only I am, but I also feel good about it. I had a hard time at first because I was going about it the wrong way, but yesterday I decided to download The easy way to stop smoking by Allen Carr, Im not sure why since Im always skeptical of "easy way" to anything but this audio book changed my whole perspective and helped clear my head.
If you want to quit smoking or even if you dont I recommend checking out this book, its quite a simple concept that somehow is lost on most of us.
ffs I managed to make this sound like a commercial for this fucking book, but get it anyways(get it illegally I wont tell)
A story about last monday. by DustySwedeDude, May 10
Hilarity is a great thing. Sometimes it is manufactured by John Cleese, in which case it might be lethal (according to wikipedia some Danish guy died laughing while watching A Fish Called Wanda) or just happen on High Stakes Poker when Raszi gets hold of 92s. Most of the time it's something they show on TV, or when your drunk friend tries to pick up some guy who looks a bit like a girl. However, sometimes you just happen to get into a situation that's bad, handle it worse and also get unlucky at the same time. Shit happens, basically, and sometimes it's probably really funny from an objective point of view. This episode happened a week ago and at first I figured I should keep it quiet, but in the spirit of "bjuda på sig själv" as we say in Sweden (wtf is the English expression? Basically giving up some ego to let everyone have a better time at your expense) I've decided that I should tell this story here on my blog. I'm fairly sure that not THAT many people I know irl reads this, and those who do are mostly close friends and such so I feel ok telling this.
Last Monday I played the Sunday donkament on prima, stayed up for some cash games and decided that sleep is for lazy people and that it's probably a good idea to go for a morning roll. Said and done I grab my gi and take a walk to the gym while drinking some red bull to keep awake. I do feel that my stomach is trying to tell me something about my sleeping schedule and food intake and that whatever it's trying to say probably contains a whole bunch of foul words. However, my body and I have a very simple relationship which basically is grounded in a lot of bitching from my body which I ignore or just answers with random phrases about how it'll probably be fine if I just get some duck tape, some water and/or some caffeine. I feel that I've probably spent to much of my life bitching about unimportant stuff so now I try to ignore that kind of crap. Anyway, I get to the gym a bit early, I sit around watching the morning break and generally feeling very philosophical and such thinking about how life is good, BJJ is sick fun and how the S mount is the most awesome thing since sliced bread.
Since Roberto "Cyborg" Abreu was in Sweden a couple of weeks before doing a seminar which a bunch of the guys was at the technique training for this session was about the Tornado Sweep.
check it out at about 2.40 or so.
I'd like to bring up a few important points for the rest of the story:
1. I'm not very good at BJJ. There's no way I'm getting a decent Tornado Sweep against anyone except if I get like 20 seconds to set it up. And then there's like a 50/50 chance it'll suck something horrid anyway, and maybe 5 % chance that it'll actually be a somewhat correct sweep. Also, a week ago before I had actually practice that sweep a couple of times I was even worse.
2. While trying to do that sweep you'll spend a decent amount of time with your ass in your partners face.
Anyway, I start out trying to do the sweep with a big blue belt. He seemed to be having some troubles with it too which is understandable since, well, he's a big ass guy and it's hard to bend like you need to do. I'm also doing my best which is basically getting up on my neck then looking like a retard while trying to to figure out which leg to throw in what direction. Overall we probably looked a bit silly and after a while the instructor (probably ~100kg or so black belt) decides that we should probably switch partner. The blue bet goes with the instructor and I say hi to some ~60 kg girl. If this change was since I couldn't throw a guy a couple of kilos heavier then me or had something to do with the fact that it'd be easier for the girl to do the technique with me (90kg or so) rather then the even bigger dude I don't know, but judging from the fact that she threw me around like nothing I'm fairly sure which one of those alternatives was true.
Anyway, you guys are smart, you already know what happens. I start to get the hang of it and it's a lot easier to manage to move 60 kg then whatever the big dude could've been and I generally starting to feel good about myself. The girl was one of those super positive nice people you encounter sometimes to which helped a bit. So finally I decide that I this time, yea, this time I'll do an awesome sweep and then I'll grab the biggest damn dude in the room and try it on him when we roll afterwards. That was the plan. We start from half guard, I get my grips, I spin around, everything is great and then... I fart in her face. Not a big one, mind you, and not one of those smelly (I hope!) but one with some sound attached to it. Not a lot, but definitely something someone with her face 25 cm from my ass would notice. I say "sorry", continue the sweep and manage to fuck every part of it up . Then we practice for a while in silence until it's time for 5 minutes sparring rounds. As usual I get my ass beaten (I'm the only beginner who goes to morning class with any regularity, lazy fucks!), which is fine with me since I learn a ton from it, and walk home in the morning air. Contemplating how Murphy was right, the world's a bitch and sometimes random variance just fucks you over.
But then I remember, after all, life is good and when something like this is your biggest concern for the day, well, your life can't be that bad.
Chilling at a poker room, shitting on a guy at 100nl,small stakes nothing to brag...
up 2 buyins on him, sitting with 350 he covers cause hes a whale
whale straddles, fold to me mp, i raise kk to 8, all fold, whale smirks at me, makes it 25...
i give him a fuck you stare, pop it to 70...
he insta shoves...i insta call
he shows j6 suited...
he turns quads...
Life is grand.
P.S. afterward he said he thought I would fold...who am I matusow?
been almost a month since i got staked to play sng had a rough end of the month last month. Ran super bad and lost everytime on the river or something stupid over a shit ton of games. But its an all new month and i feel a lot better and actually been running a lot better.
hope everyone else is running good for the month...hope to pull some better profit this month and return a nice profit for me and my staker and get off the stake and back on my own again
I decided to start a blog here instead of DeucesCracked since I like the format/layout a little better. So, this is the first post in my blog, which I'll use to keep track of my Poker progress as well as my life. Nothing much to say about me; I'm a 21-year old proplayer, started grinding SSNLFR around 3 years ago and continue to learn and play fulltime. This blog will basically just give me a place to put down my thoughts and experiences so that I can keep track of my life, which sometimes seems like an impossible task.
May has been pretty mediocre for me, with about 24k hands played in roughly 4 days. I've taken a few days off but am going to play tonight. I hope everyone else is having a good month. I'll post some hands and graphs in the next few weeks.
See you.
Edit: Didn't mean to post the same entry multiple times (obviously). Sorry about the spam.
windows explorer crashes 100% of the time that i alt-tab out of a game. started happening only recently, a week or 3 ago, happening in NVN and starcraft2 and maybe another game.
when it happens i spam click taskbar until it asks if i want to end the program (explorer)
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. Then we practice for a while in silence until it's time for 5 minutes sparring rounds. As usual I get my ass beaten (I'm the only beginner who goes to morning class with any regularity, lazy fucks!), which is fine with me since I learn a ton from it, and walk home in the morning air. Contemplating how Murphy was right, the world's a bitch and sometimes random variance just fucks you over. 
Decided to get drunk and play freerolls today and I finally won a ME round 2 ticket lol 
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