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Wednesday, November 25, 2009, 4:38 AM

HAH!

Well, it's true. We are all so superficial. All of us.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009, 10:30 AM

~Double the lockpicks

Morning sunshines.

"Hell week" is supposedly over. Putting Logic aside, the maths test, and the essay on hold, I find time to chug some chips down my throat drink some cold, processed, green tea to flush it all down. Quaint. Tea and briscuits, in the 21st Century. So Saturday was this weird pot luck house party kind of thing.

You know, it's the type of pot luck where everyone brings chips. It's hilarious, really, munching on chips for dinner. Of course, there are other things, such as almond chocolates and little bits of fried chicken, but hey, who doesn't love chips for dinner? Though in the end we did get pizza, and Yuxi did bring his dumplings. It was alright. Not half as bad, seeing how tired I was that day. Left4Dead 2 to distract the guys, and Taiwan/Korean drama to distract the girls.

I hate algebra class because it's at 9 in the freaking morning. That means I have to wake up at 7. Good thing I have morning calls, but seriously, it's ridiculous. It's like secondary school every Tuesday and Friday. Though, I just realized, just two more weeks and it'll be all gone. Sure, I get a few more hours of sleep, but I'll also be missing so many things. Kim's honest and hilarious remarks, Chris's suggestive comments, and of course, Kim and Gunawan's constant bickering and insults. 2 weeks and it will all be gone. Sad, ain't it?

But that's how it is. 1 week till November ends, 3 weeks till school ends, and 5 weeks till 2009 ends. It's fast. And I'm running out of time. Aren't we all though? We are always running out of time, and making time is not that easy either. Maybe it's time to prioritize. What do we really need to do in this remaining 5 weeks? Say our prayers, say our goodbyes? Spend whatever time that's left with your friends, and spend whatever time that's left to insult those scandalous idiots. But just remember, no matter what you do, do it fast, because time is running out.

I think it's time to get those things done, eh? The to-do list ain't gonna be shorter anytime soon, so might as well get started on the first thing up there. Now, the problem is, where did I put my to-do list?

Life,
T

Monday, November 23, 2009, 12:19 AM

Good evening Donné.

It has been quite a week, hasn't it. I had my Logic finals on thur. It wasn't bad, wasn't that good either. I should be fine. Though, I will miss logic a great deal. It was my favourite class this semester. Now, I'm left with the boring calculations and essays. That is not fun at all.

Life,
T

Wednesday, November 18, 2009, 2:01 AM

~すみません!

Eh hem.

The sun hasn't been up for a while. The clouds are pretty determined to block it out. And I personally prefer it this way. Yesterday's weather was so nice. It was drizzling, but the rain drops are not big enough to make you wet, so they just evaporate the moment they touch your skin. It was cooling... perfect whether to do just about anything.

Unlike today. The rain poured heavier than concrete. Can't say I'm surprised. Can't say I prepared for it either. Thinking about it makes me want to drink black tea latte...

...mmm yes, black tea latte. I always have that whenever I go to starbucks in indo. I was never a big fan of coffee, more of a tea person, if you may. A nice warm cup of BLT, a nice magazine, and plenty of candies. Eye candies, of course. Though you don't get that much confectioneries over here though. It's all so...

boring.

Though, sometimes, just that little taste of candy in the morning train is enough to make your day. Ah well. That's how rare they are now. You have to treasure each one you see.

A wise owl once told me that a picture only depicts the scene at that moment in time. It cannot be used to judge what has happened, or what is going to happen. But we often make that mistake, don't we? Pre-judging, and, most importantly, smiling.

How often do we smile when we are being taken a picture of. We pose, we force that smile out. No one cares if its genuine or not. As long as no one can tell, it's good enough. But why are we conjuring up this illusion of happiness, just for a picture? 20-30 years later, when you're old and senile, you look back, you see yourself smiling, and you think to yourself, why was I so happy then, yet so sad now?

But you weren't happy then, neither are you sad now. Do you really want to live in a delusion brought about by that picture, that picture of a smile? It's a bit ironic though, a smile is suppose to bring happiness, yet it brings so much sorrow. Short term gain, long term pain.

It's those pictures. Those pictures of a genuine smile. Genuine happiness. Those are the pictures that will make you happy, make you remember the good days, and most importantly, make you strive for happier days. Those are the pictures I want to take. Those are the pictures I wish to be taken of.

So today was another normal day at poker. Though, it is the first time I actually had cold feet when putting in the bet. I was down on my luck, barely 20mins into the game, my money had dwindled just but a fraction of what I bought in with. I was playing recklessly, and what's more it's against kim, mel, and chris. I wasn't playing right, I know that. But what the hell.

Kim kept raising the blind bets by 50, and I was stupid enough to call it, because hey, it's the blind bets. Anything can happen in the flop. So there I put in, 50. My hand wasn't great, couldn't remember what it was, but there was a king. A king of hearts. The bets went round the table. Chris raised, mel called, kim called, and I re-raised. Even though I was losing already, I knew I had to bluff my way through this round. Powerplay. In poker, it's all about powerplay.

And so everybody called, and out comes the flop. Pair 7 and another card was on the table. By now, the pot was pretty big, close to 8 was it? But with a pair 7 on the table, a single 7 on anyone's hand is enough to dominate the table. And everyone knew that. But remember, poker is all about powerplay.

Two 7's on the table means there's only two 7's left out there. With only 4 players, it's unlikely for anyone to have that 7. So what should you do? Make the others think you have the 7.It's all about powerplay.

I raised a 50, an intimidation raise. This is to scare of unwanted buggers, and it worked. Mel and kim was out, and all that's left was chris and me. Chris, now this guy is one of the better poker players here. He is perhaps the only person I'm scared of when it comes to poker. Kim has his lucks, but he never bluffs, and his chases are obvious. Mel is... still a beginner. Though she has the skills, she still makes rookie mistakes, but it's alright. But chris, he's something altogether.

He easily saw through my bluff, and re-raised. You have to remember, when playing poker, don't try to look at your hand more than once. Remember what you have. Though, by now, the stress made me forget what I had, but I remembered I didn't have the 7. And that's enough. From here on, it's all about power-play. The turn, the river, it's just me and chris raising, re-raising, and re-re-raising. I was bleeding out, and by the look of things, he had the 7. But I was already too far in. I had 1.20 left by the end of river. I couldn't play with that little money, so I made the boldest move yet. I went all in, with a bluff. And chris knew this.

Or so I think.

Remember, poker is all about powerplay. Whoever who exhibits the most dominance will win the game. It's not what cards you get, it's how you play those cards. Bluffing is not about lying. It's about subtle hints, timing, and most importantly, intimidation.

He called my 1.20. I thought I was done for here. Then he asked: "You have the seven, don't you?" I didn't had the 7, and I know that. That means he doesn't have it either. He too was bluffing his way through. In the end, I won with that king of mine. He didn't had anything, I didn't had anything either. I won with a king kicker.

That was the most intense poker round I ever played. I remembered how deeply I breathed to try and relax myself, I remember how jittery my legs felt, especially when he called my 1.20. My instincts told me to back out. But nobody backs out at the last round. It was exciting indeed.

And that's what poker is about. It's not all about money, not all about socializing. It's about that risk. That thrill. That king. King of hearts.

I should sleep. Meeting nita for breakfast tomorrow, and I have to prepare of my logic finals on thursday! Wow, logic finals. I really am not looking forward to it at all. And Algebra test is on friday, and I have to get full marks for that. I must, and I will.

Varamos, Donné.

Life,
T

Thursday, November 12, 2009, 1:20 AM

~Jello

Hello.

My right eye has been itching for quite a while. I wonder if it's alright. I feel like my life is pretty bad right now. I feel so... troubled. By? Responsibility. I wish I can live in grasslands. Miles upon miles of green yonder. Nothing to worry about, nothing to care about. Just me, myself, and I.

It has always been like that, hasn't it? I have always been alone. Well, not always, people just come and go. No one actually stayed. I don't know, I guess I'm happier this way, yea? Though it gets a bit stressful sometimes... like now. I really wish life has a pause button.

Well, at least I've not stopped.

Life,
T

Sunday, November 8, 2009, 11:37 PM

~Ignorace.

Hello!

I spent this weekend knowing myself better, though I did spend half the time playing Aion. It's amazing what you can learn from such a small incident, you know? Maybe that's a bit of a problem too, thinking too much of such a small, insignificant thing...

I wonder what happened. I used to thirst for knowledge. I always wanted to find out more, more, more. But now, it's all about the latest scandals and hoohas. I feel out of place sometimes, neither here nor there. I want to go for it, but go for what, exactly? I should stop being so vague.

The holiday seasons are coming, and I do wish to spend it with loved ones. The problem is, who exactly are my loved ones? I seem to start enjoying standing still now, but I should also get moving.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid". I find myself uttering these words quite often these few days. I have no idea why, but I'm starting to remember all my past mistakes. The stupid ones to be exact. This cannot be good for my self-esteem. Everyone has their ways of learning from my mistakes. I do too, and quite effectively, mind you. But the problem here isn't to learn from it, it's just to get over it. So what do you do to get over your mistakes? Or do you just let it hunt you through your darken days?

Often I find myself controlling my own faith. I can see what good will happen if I do this, or what bad will come if I do that. But now... I can't really see anything. Maybe it's just the toffee I ate. Been getting indigestion these past couple of days.

I hate having so many secrets.

Life,
T

Monday, November 2, 2009, 11:35 PM

~Moving on

Ha. It hurts a little to type like this, with a scar, on my hand right now. Every now and then, I get that urge to just pop my finger, and well that's not the the only thing I pop. Ah well, I'll live through it. Just another scar to live with, right?

It's kind of fun to watch the people you laughed and smiled and cried with grow up, you know? I mean, you're no longer with them anymore, some may be miles away, some, may have long forgotten you, and some might just be right round the corner, but you know, they all have their own priorities now.

But I don't know. I like being talked to. As in, I like solving other people's problem. And the problems I faced last time, all those crushes and friendship problems and whatnot, they seem so trivial now, with all the marital problems, suicidal thoughts, and all those more serious things.

And I really want to just slap and scold some people to just shut up, bulk up, and move on.

But there are others too, huh? Who have already moved on and kinda just, left you behind? I mean, it's not their fault, but you know, sometimes a hello would be nice. Maybe I'm just jealous. Maybe I'm just happy for them. But hey,

life goes on.