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| Cat food ran out. I gave them the last 2 cans one night and left for the rest of the evening. I came back the next day and they said "James, we're hungry! Feed us." I said "of course, my little darling kittens." So I left for the market and pondered which bag of food would be best for my little bundles of joy. I could go with the cheapest, which I always opt for anytime it concerns myself. For instance, I'll see some yummy canned soups but ultimately settle for cambell's condensed soup to save a half dollar. But instead, I chose to get the more expensive Purina brand for my wonderful little rays of sunshine.
I rushed home and when I entered the room, they said to me "James, you took too long. We pooped on your bed. Now give us the food and don't do this to us again, asshole."
So now I wash my covers...
Cats are Funny.
-James RA
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| my mind cannot grasp this.
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| i feel old enough to be welcomed into the club of old asian guys sitting around hong kong market playing games.
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| I wasn't gonna update because kenny wong told me to. But I had a wonderful morning and I'd like to share it with the world (or the 1 person who will read this)
First I went into work today at 8 because the schedule said 8. After working 30 minutes, the manager asked if i'm supposed to be there. I looked at the schedule on his desk and it said I work at 3. I had thought i worked at 3 before but I had checked the board to confirm that and was surprised to see I opened. So I looked up at the board to try to figure out how I could make a mistake like that, and saw the schedule posted on the board said 8. But then I looked at the date of the schedule and saw it was next weeks. So for some reason, next weeks was posted on the top and this weeks was sitting in the office. I had remmebered the right schedule but confirmed and ultimately changed my mind when I saw the wrong schedule. Angry, I knocked over a bunch of totes and punched a hole in the wall. Knowing I could have slept in, I was filled with rage and started throwing books everywhere. But then I awoke from my surreal daydream still standing in the office, the manager looking at me confused. I glanced over at the wall, and all the totes, everything still in tact. I took a deep breath, clocked out, and went home.
Now as you all now, I invested in online gambling. They always say to do what you like to do, and I like making money and playing cards. So frustrated and unable to go back to sleep, I decided to work my second job. I was working at the low stakes table and about 10 minutes in, I'd doubled up and was considering quitting. But then my greed overcame my mind's desire to quit while ahead and I stayed playing. The next hand I was on the button and was dealt a 4-5. I limped in and was immediately glad I had let greed take control. There before me, was the flop A-2-3. I checked, hoping to reel some of these lightweights in, and was happy to see the next guy put in a modest bet, with another gentleman calling. I feigned hesitation and then called. The next card was a 3. I stopped for a moment to think about what my opponents held. If he held a 2-3, he'd now have a full house and beat my straight. But the odds of him playing a 2-3 were extremely slim. A more likely scenario was he was holding an Ace and was sure I didn't have a 2 or 3 so was betting with top pair. Feeling safe and knowing my opponent would probably bet again, I checked. And on queue, he did indeed put in a slightly larger bet. The other had folded, and once again I feigned hesitation and called. The last card that came was an insignificant 7. At this point, I placed a bet, giving him a chance to cut his losses and leave. But instead, he came over the top to put me all in. Happy with this outcome also, I called quickly. Then my world came crashing down to find he, in fact, had the extremely unlikely hand 2-3.
Angry, I reloaded to get my money back. A few hands later after winning a modest sum, I had the cards 6-Q of diamonds. Normally not so good, but I was in good position so I called the minimum bet. The flop was 9-J-2, with two diamonds on the board. The one person before me put in a small bet and I called. The dealer after me called as well. The next card was a 8 of hearts, which didn't help me at all. Before me, the guy had bet a little more this time. I thought about folding, but figured my pot odds were good so I called, and so did the one behind me. Then the last card was what I was looking for. The 9 of diamonds. This baby was gonna get me back in good shape. The guy ahead of me bet about the same amount as last time, and it was an easy call for me to make. But then the dealer after me re-raised to force us both all in. I thought for a moment, perhaps this guy also had pocket diamonds. Then the question would be whether or not my Queen high would be good enough. While I was thinking, the other guy had called. So it was my turn. I sifted through possibilities and the only reasonable one I could come up with was this guy had diamonds. Maybe the ace or king, which would beat me for sure.
Adding to the pressure of the situation was the fact that if I did go all in here, and did lose the hand, I would not have enough money to buy back in. I cursed to myself for not having the sense to add the rest of the money in my bank to what I took with me to the table , knowing it was not enough to buy in at anywhere else. But anyway the time for that was over, and I was faced with a decision. If I folded, I'd be left crippled, but could still play again. If I called and lost, for the first time I would have lost all the money I had initially depositited. If I called and won, I'd be on my way to getting back in the positive.
9-J-2-8-9...three of the cards diamonds....I have 6-Q diamonds. I queen high flush...
With the bitter taste of my last bad beat still fresh in my mind, and the desire to make a big comeback, I made the only logical decision. I called.
The first guy turned over a harmless 10-10, probably frustrated his hand didn't improve. Good cards, but a bad call here.
It was the next guy's cards that shocked me. He didn't have diamonds at all. I was relieved and realized I was holding my breath. But then it dawned on me. His seemingly worthless hand...2-2....with a 2 on the board....but enhanced by the 9 that had helped me...
It had happened again. A very unlikely full house. I looked on in horror as all my chips slid over to his side of the table.
So the last few weeks have been nothing but hard luck losses and bad beats. I suppose that's the story of life. Maybe things will get better now that I'm completely beat. Then again, I'm only beat on one front. I'm still hanging in there in the game of life.
I'm in a precarious position where one more bad beat in that could cost me everything. Should it be this way? Probably not. But nothing will change anytime soon. So I won't lament about an unfair system. Not now at least. But if I'm forced to go all in, would I do it? My distant cousin Lee Byung-Hyun did and he won. That of course, was a drama. In real life, it's a harder call to make. The harder the call, though, the greater the reward. 
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April has gone to Mexico so it's sad. I was supposed to go with her but I have to make some money.
But I've just finished my first all-nighter of the semester. It used to be every time I had a test I would have to stay up all night. Then I started slacking and would only stay up semi-late. This time, I promised myself I'd make an A on this exam, so I decided to deprive myself of sleep. Hopefully it works. It will work. It must work.
My fantasy baseball team sucks ass. I'm almost in last place.
I decided to get a third job since I can't sub during the summer and since money is very tight at the moment. Hopefully on-line gambling will pay me more than the bookstore does.
I was feeling a bit tired so I took a break and cut my hair. I hope you like it. You probably won't though.
They say it's a bittersweet life, but all I taste is the bitterness. And my heart feels a bit strange. But gotta keep going. Hopefully I'll regain my sanity once I go to sleep.
-Yours truly,
James Rizza
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