The Gambler

On a warm summer’s evenin’ on a train bound for nowhere,
I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns a starin’ out the window at the darkness
’til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.

He said, son, I’ve made a life out of readin’ people’s faces,
And knowin’ what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
So if you don’t mind my sayin’, I can see you’re out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey I’ll give you some advice.

So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
Said, if you’re gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

Now ev’ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin’
Is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
’cause ev’ry hand’s a winner and ev’ry hand’s a loser,
And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.

So when he’d finished speakin’, he turned back towards the window,
Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count your money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em,
Know when to walk away and know when to run.
You never count you r money when you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’ when the dealin’s done.

What would you do?

1. You're at the BB with AJ. An early position player raises. A middle position player calls the raise and the cut-off seat re-raises.

2. You're at the button with AK. Three players limp, you raise, the blinds fold but the the three limpers call. Flop is at J87 rainbow. The first player bets and the next two players fold.

3. You raise at the button with Ad Ah (red aces). Two players call your raise. The flop is 789 all clubs. A player bets and another player calls.

11/31 BBQ

..i wonder why Eug was looking at Chua when the photo was taken. maybe its because of the tongs. Photo not doctored =b (http://dongs.multiply.com)

Dare you to move

It's 1am and I'm listening to this switchfoot song. It's from A Walk to Remember and it's titled "Dare you to move". I've always liked this song. I understand and I appreciate the message of this song and I just thought I'd share it here.

Welcome to the planet
Welcome to existence
Everyone's here
Everyone's here
Everybody's watching you now
Everybody waits for you now
What happens next
What happens next

I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened before

Well, I think it's saying that life is shit. Sometimes, as optimistic as you want to be, there is just no other truth to it. Sometimes, life is just shit.

And I think that's alright. Because what matters is what you do about it. Yes, life is shit, you're going to fail, it's just bound to happen. If not for fate, it's bound to happen by statistic. No one is just going to breeze through life, it just doesn't work that way.

The point is, failing is inevitable. You're going to flunk an exam. You're going to get dumped. You're going to get fired. You're going to lose over and over and over again. Life is going to kick you so bad that you're going to want to stay down. It's going to take people from you. It's going to make you wish you've never been born. It's going to make you wish that you could just end your existence.

So fine, life is shit. Now what are you gonna do about it? That's the point of it all. What happens next? That, is the question. Just because life is fucked up, doesn't mean we all have to be fucked up.

So I dare you to move. I dare us all to get off our asses and do something about it. I dare us to do something great. I dare us to be a part of history. I dare us all to etch our names along with names that we look up to. I dare us to make a mark. I dare us to look within ourselves and look into the world with renewed vigor. I dare us to attack the world like today, our failings, never happened.

Everyone's graduating soon. For some reason, it's a different kind of atmosphere. You can taste the fear in the air. The uncertainty and the hesitation is ever-present. I remember when we were graduating from high school. We felt like we were going to take over the world. That's because deep down inside, we knew that we didn't have to yet. In those terms, our bravado was nothing more than a lie. But now, it's time to prove ourselves and I can feel everyone's reservations. We all know about the stories. We all know about the wasted potential. We all know of the people who were kings in high school or college. They were prodigies who looked like they were going to make millions and live happy and contented lives. You know these people. They are your friends. They are even your family. But like everyone, life dragged them down. It's a sick and sad world out there where dog eats dog.

So fine, life is shit. So I dare you to move. I dare me to move. I dare us to lift ourselves off the floor and be someone. If you want to be a leader, then be the best damn leader there ever was. If you want to be a businessman, then give it all you've got. If you want to find your true love, then never give up. If you want to live a happy life, then you've got to get up everytime you get dealt a bad hand.

It's time to be great, gentlemen.

So now, what happens next?

Away With Tears

Averse, not, Noble,
But, Oh, not, A, word,
Otherwise,
Pray, thee, hear,

My, mellow, sensitive, confessionals,
Angst, convoluted, frustrations,
On, Sabbath,


Then, Catharsis.

It is gone now – eveything is clear.
Averse not Noble.

kabaduyan ko pag nababagot lol (warning: sappy!)

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived; Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all the others, including Love.

One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island paradise until the last possible moment.

When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat. Love asked:

"Richness, can I come with you on your boat?"

Richness answered: "I'm sorry, but there's a lot of silver and gold in my boat and there would be no room for you anywhere."

Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help, who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out: "Vanity, help me please."

"I can’t help you." Vanity said. "You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat."

Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said: "Sadness, please let me go with you".

Sadness answered "Love, I’m sorry, but I just need to be alone now."

Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out: "Happiness, please take me with you!" but Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn’t hear Love calling to him.

Love began to cry.

Then, she heard a voice say, "Come Love, I will take you with me". It was an elder.

Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived on land, the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder. Love then found Knowledge and asked, "Who was it that helped me?"

"It was Time," Knowledge answered.

"but why did Time help me when no one else would?" Love asked.

Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."

xxx

crap =b

Today, I again attempted to cup the passing Air between my hands.
The feeling was enigmatic, inexplicable, indescribable.
Again I failed.

Striking. Like Roquelaure’s macabre.
Surreal. Like Gaiman’s reveries.
Eternal. Like Neruda’s eloquence.

Tonight, the Air again wisped between my fingers.

I am still attempting.

I know I can’t,
But still I try.

Untitled

How do you catch the Air?
With your hands?
With your whispers?

No.

Don't try because you can’t.




She catches you.

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