Why Lucky Cats?

People may wonder (most likely not) why I have such a crazy obsession with lucky cats (maneki neko).  To answer that question, I really don’t know.  This wasn’t a recent occurrence but dates back when I was in preschool.  I believe at the time I just loved being lucky.  My dad and his side of the family is really big on gambling (which is why I go to Vegas quite often).  Even at that age, I wanted to start gambling even though I didn’t even know how too.  From this “gambling addiction”, I later had weird superstitions and one of my “fancies” is the lucky cat.  So, to make it full circle, I have taken upon myself to just be known as luckykat.  My poker handle, twitter account, and even Facebook contains this name now, which hopefully will stick for me permanently.  Basically I believe that the lucky cat probably embodies my culture, my childhood and I don’t ever want it to leave me.

Guardian Angel

*warning extremely sappy post*

I loved my grandma.  She passed away in the summer going to fifth grade.  During that summer my parents went to Thailand, I stayed at my godfather’s house where I spent the week with my grandmother.  I could tell she was weak from age/stress, and sometimes when I couldn’t sleep I would lay in the bed and cry, knowing that at some point her time would be up.  When my parents, came back I found out that my grandma was going to Texas, where I pleaded for her to stay.  Of course, she still went.  She gave me $100 dollar bill (where I actually have the exact bill locked up in a safe somewhere) right before she boarded her plane.  That would be the last time I saw her alive.  The reason I tell you this story is because I believe that my grandmother is actually still looking out for me.  A lot of the times in my life where I am severely in debt or where there lacks any hope of getting out of a situation unscathed, there is always an incident that saves me.  For example, this summer I was severely in debt and there seemed to be no hope, but somehow through all the occurrences, I escaped.  Right at the moment where I was thinking of selling a majority of my assets, a miracle happens and I take down two tournaments.  It may be coincidence or sheer luck, but I truly believe that she helps me in anyway she can.  Thank you grandma, even in 8 years you still are important to me and will always be.

A Quick Quirk

Hello friends and readers all around the world! I haven’t said much since my birthday. Actually, I just threw in a quick post prior to my birthday, so there wasn’t an actual post on my birthday. But that being said, my birthday was quite a success. I love everyone that came out, threw me a birthday wish, or even though of me. Thank you everyone — much love to yah!

Anyways, I just wanted to throw out some random thoughts, especially since I’m currently procrastinating on a paper that I’m supposed to be writing. Haha, whoops. But yeah, I’ll be back maybe later this evening or tomorrow. There has been a lot on mind that I’ve been wanting to write about. This is a wonderful and exciting time in my life right now, and I want to document it before it fades away and just turns into a distant memory.

Blasted Birthdays

Well, my birthday’s coming up — the big two one. As we all know, the 21st birthday of any kid growing up in America is supposed to be quite the event in someone’s life — it’s a milestone that officially qualifies you into finally transitioning into an adult. With this achievement, there would be no more restrictions on life, and I’d now be legally capable of doing virtually anything. But to me, this whole twenty first birthday is just like  any other ordinary birthday with the exception of a little bit more excessive drinking involved, but other than that, that’s about it.

I’ve never been that much of a birthday guy. Birthday’s don’t mean as much to me as they do to other people. I’ve stated countless times of what I’ve wanted for my birthday, and it’s this — good company and good times. I never wanted anyone to stress over items and things to get for me. All I really want is for the people I love to enjoy this special time with me. I don’t know whether this is so much of a rant or maybe a confession, maybe a little bit of both.

Almost the End

So my time at Berkeley for the summer is almost over.  Surprisingly enough, this is probably one of the most fruitful summers I have had regarding completion of my goals.  I actually am out of debt and didn’t have my boss hate me.  Now the real work starts.  I have LSATs in two months again and its time to grind my hardest!  Thus, I am sad (or happy?) to say that I am taking a break from poker till I handle my shit.

Buzzin’ little Bees!

So this will be my first buzzed post, and all I’ve got to say at the moment is that I’m pretty effing buzzed. AHAH, well, i had this epiphany about writing this whole inspiring post about this and that, but in reality, I really don’t have much to say — maybe I haven’t had enough to drink yet, or maybe I’ve just drank a little too much, but I guess we’ll never know.

Oh to explain about how this whole night occurred, or why I’m sitting here is because while I was playing beer pong, my teammate, ANDREW FRICKING LIU, pulled a major nooby move. Since he didn’t finish his drink, he was just standing there nonchalantly with his drink in his hand. And this is where I say that Brian Jude Devela is pretty clutch. Instead of aiming for a cup on the table, he sinks the cup that Andrew was holding — WHAT A BITCH, RIGHT?!?!? Anyways, time for a rematch. LET’s GET THIS GOING!