luckykat

Less Money Mo Problems

Now that I have quit poker and no longer have any job, there is increasing spending but no income to back it up.  So thus, I will have to sadly rely on my parents money and probably prostitute myself in the working environment (please God no).  Until then I will be limited when I eat out, drink life water (beer), go shopping, or just live.  Hopefully something will come up (probably won’t) but it’s fine now.  I actually will have to budget accordingly DAMNIT.

RIP Poker

Thus, I have come to the conclusion I will keep the promise to myself in the beginning of the semester to quit poker after summer.  With its ruins, comes the phoenix of stock trading and possibly sports gambling.  I will also try to pursue different passions of mine such as entrepreneurship, Starcraft 2, and possibly djing/producing music.  Sadly, I will need to find another avenue of wealth soon or else, life will suck a lot.

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.

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.