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I wake up at 9:45am to get ready for the seminar which starts at 10:30. I wasn’t able to fall asleep until 4am like normal, so the wake up process is pretty painful. I throw on my casual suit and walk over to the casino after stopping off for a ‘Redbull’ at the corner convenience store.

I leave Cade’s house in Hawaii at around 6am, heading towards the airport. When I arrive there’s already a line at the Qantas desk and I’m worried the flight will be completely packed with my getting some terrible middle seat. I haven’t slept all night hoping I’ll be able to crash for the majority of my 10 ½ hour flight. When I get to the desk I make small talk with the guy and he asks me if a window seat will be okay
”Uh sure, unless you guys got like an aisle of three open or something like that. I haven’t done the whole sleeping thing yet tonight.”

Yes, it's true. I too, am a massive online MTT multiaccounter. I bet you're wondering why I'm bothering to confess to this, perhaps my conscience has finally gotten to me you think?

The title of this entry into the series must seem odd at first glance. Since when do weak players do all that much bluffing?

So I did this thread quite some time ago and attempted to to accommodate a number of the requests. As of lately I'm running a bit low on ideas for how to continue the series and realized that really the best way to get an idea of how to go forward is to ask the readers what they want to see out of the series.

2+2 poster 'Bonsaltron' gave me a great idea to do an article on trends and plays in poker that come in and out or have become irrelevant which I think is a great idea that I'll get cracking on immediately, which was the inspiration to ask people what else they'd like to see covered.

Last night is a blur. I know I told Cade and Kari I’d be taking things easy but it didn’t quite end up that way. At the point I ended up in a karaoke room full of military guys being told to please help chug their Saki (which I did, straight from the bottle) it was clear that the evening would not end well.

Authors note: The following entry has been written while considerably inebriated. Enjoy bitches!

“Hey! Didn’t I see you over at Pearl?” I yell at the girl in the striped sweater on the table opposing us.
“Yea I saw you on the dancefloor!” she responds.
“Oh really, how’d I do? Sick moves ah?”
”You…looked like you were having fun.”
”Wow, what a polite way of saying I suck huh? You’re a real charmer.”
She laughs.
“No, if I knew you better I would have come over to ask you for a dance.”

I am an ambitious person. In many people that’s a quality, but I’ve seen what mines done to the point that I know it’s much closer to a fault. If I had to settle on anything, I’d call it a double edged sword. The problem is that my ambitions border on obsession. I become so single minded in accomplishing something (and only in a manner which I feel is best) that I neglect and eliminate anything around me that’ll get in my way. It can be as effective as it is self destructive.

I’ve been kind of adrift for the last few days. I haven’t really been doing much of anything, and I didn’t even bother to play on Sunday for the FTOPS ME. In total, I played a single FTOPS event. I couldn’t even tell you what I’ve done since my last blog entry outside seen some funny movies, had some good meals, and killed time at the beach. The last couple of days I’ve developed a minor cold, but it’s nothing serious.

I just woke up and it’s past 2pm. Thanks to Cade forcing vitamins and water down my throat last night I don’t have any form of hangover and will likely live out a similar evening out tonight. What did I get up to last night? Um, it’s a bit of a blur, but with the help of Cade here’s what I do remember, in semi chronological order: