Game Theory - Not Playing By The Rules

Some of you may be aware that there already is a concept of Game Theory but here is my take on things while travelling with Chris and Sara.

In all of my life have I never ever even come close to playing as much different games as I am now. It is literally non stop gaming action from dusk till dusk. First there are the standard variety of a multitude of different card games that is constantly played as long as the wind doesn't insist on stealing our cards.

Then a new game to me which I've noticed that I am somewhat of a prodigy at is playing Yatzee. Chris and Sara call me a lucky bastard (I like to see it more as a combination of skill and extremely good karma) and my record so far is 317 points which is supposed to be a big deal, but I don't know. They don't even mind anymore when I don't want to play, which also is a first.

Then there are the real "sport" games as pool, bowling, guitar hero and thumb wars. All in which I also am unbeatable. Nooooooow.. Chris and Sara might beg to differ but that's just lame excuses for being sucky. Be a good looser- that’s what I say.

I have never had the good grace to be good looser of one simple fact. I have never experienced defeat. It is concept that is unknown to me.

So my one big wish before we get back home is that Chris or Sara actually beat me in anything just so I can get a taste of that feeling that they feel every time we play something. *wish wish wish*

Arrived - I'm Really Here

It took almost five hours after we landed from our gruesome 25 hour flight that I realized that we were actually in Thailand. What shocked me into my proper senses was a shot of whiskey and standing on the buzzling street of "Walking Street" in Pattaya. We started out partying hard and so far five days later nothing is pointing towards that this will decline.

I would have demolished my old record for staying awake the longest, but a two hour involuntary nap made me feel like I wasn't being true to myself. But I have definitely broken my record for least amount of sleep in four days.

During this time little A LOT has happened. My favourite things being;

The kissing contest, which I refused take part in, where Chris (not using any name acronyms anymore) managed to squuuueeeeeze in a last minute kiss with not exactly the cutest Thai girl right before the deadline. Sara coerced this young tourist boy to give her a big sloppy one. She's still talking about the kiss and expresses herself a in great detail what acts she wished she performed with the child (emphasizing child and boy). Just as a note. I'm pretty sure that Sara is exactly what my little sisters will grow up to become and I'm absolutely terrified.

Secondly I wish all of you could have seen the look on Chris face when a little Thai Go-go girl thrusted her pelvis on his face and him first jerking back in horror and right after that realizing that she wasn't wearing any panties. He is now convinced that he has Hepatitis B.

Have to go to bed now. We're going up early tomorrow to get a massage before we head to the beach. The biggest worry in my life right now is how I am going to turn down the offered happy ending tomorrow. And for those of you who don't know what a happy ending in the context of a massage implies. I urge you to find out. Write that down.

The Evolution of Dance

First of I want to express my joy of figuring out how to post videos. Jay! That done, here follows the person who taught me everything I know today about dancing. It is thanks to him I can win any girls heart by strutting my stuff on the dance floor.

Living

I saw this person on an internet reel some time ago and I really took his speech to heart. But today I managed see a shortened more powerful version of his original speech on the dubious show Oprah.

I wasn't watching it! It just sort of was there.. Oprah is evil I tell you.

But back to the point. The back story to this speech is that Professor Randy Pausch, father of three, was recently told that he had three to six months left to live as he was dying of cancer. This is how he dealt with the news. It is inspiring.

Professor Randy Pausch's Last Lecture

ps: I know that this wasn't the most well written post but I wanted to share this with as soon as I saw it.

ds: Some people are questioning my prediction on the outcome on the song below but.. I tell you. Flo Rida - Low is going to be a hit.

The Next Hit

All my life I've felt a certain pride at being able to pick out hits. And this.. This is the next one.

Insomnia

Insomnia is a bitch. For most, insomnia is lacking the ability to fall asleep. I don't see it that way. For me sleeping is death. The second most boring state in existence to be exact. I have noticed that I will do just about anything except going to sleep.

Just now I have started three intense conversations on msn, all about the equilibrium between men and those strange long haired creatures. Before that there was the short but intense workout beside my bed (have to get buff so the ladies will dig me when I'm naked).

And before that there was the project to have a beautiful version of those long haired creatures to come over and keep me company. Which failed miserably I might add. That this was one o'clock in the morning is no excuse.

Note to self: Get a full understanding of the women psyche by Tuesday.

Forget

The past has happened. There is no reason to dwell. Keep looking forward towards the future because that is where salvation and inner sanctum lie.


Had this fairly obvious epiphany tonight but I just hade to let it sink in and that little black ball in my chest finally vanished for good. I'm really good at dwelling. On top of this I found a beautiful song which I want to share with you all. Its an acoustic version of the song "Kill Me" by 30 Seconds to Mars and sung by their lead singer Jared Leto. If I went gay I would totally date him a couple of weeks. I bet he's keeping his fingers crossed, but sorry.. No not too likely.

Into the Mist

Tonight my good friend H is coming down from up north to make sure that I have a serious speech impediment before twelve o’clock tonight. Each time he is in town, of some strange reason, I never remember how I got home, in bed and wake up with the headache only a terrible demon called Tequila could summon. Damn that demon woman.. Note to self – Don’t swallow the worm.

On top of this I usually awake fully clothed with 50 angry text messages on my cell phone from the poor girl I booty called last night, but forgot to stay awake to open the door for – Aka The ultimate “hard to get”-move! I guess it’s not the nicest thing in the world to do to someone.. Haha, still a bit funny though.

This night is going to get crazy. Now where is my Sombrero hiding?

Me Love Thailand Longtime

In twenty-one days Sweden will feel loss. There will be a great confusion where this feeling of immense loss emanates but it will be felt none the less.

This is because a certain man will leave the land of dreaded cold, soggy snow and constant battles with polar bears in order to buy groceries and instead journey to a little slice of heaven where the sun shines, drinks flow and nirvana is around the corner.

With him travels two persons - The first a magnificent hypochondriac poker player who he shares his deepest thoughts with and the second a wonderful girl who suffers a bit from ADD, but always manages to get by on her smile. Together they will be a force to be reckoned with and hopefully they will be allowed to stay their intended time in heaven without being deported to a warmer place.

But don’t dread everyone. He will be back in your lives soon enough again and by no time at all you’ll wish he never came back *wink*.