In a game of poker, when you get that fantastic hand, you bet all-in. all your money into the pot. your life savings. your stock money. tomorrow's dinner. and the money to buy your pet cat a poo poo platter. you bluff on, not letting the house know that you've got a definite win and you just can't wait to open your cards triumphantly. but slowly, the House lets in that it might have a better hand. better yet, the House TELLS you that it has a better hand. the House tells me that it's going for a straight-flush draw and all i have are aces over kings full house. You feel your whole world collapse around you. your vision goes blurry and your emotions have gone haywire. you try to speak, but no voice comes out. you feel like puking, only the lump in your throat won't allow you to puke. your heart breaks into a million pieces and you feel like you'll give up playing the game forever.

Now instead of wanting the cards to be flipped over, you wish that the cards never had to be opened in the first place. but you know the cards have to be opened. the cards will be flipped in 5 days time. i hope i'll have the privelege of sticking around. :(