I decide to stay in Macau to play at Grand Waldo one more day before returning home. I lose to the same guy at the same table.

The local boy is actually quite a nice guy, he greet each other when I sit down again at the same table. It seems he is playing here every weekend, and he is a winning player. It has been quite a good day for me at the table actually, I win two big hands against other players, knocking one of them out. Everything is well until the dreadful against the local boy.

My cards are A-J of hearts. I raise to $100 and two players call including the local boy. I and the local boy are the high stacks at the table, I have about $3700 in front of me and the local boy probably has slightly more than me.

The flop has two hearts and a diamond, ten high.

The lady goes all in with her $340, I call her quickly. The local boy then bets $1000. He is putting pressure on me once again, reminds me on my hand yesterday.

I know he probably has something, maybe a pair. There is no straight draw, I put him on two pairs the best. Even if he has a set, if I make my flush draw he will be pretty much dead. Of course, I will still worry about him getting a full house.

I have make my decision, I want to win this hand, at least to force him to gamble with me. I move all in with my $3700. He takes a very long time to make his decision, and he moves all in too. Luck is still with him. There is no hearts on the turn and river, and he has make his full house.

I do not regret making my move. I have the nut flush draw, I know I only have about 30-40% chance to win, but I have done what I need to do at the poker table, and that is to gamble. If I have make a mistake, it is that I choose to play against the wrong player. Maybe I should have play against a weaker player.

It is time for me to go home, but I will return.