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Do you play poker? If you do, have you tried Badugi? Many poker players may not be aware of Badugi yet but this poker variant is becoming popular, in both online and offline play sites. One reason is that there are players who are in the lookout for something different and exciting and Badugi could easily fill the need. Badugi is a lowball, lowest hand wins, 3 draw version of poker. But it has a completely different hand ranking system as, unlike most versions of poker, suits matter a lot more. Welcome to the website about Badugi poker and Badugi poker room. Badugi poker is also sometimes called “Badougi poker” or “Padooki” poker. It’s basically a four card variation of triple draw lowball poker. Badugi rules uses a traditional betting structure, but the hand rankings differ from those of regular poker. In Badugi, hands are ranked differently than other poker games. The goal is to make the lowest four-card hand (with the Ace being low) containing no pairs and no cards sharing the same suit (also called a “rainbow hand”). Although each player holds four cards, the rules of Badugi require certain cards to be removed to make a one, two, three, or four card Badugi hand. At showdown, players must remove any cards that make a pair or share a suit with any other cards. For example, if you held 3d 8c Ks Kc at showdown, you would have a three card Badugi hand because you must discard the Kc (as it is paired with another king and also shares a suit with the 8).

I have completed my Bachelor of Information Technology and got placed in a MNC but they havent called me to join the firm. I am so worried and so bored to be in home. I am just dreaming my days about how i am going to spend rest of my life. How fate is going to make decisions. Really its not how well we play the game of life, its really how the games plays our life. Simply I am worried by hearing some news about the firm which i got placed and i am so worried whether i will join that company or just spend days waiting. I except a positive reply from them soon.

Burnout Dominator, it’s a racing game really making my mind go crashing the way the cars in that game crashes. This game has more importantly a good graphics and sound clarity is awesome. I just put this game in Sony PSP and experienced it. I guess its awesome first before knowing how to fill points I felt its so weird but after knowing some facts I got the trace of the game and I am going at rapid speed. The tracks given in this game is so good to get hit, it’s superb since we all love to go so fast in a road where it’s meant impossible. The game play is simply mind blowing and I love to play this one. It is awesome with no story line, if this has a story line then it would be more incredible to play but we can’t blame them since with this game play and control there can’t be a story line. To say about the sound quality, the EA TRAX is good and well selected for this kind of game. The other effects like crashing, vehicle passing is unbelievable. Switch ON the game with headphones you will feel definitely the difference.

Recently I bought some marbles for my nephew. He held them in the oyster-like clamp of his palms, shook and spilt them on the floor. Then he hunted each out, tallied his stock, and repeated the sequence. Soon he was tired of his game. He gathered and dumped the lot in his bucket and forgot about it. The set of small GI Joes, which elicited loud battle cries and motivated him to generate the staccato of machine gun fire in his imaginary war game, deserved more attention than the marbles.

Not long after, I found the lot in an envelope. I was reminded of the past and placed a few marbles on the floor, placed one on my middle finger as a sling and aimed - just as I did some 35 years ago. I had one keen spectator watching every move to understand what I was up to. I missed the first few times but then I managed to hit some. The nimble touch, with which I could spin and could guarantee that my shot would hit other marbles around, had vanished.

Marbles were cheap those days. One dollar could buy 10 marbles in an emergency. That was enough to win hundreds more. Moreover, I had a wooden box full of marbles of all sizes. Such was the addiction among some of my friends that a challenge was never turned down and we played for hours after school till our Principal drove us out around 5 p.m.

We improvised tough games. One was a square (the smaller, the greater the challenge) on which we placed a marble at each corner, on the mid-point of each side and at the centre of the square. You could hit anywhere on the grid and pocket your target provided you knocked it out of the grid without touching any other. If your missile or the target remained within the square, you would have to replace your target and pay a fine of two marbles, which were placed on the square. If you could knock the central marble out of the grid without touching any other, you pocketed all nine at a go.

We played intensely without fighting. As skill alone mattered, unlike the magician who can deal four aces in a row from a pack of shuffled cards or a player who handles engineered dice, there was no scope for confusion or contention.

I went with my family to Albita. We visited a hill called Swan Hill. In the Swan Hill there is number of waterfalls all around the hill. The whole area is covered with a high density of trees. While we were on our way to the cottage that is situated on the top of the hill, where we actually decided to stay. We had to cross a stream of river to reach the other side of the stream, as the river was not very deep my father asked us to walk across it.

As you very well know it, the riverbed contains only hard stones and pebbles. Therefore, we started to step on the stones in the river. We had an exciting time crossing. Some stones were slippery were others were far apart. My mother almost fell in to the river. After crossing the stream, we have to climb a low tree to reach the land. As some thing was moving in the water, we were scared to even move. When we reached other side, there was a board with a caution statement on it. We were really shocked on seeing a sign that said- :” Beware of crocodiles in the river. Do not cross the river”. Fortunately nothing happen to us.

Perhaps nothing is ever quite as painful as getting over your first love. In this post I describe my first love. Everybody will have their number of crushes in their life. But sometime the crush on her will blooms in to a beautiful love. I know her since the time I joined the school. The first sight of her made my stomach with full of butterflies. The whole lot of 14 years in the school I lived with her. I enjoyed every moment with her. She is the one who stood behind me for my every success.

I joined my degree course; thank god I continued my relationship with her there too. Each and every semester I feel the love of her. Even though I touch her often she didn’t done any harm to me when comparing to those guys who get punished though they have touched her for long. Now I have finished my degree. It’s all happened just like that. I thought I would spend the rest of my lives together with her. I have loads of jokes and memories of the time we spent together. Now I miss her a lot, but it’s not permanent we goanna have each other so soon. Guys what confused! I am talking about my love i.e. BOOKS.

Nothing can come close to the love that a mother feels for her children. Everybody in this world has been taken care of; by their mother. She is one who appreciates her child whenever he or she gets depressed. . A famous saying states that “God could not be everywhere and so he invented mothers”, these words are a great inspiration to mothers across the world. When all is well, a mother puts her children before anything else, including their own comfort and happiness.

When you feel you are alone in a crowd, when you think no one can understand you, when your love is rejected by others, when you hate your life, just close your eyes and see her face who loves you more than any one else, who cares for you in loneliness and dies for you when you cry. She is no one else but you are sweet loving MOM. Love her more than anybody else in this world. Because only she was, is and will be there for you. Don’t forget the ladder which helps you to climb up in your life. You can win everything in this world if you have the blessings of your mom with you. The mothers love towards her child is something that cannot be measured, for it has no beginning or no end.

A mong the various desert animals, the camel is the most useful to man. This fascinating animal has developed unique qualities in order to survive life in the desert.

Camels belong to the family camelidae. The Arabian camel with a single hump is classified as Camelus Dromedarius, while the Bacterian camel with the double hump as Camelus Bactrianus. Camels are herbivorous, ruminant animals, similar to cattle. Though their favourite food is tender leaves. They thrive well on the salty scrub of the wild desert. As is well known they can survive even without drinking water over long periods. This is because of its ability to recycle the water in the bladder. Contrary to the popular belief that the hump contains water, it actually serves as a reservoir for the storage of energy producing fat. This stored fat is drawn and used by the animal as food during long travel. To prevent their feet from sinking into the soft soil and also to protect them from the burning heat, their feet are suitably padded. Their eyes too are well protected with long eye lashes so the desert storms that raise up the sand do not harm the eyes. The Arabian camel usually stands seven feet tall at the shoulders. This helps them to keep their body away from the blazing heat that radiates from the sandy surface of the desert. Camels are friendly animals. Their remarkable endurance and strength have made them a valuable beast of burden. Despite moving at a slow pace, they can travel as long as 29 miles in a day.

Nomads of the desert depend heavily on them for food too, as there is hardly any vegetation in the desert. Camel milk has a high nutritive value and is wholesome food. Known as “Desert Vitamin” this has a relative advantage over cow’s milk as the cholesterol content is 40 per cent less than the latter. Lactose (milk sugar) is relatively less while its mineral content, essential for the human body, is very high. It contains Vitamin C and does not curdle like cow’s milk even when it is sour. Owing to these exceptional qualities, desert dwellers consider camel’s milk as nature’s boon to them in the absence of traditional food like vegetables and fruits. Camel meat is excellent for human consumption as it is free from cholesterol. Camel hair is extensively used to weave tents and rugs while its hide is used to manufacture leather goods.

The show seems to be over but soon with the sunset, we can see a stunning fluorescent orange and pink plume rising up 2,000 meters against a beautiful light blue sky and a shiny rain forest in the foreground. To the west, close to Richmond Hill, I can see the remains of the old capital Plymouth — lunar, abandoned, and buried by mudflows and ash. We can hear some birds again.

Later in the night, I can see the dome glowing. The night comes early and some Montserratians from Salem hang out at the “Desert Storm” bar (named ironically after the war). They have the best view of the volcano, but they are so used to it that they often do not bother to stop and watch. I’m back home and I’m still thinking about this first experience… the rain is falling hard so I wonder if the dome is going to collapse. A dome collapse is another story. In the middle of the night, I wake up and step outside to enjoy the quietness and I smell sulfur dioxide; that reminds me that the volcano is only about eight kilometers away. The wind must be blowing towards the north. I can hear the waves breaking on the shore and sometimes the avalanches of rocks falling from the dome. Too tired, I am going to sleep again looking forward to the next day of work…

When I arrived in Montserrat in October 2002, the island had already experienced several serious volcano crises. It all started in 1996 when Montserratians had to evacuate their homes to live in improvised tents, at friends or with relatives, hoping to see their homes again. For many, it never happened, so they had to leave for good. A lot of them are still hanging on. Selassie, a mid-fifties Rastafarian, told me that life in Montserrat was like a permanent honeymoon under the volcano.

It is a beautiful island, a quiet life but an active volcano — a paradise that Montserratians do not want to leave because of the “lady”. The dome is still growing. According to the scientists, it is bigger that has ever been. It is more than a year and half since the last collapse. Now it threatens to collapse any time, or it may not happen at all. Evacuate or not evacuate, assessing the risk day after day, is a difficult task for the scientists. As the risk grew, a new exclusion zone was proclaimed just a month before the beginning of my assignment. Montserratians had to leave their homes again and wait … patiently. The Montserratians are holding on.

It is happened two years backing the year of 2006. when I was sent to the I am a software engineer and I was assigned to work at the Montserrat Volcano Observatory. I feel very lucky; at last, I have the real feeling of doing something meaningful. Here is how it all started: I arrive on the island and a scientist is waiting for me at the port. As we drive towards to the observatory, I realize that Montserrat is a village and I ask where the centre is. There is no centre — the houses, many still under construction, are scattered throughout the north. Most of the infrastructure seems to be temporary and unfinished… lots of shelters and just a few people around. The island is almost too quiet. After a couple of days on the island, I experience my first volcano awakening.

The seismograph pen starts clipping and shows a continuous tremor near the volcano, most likely caused by heavy rain. A scientist invites me for a field trip to check what is happening from a little closer since the remote digital cameras show no visibility. Once in the Belham Valley, which has since been proclaimed a high-risk area, we could see a mudflow rushing down to the sea, supposedly from the volcano flank. Rocks, mud and trees cascade down in a heavy soup. In the restricted area some goats trying to escape from the running waters — nothing too alarming, though. A heavier rain could trigger a volcanic dome collapse but then the rain season is almost over, we will probably need to wait until June. If a big collapse occurred now, people could probably go back to their homes in the valley and stay there for another six months or more until the dome builds up again.

Back to the observatory, we do not have to wait long before seeing the volcano puffing hard and spewing avalanches of hot rocks, called pyroclastic flows. At the top of the dome, a spine appears now and then hidden by the ash cloud. The pyroclastic flows are happening towards the East, creating in their way huge scary mushrooms of very hot converting ash on the flanks of the Soufriere Hills. They looked big to me but the event was not alarming and is a quite common for the Montserratians and the scientists. I guess you adapt and forget about it after a while. I understood things could turn rapidly quite serious over here, though. As the gruesome cloud traveled to the north-west, the ash started quietly to cover the hills turning the tropical green color into white and gray. Closer to the flank you can see the remains vegetation, naked dead trees. Soon some of the ash will fall gently on us like snow and then a whitish milky rain starts, making a kind of funny little white spots all over my clothes. As the cloud formed by the mushroom expanded and fell into ash and rain, the volcano becomes silent. Only a few rocks would fall from the dome now.