Daiforum is back !!

http://www.daiforum.com


A heartily thank you to IamMINE, Touff'ray, HanyouDCTU, Stovila and HeartlessCloud, for making it possible!

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Eh.

I hate eating food from one place in particular, but we went there anyway. I ate 25% of the food on my plate cuz I just felt so tired. Maybe it was the breakfast I ate two hours earlier or having less then 4 hours of sleep. All I can say is that the food was heavy. Even if it was hot (88F) I still took a nap with my fan going. Had one of those weird dreams that seemed like I was actually awake, but yeah, it was just a dream.

After taking my dog for a walk, I picked one green mango. (Yes, I have a tree.) It's been about a year since I ate mangos (I can't stand the ones from the grocery store, both actual fruit and the dried ripe ones), but it's always been something I look forward to. Even the sap was fragrant. Haha. I don't make the best pickled mango, but I'd like to learn. Ripe mango is good too, but it can get very messy biting straight from the fruit. But back to the mango I picked--I just sliced it and poured soy sauce over it. Something I learned from my neighbors over ten years ago. I know it's bad, but it's good if it's just one medium-sized mango. My teeth start feeling weird after finishing the first mango. =
Sorry no pictures for now. Whatever you google does no justice to the beauty of mango blossoms or a tree full of fruit.

I found myself staring at the Graduate Program in Asian Studies page on berkeley.edu for at least the fourth time just now. The deja vu is so intense, almost like rapid black flashes in my vision. Yet more intense is the opacity of my memory as to when I first clicked onto this page. I remember clearly each time that I knew I'd been in this place before, but the knowledge of 'before' is braced in the midst of a memorial ice floe, and I have no idea how it got there. Anyway I am going to have to take a million standardized tests soon, and the more I think about it, screw all degrees ending with E.

The Question of the Day

"So did she touch it?"

Maybe not all asked in those words. Others asked...

"Did you get massagy?"
"Did you hit?"
"Was she legal?"
"So did you pick up or just pay for it?"
"Anyone sit on your face?"

But in some form or another that's all I've been asked today. Yeah, the people who've read my blog can easily come to that conclusion because last I wrote, I talked about my friend getting sucky yakky in Japan. But not once did I ever say I was going there for Jap poon. If I wanted asian ass I would have gone to Thailand. And that's not until next year.

But I'm insulted you all think I'm a dirty whore. Yeah, I've done my share of hideous beasts, but that's not what I'm all about. Is it not possible that I went on vacation just to go on a vacation? So what, if I went to Japan and saw many J-pop girls who would get it right on their foreheads. Does that automatically mean I slept with some of them?

There are other things in life more important than doing hot little asian girls with jacked up teeth. Things like... um... well I can't think of anything right now. But I'm sure they're out there.

So please don't assume I'm a man slut. Unless of course you've seen it with your own eyes. Then yeah, I guess I can't lie to you. But everyone else, DON'T ASSUME!

armaggedon

last login, Friday, April 7th, 11h30 PM

"you don't have permission to access this website, please contact the administration team"

wtf i am part of it!!

then i realized. DoAsInfinity was not there, someone was messing around with his cyber-identity. Then started the whole bad movie

you know, in those high tech' catastrophe flicks, when the hero watch helplessly his computer, unable to react? well i am no hero, but i seen this bastard moving around the threads, then erasing them, one by one

ONE BY ONE

AND FUCKING ENJOYING IT

deleting about 2 years of a life that is maybe now gone forever

no time to cry, think quick, and beg out for help. MSN first. 2DL then. commenting along with other members what was going under our eyes, made it real, too real. sending emails, happily welcoming old friends attempting again and again to login. just a peak at his IP, please let me just see his IP

trying as a last resort to understand, to try and talk (no use). to realize the sad irony, too...the banners getting banned, and 13 640 good reasons to hate an unknown person.

the lack of sleep, the nightmares, waking up with a headache, and realizing in one click it was not a joke.

Forum has been hacked and for good

putting all the wildest hopes in the bunch of people that quickly accepted to give their time and effort freely, working together to the restauration of our home. watching them helplessly, and trying to be of some use, linking people...And on the background, wondering away WHEN THE HELL something went wrong

where there signs i didn't notice?

was it a pure case of bad luck, just a bastard that needed some fun?

what are the decisions to take, the best ones, in that state of emergency?



and still, believing in humans being, telling myself i was right to trust some of them. that behind the words of friendship, there is real friendship

that this is not a battle in vain

Watched Late Spring again last night, to chill and to get a feel for the difference between Ozu and Hou nodding toward Ozu. But I mostly got sucked into watching.

The movie is really sad. I couldn't sympathize with it the first time around--somehow I couldn't read 'nascently faltering social smiles' as distinct from 'cardboard acting' before--but this time it was wrenching.

The Noh play is especially awful. There's no loneliness quite like being the only person in a room unable to enjoy something. I don't believe that it really happens how she hangs her head; it seems too expressive for an audience member, even a distressed one. I read it more as her seeing herself emotionally alone, which is worse--denying even the comfort of hiding in herself.