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Saturday, September 16

t.o.w. the forbidden oreo

I must have been a bad boy.

My nanny, father and big brother have all scolded me.

After eating so many sweets and chocolates, they all decided to ban me from eating my black white oreos. Brown peanut butter flavoured ones too.

No more rewards.

I don't understand! I don't understand!

Shouldnt we be allowed to vote on this?

I've been to the dentist for 12 years straight!

I've learnt about not eating too much sweets!

I know where to stop!

I know gluttony from hunger!

Now they are talking about giving me half a oreo. What use is that?

I feel like I've lost my immunity to these problems now.

Every year, there is even a day where we learn about why we shouldnt eat so much sweets and the many terrible things that have happened when we did in the past.

Why then why did nanny, daddy and big brother take my oreo away?

Sometimes I just wish they would let me grow up.

What is this family really?

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life is a big fat satire.

toodeloo babies.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 11:59 PM

Friday, September 15

t.o.w. the non-economic RENT

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Seasons Of Love -- Rent


Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Moments so dear
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure - Measure A Year?
In Daylights - In Sunsets
In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee
In Inches - In Miles
In Laughter - In Strife

In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure
A Year In The Life?

How About Love?
How About Love?
How About Love?
Measure In Love

Seasons of Love.
Seasons of Love.

Joanna:
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Journeys To Plan
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure The Life
Of A Woman Or A Man?

Collins:
In Truths That She Learned
Or In Times That He Cried
In Bridges He Burned
Or The Way That She Died

It's Time Now - To Sing Out
Though The Story Never Ends
Let's Celebrate
Remember A Year In The Life Of Friends

Remember the Love
Remember the Love
Remember the Love
Measure In Love

Joanna:
Oh you got to remember the love,
You know that love is a gift from up above
Share love, give love, spread love
Measure, measure your life in love.

Seasons Of Love
Measure Your Life In Love



La Vie Boheme -- Rent

Benny:
They make fun -Yet I am the one
Attempting to do some good
Or do you really want a neighborhood
Where people piss on your stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia. Is a fallacy in your head
This is Calcutta. Bohemia is dead

Mark:
Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes

Collins and Roger:
Dies Irae - Dies Illa Kyrie Eleison Yitgadal V' Yitkadash

Mark:
Here she lies No one knew her worth
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On these nights when we celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass- You bet your ass to- La Vie Boheme

La Vie Boheme La Vie Boheme La Vie Boheme La Vie Boheme

Mark:
To days of inspiration, Playing hookey, making something
Out of nothing, the need To express- To communicate,
To going against the grain, Going insane, Going mad
To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension, To starving for attention,
Hating convention, hating pretension,
Not to mention of course, Hating dear old mom and dad
To riding your bike Midday past the three piece suits-
To fruits- To no absolutes-
To Absolut- To choice-
To the Village Voice- To any passing fad
To being an us- For once- Instead of a them-

La Vie Boheme La Vie Boheme

Mr Grey:
Ahhemm

Maureen:
Hey Mister- She's my sister

Waiter:
So that's five miso soup, Four seaweed salad Three soy burger dinner,
Two tofu dog platter And one pasta with meatless balls
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Rogers:
Eww

Collins:
It tastes the same

Mimi:
If you close your eyes

Waiter:
And thirteen orders of fries Is that it here?

Wine and beer!

Mimi & Angel:
To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, To curry Vindaloo
To Huevos Rancheros and Maya Angelou

Maureen & Collins:
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion, Creation, Vacation

Mark:
Mucho masturbation

Maureen & Collins:
Compassion, to fashion, to passion When it's new

Collins:
To Sontag

Angel:
To Sondheim

To anything taboo

Collins & Roger:
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage
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Collins:
Lenny Bruce

Roger:
Langston Hughes

Maureen:
To the stage!

To Uta
To Buddha
Pablo Neruda, too

Mark & Mimi:
Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
To blow off Auntie Em

La Vie Boheme

Mr Grey:
Sisters?
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Maureen & Joanna:
We're close

Angel & Collins:
Brothers!
Bisexuals, trisexuals, Homo Sapiens,
Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman
German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa Carmina Burana
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy
Vaclav Havel- The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame- Never playing the fame game

Collins:
To marijuana

To sodomy It's between God and me
To S & M
La Vie Boheme

Collins:
In honor of the death of Bohemia an impromtu salon will commence immediately following dinner...Maureen Johnson, back from her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot, will sing Native American tribal chants backwards through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello- Which she has never never studied

Roger:
And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his inability to hold an erection on high holy days

Mark:
Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap, will perform her famous lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sounds of iced tea being stirred. And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song. That doesn't remind us of 'Musetta's Waltz'
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Collins:
Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris while accompanying herself on the 10-gallon plastic pickle tub.

Angel:
And Collins will recount his exploits as an Anarchist- Including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the MIT virtual reality equipment to self-destruct as it broadcasts the words:
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Actual Reality - Act Up - Fight AIDS!'



I am unimaginably impressed by RENT. Its so darn good that I'm willing to rewatch it over and over again. The great acting, immaculate singing, exhilarating plot and near tear jerkers all make for a great watch. The songs are also terrific. I'm in love with rent. Espescially Mimi.
The past weeks been a whole blur. Flu and case study dejavus apart, it was actually pretty ok. Much better than what I expected. Anyway, its still not done yet.
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Make it work!
One day I'm going to watch Rent live on broadway.

kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 10:09 PM

Friday, September 1

t.o.w. TDWP

Today was a good day.

Even though I only managed to cancel two things from my impeccable list of things to do, I still feel quite contented because I damn had a hell lot of fun today.

Studied at nat lib with my fellow bb'ers and then joined eric for lunch at carls' junior (beef chilli cheese fries!) and got hopelessly lost trying to drive from cathay to plaza sing. Had an even greater time getting back to ps from the lib amidst all the jokes about the ERP gantries. I'm terribly apologetic for spending 10 bucks off eric's cashcard just by driving around town and parking in various places though. I make a horrible navigator. Haha. But it was all in great good fun.

Anyway. Watched devil wears prada today and even though it was so much hyped about for its wit and sarcasm, I really related with the struggle between power/sucess and integrity/values undertone within and it totally related to my gloryasswipe days when I thought it was all about getting it done. I am so glad that I've learnt to place things in priority now even though the lesson might have caused me the most potent yet precious of friendships. Meryl Streep rocks though. She can boss me around anytime.

Anyway, after that we had a much delayed bb at ps starbucks and it was really nice what with the night breeze and the coffee (which I am now blaming for all my dizzy spells), great talk and terrific company. I don't know what I was doing looking for what I already had all along.

Today was a great great day to motivate. The coffee joints and the new york city scenes from TDWP are definitely going to get me to make it work a whole lot more tomorrow.

Make it work my babies.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 11:03 PM