1. Whoooot! Naexcite naman daw ako! AT KINIKILABUTAN!

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    La Vie Boheme A - RENT

    Who died?
    Our Akita
    Evita

    You make fun, yet I’m the one
    Attempting to do some good
    Or do you really want a neighborhood
    Where people piss on your stoop every night?

    Bohemia, Bohemia’s
    A fallacy in your head
    This is Calcutta
    Bohemia is dead

    Dearly beloved
    We gather here to say our goodbyes
    (Dies irae, dies illa)
    Here she lies
    (Kyrie eleison)
    (Yitgadal v’yitkadash)
    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

    To days of inspiration, playing hooky, 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

    Hey mister, she’s my sister

    So that’s five miso soup
    Four seaweed salad
    Three soy burger dinner
    Two tofu dog platter
    And one pasta with meatless balls?

    Ew
    It tastes the same
    If you close your eyes

    An’ thirteen orders of fries
    Is that in here?
    Wine and beer!

    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

    Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
    Creation, vacation, mucho masturbation

    Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it’s new
    To Sontag, to Sondheim, to anything taboo

    Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage
    Lenny Bruce, Langston Hughes, to the stage
    To Uta, to Buddha, Pablo Neruda, too

    Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow
    To blow off auntie Em
    La vie boheme

    Sisters?
    We’re close

    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
    To marijuana

    To sodomy, it’s between god and me
    To S&L
    Waiter, waiter, waiter
    La vie boheme
    Waiter

    In honor of the death of Bohemia
    An impromptu salon will commence immediately following dinner
    Maureen Johnson, just back from her spectacular one-night engagement
    At The Eleventh Street Lot
    Will perform Native American tribal chants, backwards
    Through her vocoder, while accompanying herself on the electric cello
    Which she ain’t never studied

    And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary
    About his inability to hold an erection on the high holy days

    And 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”

    Angel Dumott Schunard will model the latest fall fashions from Paris
    While accompanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic pickle tub

    And Collins will recount his exploits as an anarchist
    Including the tale of his successful reprogramming
    Of the M.I.T. virtual reality equipment
    To self-destruct as it broadcast the words
    “Actual reality, act up, fight AIDS”

    Excuse me, did I do something wrong?
    I get invited, then ignored all night long

    I’ve been trying, I’m not lying
    No one’s perfect, I’ve got baggage

    Life’s too short, babe time is flying
    I’m looking for baggage that goes with mine

    I should tell you
    I’ve got baggage too
    I should tell you
    Baggage, wine and beer

    AZT break
    You?
    Me, you?
    Mimi
    _________________________

    Sorry guys, can;t help it. Super fave ko ‘to. :))

  3. kidaokagee:

BV Face.

It’s like…*guytalkingtoghing* then Ghing: What did you say? then Ghing: Whatever. :)) Sorry labo.

    kidaokagee:

    BV Face.

    It’s like…*guytalkingtoghing* then Ghing: What did you say? then Ghing: Whatever. :)) Sorry labo.

  4. Idina Menzel and Cristin Chenoweth - Defying Gravity

    I’m loving Wicked. Planning onreading the book. Hoping it either gets staged here in Manila or me made into a kiss-ass movie like how RENT turned out. :D

  5. I dream of someday seeing ANY musical in Broadway.

    I wish I could see RENT but I don’t think I can.

    PS: Kaya sa Feb dito nalang ako sa Pinas manonood. :))

  6. jdsalinger:

    vpg:

    Man in Coma for 23 years was CONSCIOUS the whole time.

    This could be a hoax. Read:

    Conscious “coma man“‘s words seemingly delivered via discredited “facilitated communications” technique

    Whoa. Okay, thank for the heads-up, dude. :D
  7. Man in Coma for 23 years was CONSCIOUS the whole time.