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If you have somehow never seen Rent, the now-legendary musical, now is the time to see it. I couldn’t believe I just watched it, I just watched it! Since the musical closed on Broadway in 2008 after a 12-year run, the touring version, now at the Canon Theatre in Toronto until January 24, is its only remaining live incarnation.
Jonathan Larson, I bought this shirt, just for you.
I loved how this production still features original cast members Adam Pascal, Anthony Rapp, and Gwen Stewart, in a faithful recreation of Michael Greif’s original staging. As a fan, I was near delirium, but others may still wonder what all the fuss is about. The friend who went with me had some hard time staying awake. Mainly because Rent was never really finished, thanks to Jonathan Larson’s sudden and untimely death before the first preview. Had he lived he no doubt would have made considerable revisions, but in the wake of the tragedy no one wanted to touch it. The show is now so iconic that anyone making changes runs the risk of engendering the wrath of the Rentheads.
Gwen Stewart still has the pipes to make her solo in “Seasons of Love”, I had goose bumps. Who was that guy playing the role of the homosexual Angel on Sunday, January 17th? I hope that was not Justin Johnston, because that cast completely ruined my favourite life-affirming Angel. Lexi Lawson gives Mimi a pale carbon copy, and a few of the supporting roles are not as well done either. Nicolette Hart was pretty cute but she can’t make the admittedly underwritten role of Maureen into anything more than a caricature, and Merle Dandridge, a recent cast addition in the role of Joanne – she has a good voice but often cannot be heard above the band. Sorry to be so harsh, but this time in Toronto, Rent disappointed me.
Truth be told, Rent could stand with some tampering. The first act is long and meandering, some of the lyrics are overly lengthy to the point where far too many pertinent words are lost, while others are underwritten and repetitive. I’m pretty sure my friend was not the only one being bored by this performance, even my patience was constantly at the breaking point.
Well, for good or ill, Tim Weil’s musical direction infuses the performance with plenty of energy, which goes a long way towards making a problematic show pleasurable.
I love how I reject all strangers on facebook. I love how I know all the people on my facebook, actually know them. In fact, I hate strangers friending me on facebook, it wastes my time everyday just to reject them.
*uh-huh, I am in my apron without makeup. GOOD MORNING, BIRTHDAY =]
To those who dropped a Happy Birthday note on my facebook yesterday, thank you facebook chaps, you people are more special than the losers (oops, excluding my Profs on facebook) who didn’t do so.
Solomon, Gabriel, Erik, Matt, Alica, Johnson, Hastings, Gigi, Angie, Christina, Sail, Carol L., Jeremy, Alvita, Timour, Christy, Irene, Adrian, Clarence, Tom, Kevin L., Eve, Daniel, Kevin H., Carol Z., Raymond, Angela, Chris C., Caroline, Johnny, Maggie Y., Chris S., Nikki, Anita, Ron, Jordan, Eugenia, Jonathan, Ivan, Andrew, Clara, Ray, Jason P., Idy, Vivian, Ahmed, Harrison, Andy N., Auwan, Keynes, James, Eldar, Roger, Audrey, Sharon, Meng, Maggie C., Adrew, Alisha, Gregory, Hoyt, Amy, Rita, Nancy, Betty, Candice, Ian, Angel, Gilbert, Vincent, Alex, Thuy, Ivan, Ruben, Ray, Jackie, Danica, Alfred, Peng, Chanique, Naoki, Andy L., Jason L., and Sam.
I feel the love and care. You lightened up my Birthday 
Today I gazed at random people wondering whether they are the love of my life. But I didn’t get to see as many people as I’d like since I stayed in my apartment creating my IKEA masterpieces for the whole day. However, I did make a trip going downstairs doing recycling.
I did gaze.
There was this lonely security guy at the lobby. He was the most memorable of all my might-be lovers, but before he started dailing the number to the police, I turned on my UGGs to gaze back at Korean grandmas and emo teens chilling outside Tim Hortons. I wanted to spend as much time with that security guy as possible, you know. Oh how lonely he was!
I tried gazing at people and wasn’t that surprised I didn’t get any long gazes back. I would’ve really loved to make a dramatic scene: after love-gazing at a person I’m crossing paths with, I turn back to them and they happen to turn to me (possibly confused); I look at them, eyes filled with longing! I run away knowing I’ll never see them again!
The scenario would have multiple endings. 
I call today – The Love Look Day.
Those who don’t suffer from Bipolar have no clue how hard it can be to deal with.
I see myself whole, and then I see myself completely falling apart. I feel as though I have lost all sense of myself. How does that happen? How do I feel whole and happy one minute and the next I am so angry or hurt I don’t even remember why?
I get so angry at times, and I know I am angry for nothing. But I can’t stop it, I can’t just make it better.
Why can’t there be a switch to this bipolar thing. Why can’t I say “I want to be happy now” and make it happen.
It’s not fair to not be in control of your own emotions. I want to feel happy and actually be happy.
I want to go through a day without having to cry about nothing. I want to be confident in myself and know that I am beautiful.
I want my boyfriend to tell me I am beautiful, and I want to believe it. I want to look in the mirror and like what I see; not find things wrong and cry about them.
I want to be patient and calm, cool and collected. But I want to be that way all on my own, not with any drugs or influence. But again I have to ask how?
I have no idea how to be happy and how to feel beautiful. I know that doing so would improve my life and my relationships with others, but I just don’t know how.
It is so frustrating to feel that way I do all the time, like I am on a constant emotional roller coaster. When is this ride going to be over or at least going in one simple direction?
I fear my ride will never end so with that in mind I just need to figure out who I am and make sure I remember everyday. I need to keep something constant in my life that will keep me as grounded as possible.
Remember who I love, remember who loves me and remember that I can do anything I set my mind to, and not to give up. As easy as it may sound to give up I can’t and I won’t.
2010, the year of silliness.
So far I have completed the following:
I must say, my day 1 went well.
i didn’t mean any of that. Who could not like puppies and kitties and ice cream and trees and soft things that are yellow? You would have to be a monster, a cold, heartless monster, born with no feelings! Well, I suppose it’s good to have strong opinions and voice them. What’s wrong with people expressing their opinions? We all should have that right. Freedom of speech! Freedom of expression! Obviously we can’t all like the same things. That would be boring and it would create a nightmare for grocery shopping. We’d all wear the same thing every day, like in Catholic school. I like that we’re all different. I want us to be different.
I guess as long as people don’t harm anything or anyone, they have the right to hate anything, but really, it’s a shame to waste that kind of energy on hate. It’s such a negative and draining emotion. Also, you’re shutting yourself out of a possible opportunity to grow in some new area, to try to understand something that up until now you haven’t understood. I’ll tell you right now, I can’t stand pickles – I don’t begrudge people putting it on their hamburgers. If they want to ruin a perfectly good hamburger, then let them.
You may still find yourself don’t like somethings, but you don’t have to hate them. You can say, “I don’t understand somethings, but I appreciate their existence.” What I’d really like to express is, “I’m sorry.” I’m sorry I pretended for three paragraphs in the last entry that I disliked defenseless, beautiful, soft and yellow things (which could be baby ducks).
So in closing, I don’t have a problem with controversy. I only wish the word we used was different.
Controversy sells, let me be controversial. That is what I’m supposed to be. I don’t want to let anybody down. So here goes.
I hate puppies and kittens. That’s right, you heard me. I think they are stupid and ugly. And I won’t pet them or play with them, even if someone puts them on my lap. I find them repulsive and vile. Also, I abhor ice cream and I’m not even lactose intolerant. I just refuse to acknowledge its significance in society. I also despise all things that are soft: Cotton? Yuck! Fleece? Peeuuee!
Oh, and children’s laughter is a turnoff to me. Children in general are creeps, the colour yellow is stupid, and I hate all green things, especially trees. Shrubs are okay, I guess. They are shorter, not as full of themselves. I dislike anything with pride or confidence. There, I’ve said it. If I’ve upset anybody, it’s too bad. I don’t care. I’m controversial! I’m a rebel!
