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I liked this lit week.

I thought I hated it because of the long (and largely pointless) rehearsals and the complete arbitrariness of bazaars and shakespeare quotes that start becoming inyourface and the enforcement of enjoyment just because people take lit. Because basically taking lit doesn't mean let's all scream at the top of our voices that we love it so much and so should you. Passion can be individual. It can be quiet. I can do without loud justification.


But I guess this lit week proved me wrong. The incredible amount of effort by sarahhew aditi jem catriona yilun etc etc etc. Respect.

And if nothing else, I think it showed a lot of us 13Aers that we've still got it. We showed a little of the class spirit (even if in its evanescent entity) we thought had vanished, and if we didn't work it for the class, we did it for each other. I don't say that to create any warm happy feelings, but just that it's true.


one of the nicest things about it is that many didn't know about the cip hours or whatever. Now that we do, it's a cool bonus. But some didn't and they stayed back anyway. And I think that that's the true measure of any camaraderie there is. Realistically, cip, cv and whatever stuff I missed during the assembly are rather essential. But doing anything with that solely or primarily in mind is just sad. That's a value judgement I don't have any right to make, but I'm making it because I'm a little grumpy and I don't feel like having any censorship here, so I won't.

Basically, if nothing else, writing my saddening h3 lit paper has shown me that we all die anyway ceteris paribus. Or, in Hamlet's final words, ‘‘the rest is silence." I'd rather fill the days then with noise. With the nicest melodies there ever will be. With real laughter, not the grating demeaning sorts that I'm beginning to hear more often. Or worst, those of defeat. Or tired laughter.


the stupid boy said "you study so hard, also die." I never study hard, and also die. That is quite painful an irony.

Okay pause I actually don't know why I'm talking about death when I was talking about cip. I don't feel like talking about that anymore. I refuse to become jaded. Not today at least. Not as young as 18. I still got a good 20 years and more. Then the fireball from the sky will come because of the hole in the ozone layer, and we will die in a burst of flame. I hope it burns the paper-pushing machines first. The things that objectify and reduce our days. that reduce us, if and when we let it. Nothing I have ever done I will regret. Not these 2 years, not in sec school, and I hope not ever.



I was talking about lit week i believe.

thank you a13a. It was nice. It really really was.

thank you bren. missed you today. ): hope you're feeling better..

thank you char. it was nice working with you in charge.

thank you nice people julee and sara for lending me the makeup. I was so desperate last night. thank you char and smoot and wally and martin for accessories.

thank you a13a friends. we amazed each other today with our dedication and perseverance to see this through (haha sounds like we climbed a mountain). What more can we ask for. (:


thank you ong for being so nice throughout your first modelling stint. thank you for taking all the harrypotter lordvoldemort teasing from random other models. I still persist in believing shylock could be potter. It's all a matter of perspective. Even though you kept giving me the 0.O look and kept recoiling from the eye liner. i have never seen anyone so deathly afraid of makeup before. thank you for egging me on. and for remembering to bring everything all the time, without any reminders or whatever.
You're the good guy.


I'm so beat I'm going to sleep in 5 minutes. I'll get the pictures up asap.