Reflections on a Tropical Evening

Hello blog. I haven't posted here for 8 months.

Today Jeff came back to school, and I realized that IB is ending imminently. I've decided that despite this being a week to IOC, I am going to blog. This was catalysed by nickel, causing a hydrogenation reaction. hah.

Actually, I read my old blog posts 20 minutes ago, and apart from learning what an utter moron I was in sec 3, I also learnt that I was very wrong on alot of things in the past...

Firstly, I predicted that 4.16's spirit would die by 'ib year 2'. haha. its year 6, fool! and somehow or another, 4.16's spirit still remains strong, though it has since evolved into slightly.

Next, i believed 5.8 Kings was a mugger class. HAHAHAHAHA.

There are more examples, just too lazy (some things never change) to find them.

I think this blog's history of entries just goes to show how retarded i was (and still am).

Finally, due to the need to practice IOC, i shall conclude by saying that the main themes inherent in this post are those of reflection and sentimentality. The consequence of this is that i am 'grimly gay' about the future, and wish i could repeat my time in acs (i), although it must be said, i don't wish to repeat sec 3, i was a 'vile miscreant' back then. haha. ib jokes.


P.S. Will come by here the next time i feel sentimental (which is probably soon)...