Voulez-vous manger?
I don’t really miss SJI independent, but I do miss the canteen there.
Because, number one, the food generally tastes nice. Number two, there is a wider variety of food available. Number three, the canteen is HUGE and there is plenty of space to eat while lying down, or while you’re doing a pile of homework, or while you messing and gaying around with your classmates, provided that no H.O.L.s are around. And most importantly, for scholars like me, number four, the food is cheaper.
The canteen in my new school kinda sucks, not because the food is bad – it’s just mediocre, but it’s not bad – i like some of the food stuff actually – but because the space is too small. I feel like a hungry chicken stuck in the middle of all other chickens in a chicken coop. Back in any other school canteen I had been, I never experienced the need to ask people to move their asses for me to maneuver my own ass in a labyrinth of tangerine and lemon-colored chairs and rectangular tables in order to find a decent place to sit down and do my lunch ritual. Three hungry schools (the baby IB, the very Singaporean secondary, and the all-expatriate elementary) are jam-packed inside one campus, fighting for seats and tables every recess and lunch time.
And because the food is expensive.
But like any other sjii student, i still <3 my school. 
rowlandanthony
Recently turned 19, I am an International Baccalaureate slave, a Roman Catholic, now of legal age to vote, to drink alcohol, to drive, to marry, to smoke, and to f*** around. I am manufactured in the Philippines but currently utilized in Singapore. I am the thick-skinned, ingrate bastard who dumped the Government in exchange for a $100,000 two-year private scholarship. Most people in the Philippines call me Row, as a result of a passed down genetic trait that triggers laziness. Actually, my nickname is Anju, which I am really really not so fond of. But I am fortunate enough not to suffer from the ubiquitous Filipino frenzy of naming nicknames with letter 'h's sandwiched between other letters, e.g. Jhong, Jhing, Bhong, or Bhing, and from the usual repetition of the same syllables - usually created by the whole extended family giggling in delight as one utters his or her baby cry while shitting unconsciously and secretively on the lampin, inside the duyan - resulting in stuttering names like Ton-ton, Ping-Ping, Bam-bam, Ging-ging and Don-don.
I am currently having the time of my life.
ROWLIE!!! Brother-in-IB! Shit, instead of studying for my prelims, I was checking out technorati.com and BOOM. There you were.
Hello hello, junior. I hope the IB is treating you well. Mas maganda ata mga babae diyan kesa rito
hey! hahahaha
mag-aral ka!!!
technocrati – what? how did my blog end up there??
anyway the IB is treating me really well. i’ve never had such huge eyebags before! and so much interesting school work. plus, i’ve realised that at most 4-5 hours of sleep at night is enough to revitalize myself for the next day. lol
and i’m currently doing my maths portfolio now.. so mejo… wala akong social life as of the moment (i wouldn’t count blogging and being online as a social activity)
and as for girls.. hmm… may mga magaganda pero wala sa batch ko! some grade 10s are quite pretty. hahaha