I’M BACK, so alive and kicking.

(This is quite a longpost. Take a deep breath.)

I had not been blogging these past few days because something is wrong with the school’s internet connection. I can’t open blogs and other sites there. Sometimes, I experience errors even when simply opening mails or sending email messages with attachments.

I don’t blog a lot at internet cafe’s here. Life’s a little difficult here now. I’ve learned that it would take months before I could receive my first salary from the government.? So, blogging wouldn’t be part of my routine until I am able to purchase my own pc and internet service. (Sigh!)

ONE OF my classes challenged me to play 1 vs 28 against them, our adaptation of the game show on TV 1 vs 100.?If they can?beat me,?I will have to add extra points to their scores in the periodical examination.

Earlier, I asked them to propose an activity that will help them?make up for their low scores in their second periodical exam?and it was what they have decided to do. I can’t help but agree because I got excited by the idea. I can’t predict what will happen but I will prepare myself for our big day two days from now. I’m sure I will enjoy it.

I HAVE officially joined the government service. It is like an unopened package at the moment; I have yet to see what is in store for me.

When I think of government service, I always remember stories I have read about the Russian Troika, Chinese Communism, among others. I do not exactly know why but I think it is because I consider working for the government as something serious; that it requires more dedication and has more meaning than any other job. Those stories I have read talk of heroism and I feel that I might get to the deal with that word more often than ever.

ON THE bus home, I met again?after several months one of my closest college friends. Aside from beer, there is one more thing that binds us together.

Struggling with the bags and file folders I got from the office where I previously worked, I hurried got on the bus at about half past two this afternoon to catch up with my appointment with the radiologist at four. Good thing, the guards did not open my bags again. I looked for a vacant seat and noticed a familiar face. Only, this face was more hairy and looked like that of a man?five years older than me. “Ariel,” he called me “it’s you!”