Get well, Teach!

It's been quite some time since I wrote something. I've got several lame reasons why. ..

I've been too busy lately. The new job has taken up so much of my time. Lately I even eat lunch in a hurry, oftentimes on my desk while I'm doing something else. The other day I didn't have breakfast nor lunch and when I finally ate, my stomach rejected the food. What else? I wanted to catch on sleep. When I get home I feel so drained that all I want to do is sleep.

Also, for awhile I felt that I've lost my chi, my energy, my inspiration to write. You see, I am a fan of a newspaper columnist. I attended her writing class which is really inspiring. I think it's one of the best experiences in my life. I remember her energy and creativity and her sincerity. She invited the class to her home in Calamba. She has such a beautiful house which is now for sale for more than 10M. I'd buy it if I have that kind of money. Anyway, since I'm such a fan and I follow her writing technique, I would read her column every Saturday. It's part of my Saturday morning ritual. I would feel disappointed if she didn't write anything on Saturday. She writes about everything. And no matter how small or trivial the topic, she makes it sound interesting.

Reading her column is really a regular thing until 2 years ago when she just stopped writing. No one told me why and then after so many months her column reappeared. She had a stroke. This stroke changed the tone of her writing. She seems lonely and old to me now. She would often write about her stroke or her mother who is sick. One time she said she wishes for death. This made me feel really sad for her and maybe a bit disappointed because I expected her to be strong and lively no matter what. Maybe I'm not being fair to her but still...

Every Saturday, I would still read her column. It's still one of the things that I still look forward to. Maybe I am hoping that she would feel better, that she would write about trivial or important things again or just about anything but her stroke or other sad things. I just miss her lovely stories.

What does this have to do with me? She might not even remember me as one of her students. I can't blame her for what I am not doing. But maybe I was just too sad because of her stories that I just didn't feel like writing.

But then again, maybe I am just too lazy to write.

Yeah, it's been some time since I wrote something. Got more lame excuses... but I guess I have to move on, start writing again and just hope that Teacher gets well....