My Traffic Life

I am Mae German. 34 years old. Born in Mangatarem, province of Pangasinan. I was taught and trained by Juan Dela Cruz, and I am currently being trained for more by Uncle Sam. Writing since the age of 12. Blogging since 2001. I keep a notebook and a pen in my bag, on my bedside table, and inside the bathroom. Misses a lot. Sometimes even my own voice. Loves to laugh. Sometimes even at myself. I am a work in progress. My ultimate dream is to be a SAHM. That is, if I am bound to have that chance in this lifetime... and I am.

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Don't take my words personally. At times, not even literally. This is my journal. You're my reader. My spectator. Applaud. Yawp. Yawn. Smile. Frown. Rave. Rant. Or not. Neither can I see you from where I am standing nor can I hear you.

This is not my life. Maybe just a part of it. But this is me meandering through life. My emotions fluctuate. My opinion varies. If it's too hot in here and you can't take it, leave. If it's dull and too cold, go somewhere else for warmth. I won't wipe the frown on your brow.

My stories, unless stated otherwise, are mostly fictional. Fiction could be based on reality. Still, they are fiction. Don't own it. Don't live in it. It is what it is. Leave it.

Watch out for the traffic light. Follow the rules. Cruise.

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"Eating out is much more memorable when done in the company of friends."

That was a shout out on LS's wall and I couldn't agree with him more. It hits me, bulls-eye.

I miss my friends back in P.I.. I miss our food trips-- from food-tasting trips to eat-all-you-can, from street foods to fine dining. From foods that are usual to those that are not. But well, I cannot dwell on this feeling for too long; it's going to swallow me whole. I cannot allow that. Besides, that is just not so me. Hate me for being resilient but I have always liked cutting the drama. There are things that we should just get by. If I have it then I have it. If not, then it's fine. Don't be scared. I am not heartless.

I repeat. Not Heartless. Just resilient.

Anyways, Barney and I have been going out for a while. We had an attempt to try a Malaysian cuisine in Flushing a few weeks ago but failed to locate it. I was happy to see some pork liver on a stick but the taste was disgusting (boy! I miss JT's and 4byForce). The adventure was fun, anyhow. I would never beg off on any of that although I know I suck big time in keeping and staying in touch. But then, that's another issue (not a crime that should entail some action-- someone has been reading too much about Oklahoma criminal defense). Well, I am trying, given the not-so-much chance that I got.

'Nuff said.

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