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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I was alarmed when I noticed that an African-American lady was following me inside Modell's store on Tuesday (yes, the day that an appetite suppressant could have worked for me). I walked straight, she followed. I tried walking from one isle to the other, she followed. I zigzagged, she followed. Then I decided to turn around, and then, there she stopped. I was about to walk away again when she finally uttered a word-- "Hi."

I smiled back.

"I am sorry but is your hat fleece? It's pretty." she asked.

I was relieved.

"Where did you get it?" she continued.

I told her I got it from Burlington, then she asked me if I think they still have it in stock. I told her I just got it that day. She seemed excited. She thanked me and I said she's welcome. I was pleased but she left me wondering-- What's with a fleece hat?

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