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 am not going anywhere this holiday season hence there's no need for the cross country movers. But before the holidays are over again, I know I have to see some places in Manhattan, like the Rockefeller Center. I just know I had to do it if I don't want to miss seeing it this year (I missed it on my first Christmas here at Uncle Sam's). So although I know the tree will be much prettier at night, I took the courage to gear up for the below-freezing-point cold weather and asked to be dropped off at the train station going to Manhattan (and to be fetched later in the evening) where Carlos and I met up after his work. I had to literally grab him by the hand so we'd walk a few blocks going there (yeah, with grumbling tummies, we went there). Took some photos and walked down to 31st Street to hear our second mass together at the St. Francis of Assisi.

The night was capped off with a bottle of beer. Carlos and his brother, Mon, had to leave me in CT. I have work today.

People keep counting the days before Christmas. I still don't feel it, no matter how I try. Ahh... Sad! This is not so me!

This. Is. NOT. So. ME!

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