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.

My Traffic Rules

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 do not wish to turn back time nor repeat what we have all gone through the past 10 years, or so, of our lives. Good times and bad, they have all served their purpose. There's nothing we can do but cherish the good old days and add some more of the good stuff each time we are together. There will be no next time, only (an)other time.

Before anyone has told us that life is hard, we knew it beforehand. There were differences that were settled, there were bruises left unsettled. There were wounds that were healed and there were those that has left scars that will forever remind us of why and of how we got stronger. Though apart, we stick together.

Ahhh... my dear friends, I was staring at your recent photo (Daday, Badz, Enoch, and Jao) and grabbed it from Tin's photostream (thanks Tin) to create my LO. Told myself, "I was a constant character in every photos taken...". Now, I will be your constant spectator. Tightly, I will hold on to each memory you create without me. I don't want to see you as strangers as I don't want you to see me one someday.

Sana ang mga pictures natin parang mga pictures sa Harry Potter, noh?

Although I would miss every get-together now and I will miss our witty and funny yet serious-sometimes kind of conversations, and no doubt that I will miss watching some of you burst suddenly into fire when one shares a not-so-nice story about some not-so-nice people... although I will miss feeling sad or affected and I will miss laughing with you... although the feeling of missing someone is sad-- I am happy that we're in touch. And I am writing this to be reminded-- to stay in touch.

All right, back to checking on some security systems now.