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 got back from my dinner-slash-social-interview a little past 11 last night (thanks to the subways/trains) with Sir N and Sir D (the banker). Yup. I had to be in a suit last night for that and now I have blisters on my feet! *Argh!* I hope my feet will be well soon before my next job interview (which I hope will be soon too so I can finalize my travel-plans). And I hope I feel better soon-- it could be a cold-virus that I caught last night or could be my immune system going down. I am not sick.

Ok, I am still in denial that I am sick. Since I got here, I was never sick. No coughs, no colds. Never. But when I woke up this morning, my throat was hurting and something was oozing from my nose (ewww!). The gargling helped my throat, but what about my nose? I don't want to take any medicine. Not yet. But I know what could help. Hot green tea and some rest (but I should be reviewing). Anyhow, as long as there is no fever, I am good.

Let my friend worry about her hormonal acne, let me worry about my runny nose. Which is better, eh?

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