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 know... I know. My motto was, do something worth writing about (maybe join an organization with a cause for Mesothelioma treatment?), but I was so into my cyber-farm the past couple of days that I haven't updated my friends (especially the E!s) on how things are with me. And I know I have to do this now to thank those who have prayed for me when I was suffering from that killer back ache.

I thought I will never feel normal again but I was wrong. I am much better now. Thank You.

There is still the radiating pain in my right leg sometimes but the pain in my lower back is gone... well, at least when I am not carrying something that would put pressure on my back or when I am not twisted and slouched.

I know I am still recuperating from that painful experience. I will never forget how it felt-- the pain and the stress. If I don't have strong faith, I could have fallen into depression with the thought that I could be crippled and useless.

Now I can paint not just the walls but the ceiling of the Credo's house in CT. Yey!

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