My Traffic Life

I am Mae German. 32 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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Those were the three things that I had in mind last night. Those were my goals for today.

It's been a month since I last did some brisk walking and ran by the lake; and God knows when the last time was, that I drove around the block here. Today, I was given the opportunity to do everything. I walked. I ran. I drove.

(oppss! I haven't mentioned that I am back in NJ now, have I? After more than three weeks in NY, I took my usual train rides to NJ last Thursday).

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Today, I drove Kuya's car from South Plainfield to Edison and back. It was my first time to go farther than our block here. Of course it was frightening. But fear is good sometimes.

It was a fun day of working out on every aspect of my being. I walked, I ran, I drooled over some kids playing some tennis and (lawn) badminton, I watched the guys play basketball, familiarized myself with the place (it's not the usual park that I go for a run, eh), did some photo op, and got to the next level of my driving lessons. I still suck in parking (man! it's not even parallel parking!), I still keep on forgetting not to let go of the gas when turning, and I still think that I was driving the lawn mower truck. *ugh!* So, to cool down, I did drive the lawn mower truck today.