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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At the Grand Central Terminal

Tuesday, 14 July 2009

Tak. Tak. Tok. Tok.
Left. Right. Left Right.
Walking. Running.

Woman in an elegant dress
wearing a pair of rubber shoes
(sounds like me but not quite).
Curly hair. Straight. Ooppss! No hair.

Ooh! That man is a 10!
And that lady is a size D!
I am not judging; just observing.

Between the entrance of tracks 106 and 107
There's a lady sipping her hot choco
And she's munching on a jalapeno-filled pretzel.
Eyes moving.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
I wonder if anyone notices her.

She stood up
Went to throw her trash; In a split second
a guy in uniform went near her bags.
Ooppss! She forgot.

PA kept on reminding everyone:
"Any luggage left unattended will be subject to search by the MTA Police."
She smiled.
It wasn't too late.

Now we know,
one will never be unnoticed in New York City.

I was just testing
while waiting for my train-ride. *wink*

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