airport

Well, there’s nothing worse than typing up a blog on your laptop inside an airport…hmm, that’s what I’m doing right now. It’s been very busy since I started my full time job. Living in the United States becomes a quite difficult thing to do now, because of the “home land security” implementation. It took me almost three weeks to get my SSN, and some banks refused to open an account for me until I get that stupid number, not to mention my ZERO credit history in the states that credit card companies turned me down just like I’m a homeless man on the street.

And now, I’m flying to San Diego to start my 4 weeks of applications training. I feel OK to leave my apartment because I have nothing left behind. Within that lovely 560 square feet apartment, the only “furniture” that belongs to me is my King-size mattress and boxes. BTW, I didn’t buy them from a store. I “picked them up” from a hotel garbage station. My wife is not here with me because she needs to apply for an American Visa. It happens once in a while that I feel not like to home after work because I have nothing to do but having my dinner on the floor…No, I don’t have table.

It’s too late when I realized that I left my mp3 player and the headphone in the bag that I checked in. So I can’t listen my own music while I’m waiting for the plane to come. It’s funny that the Jazz they play inside the SJC airport makes me feel that I’m falling asleep. Well, I think I should just stop here before I drop my laptop onto the floor.