Spare me the counting part but I do know that I have been here for three months and two days. I just wanna make it a hundred. Yeah, I don’t know basically what to write about. How am I? Oh, haven’t really touched on that yet since I get the chance of talking to my Sweetest mostly everyday to keep us both sane. Everyday is just like every other days. Nothing much. Nothing more. Just me and the laptop and the world wide web tours I do for almost the entire day. I spend much of my time looking for work ever since I arrived here. And yes, America should be like “You’re independent when you’re 18! So get a job so you could have a life.” but me, I can’t believe there aren’t much jobs around that would take me (apparently, I’ll be very much legal in the next 3 months!) Or maybe I’m just not looking that hard, or I am not looking at the right places. But mind you, I did my share of browsing, asking friends and relatives, but still no luck. Talk about praying, yes I did. A LOT. I had a couple of interviews but then they are quite unsure if I can make it to work without being late. I don’t have a reliable transportation - a car. That’s what it is here. You take the bus at least an hour early for your destination, and expect a lot of waiting time. Plus it costs much. I would rather take the bus than be at home like 24/7. The weather too makes it unlikely to come out. But bear with me, I AM TRYING. All the while it ain’t that bad. I mean I’m not as homesick as before - my first couple of days were really crying in bed at night and no turning off the laptop and wishing its night time again.

I miss home. I miss Tabby. I miss Yzzy. I miss everything about that little city where I grew up, made friends, found the love of my life, had a kid, and left. I have been into blogging lately, attaching every portion of my emotion, feeling, depression, happiness, and whatever you wanna call it to this blog.

Oh well, night time again. I’ll see you tomorrow.