wordpress.com is an asshole, hope they got one, they reserved “8Ave”, left me with “8Aves”. I was sitting on the toilet, can’t remember why I wanna blog so bad, last time i did, not in a restroom.
8 Ave; Brooklyn
a place i love and hate, more of the hate part—It always crowed , remind me my hometown, not i hate my birthplace, but the disgust feel it brings: make me wanna work.
I love monday, yep, we don’t off on weekends. ‘We’ : I mean people works in restaurants me: a chef, I hate my job, I always wanna be a basketball player, or a coach i guess, at least i can still imitate their talks, which I’m still good at, but not physical play anymore, I’m old.
It feels good to be a grown up, burden the same time. I feel awful, I’m a hater, I talk, talk, talk… rarely get stuff done, eyes high, hands low.
says: if you stupid, it’s okay; if you stupid,and ignorance,then you trouble. So I try not to be both; I read, almost everyday except when I’m not working, I read whenever I can, at my job: i cut , i eat ,i read, then i cook ,as soon as i finished, i read, read ,read…. just bough a kindle fire for my girlfriend,she said reading Rich dad Poor dad on iphone just too small.”good”,i figure,”she gonna be rich,and I don’t have to work no more”
I heard one’s success depends on how many uncomfortable things he have done; My list is empty, except peeing myself if that counts.
The Education of Millionaires used to be my bible,until i read Recession-Proof Graduate by
he is my same age,no wonder I feel intimidated,I dont wanna fall too behind–－－I’m learning code@udacity(2 months already),codecademy as well, and I’m building a job board, those jackass agencies ripping me off, giving me shitty jobs. sure,I hate them.
8aves——a website, just a little better than these bozos, where jobs will be free as it should be, for poor ‘We’.
( currently reading : A confederacy of Dunces—John Kennedy)