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green tree under the grey and yellow sky

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Gone are the days of clear, blue sky,
The streets are wet, no longer dry.
Gray clouds hover above my head,
This melancholy slowly fed.

Quench the fires that kindled slow
Feel the breeze that slowly blow
A breath, a sigh, escapes my lips
As drizzles fall, on pavement drips.

Gone are days of blazing sky,
Here is when the summers die
As proud leaves bow, the heavens cry,
No one here but me and I.

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How I Made Money Online

money pink coins pig

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When I was a kid, I had thought up of making a website and earning a living off of it.

Many years later, however, I don’t have a dot com website to my name, but somehow I realized my dream! I made money off the internet.

Before anything else, I am not here to brag. The income I earned was small. It was only a few dollars a month, less than a hundred dollars if you want to narrow it down some more.  Frankly, however, I did not care for the amount I got. “I did it,” I told myself, and that was all that mattered.

I first started with building a website. I studied HTML and got some free webhosting. Free because I was a student at that time and all I had to invest was my time. I then pumped it full of ads. Embarrassing, I know, but that was how I started. Unfortunately, that did not work. It had terrible traffic, and revenues from GoogleAdsense was also very low.  To profit properly from Adsense, I had to have thousands of visitors, and some had to click on ads.

My next attempt was opening an online shop. I opened an account on etsy, but realized I lacked the skill to make arts and crafts. Then I learned about RedBubble .

RedBubble.com is a website for creative people. You just make a design, upload it, and apply it to their various products available, such as shirts, phone cases and mugs.  I thought those were cool, and I had always wanted to have my own merch.  It sounded easy enough. I could make some art stuff. Everytime I would make some art, I’d share them on tumblr. Some gets noticed and gets reblogged a couple of times. Those had links to my shop, which helped in making my sales. Every month, the profit I made from my shop were transferred to paypal, which I then widrew to my bank.

If you want to take a look at my shop, just click this link. Perhaps an on-line shop such as this is the one for you.

However, if visual art is not your thing, there are a lot of ways one can earn from the internet now. Here are ten ways you can make money from the internet:

  1. Be a virtual assistant
  2. Be a virtual tutor
  3. Be an affiliate marketer
  4. Write a blog
  5. Open an online store
  6. Write an e-book (I read that nonfiction is easier to make than fiction)
  7. Be a youtuber. You need to have a large following to enable displaying ads and livestreaming.
  8. Take paid surveys.
  9. Make an App.
  10. Be an online transcriptionist

If you got the skill, you can make some money from the internet.

What about you? Are you earning an income from blogging? Or perhaps using blogging as a way to improve or promote another business? Any more money-making ideas you would like to share? Let’s talk about them in the comments.

Thank you and have a nice day.


Blogging is About Sharing

shareUnlike a diary or a journal meant for no one else’s eyes but ourselves, a blog is written to share our thoughts, ideas, and emotions.

However, with this sharing, we end up opening ourselves to the world.  We are exposing a part of ourselves, and I, for one, could not help but feel vulnerable about it.

If there is something that is holding me back about writing my thoughts and ideas and putting them out for the public is that fear of being judged. I fear that what I am writing would put a label on myself, and would in a way cast me in a negative light.

I have never been that comfortable about stepping up and stepping out into the world.

This is probably why, I usually end up just “re-blogging” things, rather than craft something of my own.  I would rather share something that others made, which I found interesting or amusing, and share it to other people, rather than me, making something and sharing that thing, instead.

However, for us to grow, for us to improve, we have to step out of our comfort zones and experience new things.

I hope you all have a nice day.


Got a Blank Notebook

Have you ever had one of those experiences when you really wanted something, but when you got it, find yourself unable to do anything with it?

It happened to me when I got a printer with scanner.  I found myself unable to work on anything worth scanning and uploading for a long time after I got it, despite the fact that I bought the printer for the scanner, so I can scan drawings and stuff.

manduka journal bookI got one of those blank journal/notebook things as a birthday present from my sister.  I had wanted to buy one of those for quite some time now, yet find myself second guessing purchasing one mainly because I am not sure what to do with.  I do know that I should write in it, but what exactly, I don’t know…

There is no rule how one should carry their journal, it is the journey of your personal space, your life, cherish it, when you come back and read it one day – you’ll smile, cry, or whatever, that is your life, make it, claim it, own it.

Penn

Then I read that one from a Yahoo! Answers page about what to do with these journals. I really liked that part about not having any rules. Why? That’s basically what is paralyzing me about writing in there. I feel that there is a certain rule or guideline that I should follow.

There is no rule. You define it, yourself. Do what you want. Write anything. It may be embarrassing or silly now, but a few years into the future, you’ll certainly be glad that you have written them down.


Why I Hate Strawberry

Well, not exactly strawberries, the fruit – rather, I have a certain aversion to strawberry-flavored things.

Why?

trimox_19491_6_big_It reminds me of one of my most dreaded things when I was a child – medicine.

When I was a kid, I don’t really understand why most of my medicines then were strawberry-flavored. Even the worst anti-biotic suspensions – the ones which have a powdery feel to them, which would even stick to your throat at the risk of gagging you… Ugh… they seem to be always strawberry-flavored.

My worst experience with one of those suspensions was the one that made me feel so awful after drinking it that I think I puked. Why do I say “think”? Well, I can’t exactly remember it clearly for I was very dizzy, and disoriented then.  I was very sick, you know. But yes, the vague memory of those events, coupled with the scent and taste of the strawberry medicine does not give me wonderful cravings for that stuff.

I do not completely hate on the flavor.  I have tried some good strawberry-flavored stuff – like ice cream.  It was delicious.  However, I still try to avoid the chewy, strawberry-flavored candies, for they seem to strongly remind me of the medicine.

Edit: After looking up some photos, I am no longer sure if the Amoxicillin suspension, which I recall as the worst strawberry-flavored medicine I had, is actually strawberry-flavored. I must have associated the pink color with strawberry, making me now hate on strawberry. Ah, the human psychology!


Down the Stairs

I’m not really too fond of my Aunt Clara.  She’s strange, and bossy, and smells a bit funny.  She also has a lot of cats.

However, when my parents went up north for work, they left me at Aunt Clara’s house.  Despite all of my protests, they held on to the argument that she is our only relative within locality.  They mentioned a few other reasons, which I am sure were probably reasonable, but I also have my very reasonable reason for not wanting to be sent to my Aunt Clara’s house.

Her house is scary.  It has two floors and a basement. However, since she is the only one who lives in that house, save for here horde of feline army, most of the house remained unmaintained.  Some areas are closed off, and some have dirt and dust thicker than a three-layered sandwich. As for the basement… Well, the basement… That’s the scariest part.

The last time I went there, which was five years ago – I was only eight years old back then – the basement was locked.  Aunt Clara forbid me to even go near there.  I sneaked around late that night and almost wet myself when  heard strange scrapings and thumping in there.  Needless to say, I ran away from that doorway, straight to my room, and I can’t quite remember how I managed to sleep.

I’m still morbidly curious about that basement.  Whatever in the world could she be keeping under there?

I try to kid myself that it is probably just more cats.  That may be where she keeps the more rabid ones…

We arrived at Aunt Clara’s house where, where she, and my parents exchanged stories, questions and instructions. I have a feeling most of it involved me. While they were busy with their pleasantries, my eyes wandered off into the basement door.

To my surprise, I saw a key inserted in the knob!

Aunt Clara must have forgotten about it when she came to answer the door. I slowly stood up from my seat and pretended to go near a cat.  I pocketed the key after locking the door, as to avoid any suspicion.

I dared myself that by tonight, I’ll know the secret of Aunt Clara’s basement.

That night, I sneaked out the room and went to the basement door.  I took out the key, and after checking for any signs of my dear, old Aunt, I inserted the key.

As soon as I placed the key, I heard a faint thud by the stairway!

My heart skipped a beat as I feared it was my Aunt. I froze in place, not knowing what to do.  Then I noticed a pair of green eyes looking at me.

“Meow!” It said.

I let out a sigh of relief as I found out it was one of my Aunt’s cats.

I returned to my business and slowly unlocked the door.  The way down was dark. I flipped on the light switch and a weak glow from the light below can be seen from stairs.

I slowly went down, and to my surprise, I saw the basement, which gave me nightmares for weeks.

It was empty. Nothing. It was just a huge expanse of empty floor.

I scratched my head as I chuckled.  There was nothing to be afraid of!

Thud!

I suddenly heard  a sound from the far corner of the basement.  I slowly walked over, fearing that one of my Aunt Clara’s cats may have followed me down. I can’t just go out and leave it locked in here…

I checked the place, and saw nothing, except for the closet  door, which was slightly ajar.

I peeked in and saw nothing.  I was starting to feel afraid. Then I noticed that the closet has another door inside it! And it was unlocked.

“Whatever could this be?” I thought to myself.

My curiosity got the better of me,and I pushed it open.  I was more surprised to find a staircase leading down.

Weren’t I in a basement? Where could this possibly lead to?

A lot of other questions were jumping around in my head, but out of them, one was leading the polls – should I go down?

Anyone with a sane mind would have probably left it alone… But I chose to go down the stairs.

There were no light to guide me, so I had to feel the steps as I went down.

I was almost pitch black when I reached the center, and yet, a warm glow seemed to be coming from bottom of the stairs. I thought that it might have been my eyes starting to adjust.

I reached to bottom, and to my amazement, saw a huge expanse of corridors. There are tunnels right under my Aunt Clara’s house! The tunnels go as far as I can see.  I wondered if it was empty. Suddenly hearing noises,made me realize I was not alone. I tried to slowly go up the stairs, when I felt a heavy weight on my shoulders. I looked at it and saw giant claws holding on to me.  A scary-looking creature, almost twice my height had me by the shoulders and was not letting me go.

It effortlessly lifted me, and took me in a cage.

Time seemed to have passed a lot and did not know how long I was held captive.  I wrote down everything I knew and tried for ways to send it to the outside.

If you are reading this, warn everyone! There are monsters tunneling underground.  Their network is already extensive.  There are many of them. My fate as of you reading this is uncertain. Who – or what my Aunt Clara is, is also unknown.

I pray it is not too late.

–End–

Writing Prompt based of “Down the Steps”


Gundam and Transformers: A look at two robots

A lot of people mistake Gundams for Transformers.

I don’t blame them, there are a lot of similarities between the two, but the difference is also huge.

Artificial Intelligence.  Transformers are sentient beings.  They are another alien race of their own, with mechanical bodies and they came from a different planet.  Gundams are mobile suits.  Well, that term does not really help much, but by the term “suit” – it means that people “wear” them, right? But in the case of Gundams – people pilot them.  My vague memory of the Transformers series tell me that while people can ride the Transformers in vehicle mode, in robot mode, no human are within the robot itself.

More than meets the eye. Who doesn’t remember the theme song of the Transformers series? The Transformers, as the name so subtly suggest, are robots that can transform into something else. The Autobots transform to more civil-themed vehicles, while the Decepticons are more war-like. Now, here is where some people get confused, because some Gundams do transform.  The original Gundam had the mobile suit transform from a fighter plane (Core Fighter) as various parts of the mecha are sent to it. There are some Gundam models, such as Kyrios from Gundam 00 which has the ability to transform to a fighter plane. To the uninitiated to the Gundam franchise, I wouldn’t be surprised if they view this as a “transformer” ability and mistake the robot as another series.

Gundam Kyrios, transformed to Fighter Mode.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Made in Japan.  The original Transformers animation, though it is owned by an American Company, was animated in Japan.  I made the mistake to think of it as a “Japanese Anime” because of the animation style.  It was only a few years ago that I found out that the Transformers franchise is actually American, but was actually animated in Japan. Gundam is 100% made in Japan. Well, at least that is what I know. Unless they ship off some of  the animation to some sweatshop that colors or performs some minor animation outsourcing (which I highly doubt).

Now, why the confusion? Well, thanks to the revival of the Transformers and the movies made by Hollywood, Transformers has become more of a popular culture than Gundam.  Although it is tiring for me to sometimes point out that a certain mecha show that I am watching is not Transformers, I try.  Although at times, I just simply state that it is not Transformers, but Gundam.

I know that there are a lot of similarities and differences between these two animation franchise, but from my perspective, these are the things that I find most notable.  What about you? Do you have anything to add?