Monthly Archives: November 2015

Blogging as a money fountain?

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Do you know what the word “Blog” means? It is a synthetic word of the 21st century originally meaning “Web log,” with entries displayed chronologically in the format of personal diary/journal published on the Internet. An oxymoronic definition. Here I am divulging my inner self on my blog publicly, so that people all over the world will read my post – only if the entry heading is enticing enough to make them click on each page of my blog. But I blog, am blogging, and will blog irregardless of limited readership because my aim for blogging is not to generate profits but to exercise my writing workouts which is also  a magnificent self-psychosomatic therapy. Well, at least it works for me.

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A good, easy to read guide book.

I have downloaded some e-books I think beneficial to developing my blog on my Kindle: The subjects are a variety of subjects, ranging from Psychology to Romance Novels. (Yes, I do think that a bit of titillating ingredients will do me good as a grown-up not stoical for physical/psychological equilibrium) And the first one I selected to finish reading was a short length e-book called How to Write Blog Posts by David Lim. It is a good guide book for a beginner like me who wants to write in public and to share the information, opinions, and thoughts with the audience who may find my blog intriguing and scintillating. And this book is perspicuously written in colloquial English, which is all the better. The author and I agree to the facts that (1) you should have your own “authentic” blogging voice; (2) you should diligently write your posts almost on a daily basis although you will not publish them immediately; and (3) the subject matters of your blog can be just about “anything”. Ditto, with my whole heart.

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On the other hand, -just like every coin has two sides- I am still ambiguous about the idea of a blog as an income-generating source, which in fact has recently begun as a kind of new industry. According to Lim, there is a conspicuous relationship between the number of monthly page views a blog gets and the amount of money the blog owner gets. How can this be? Well, Lim expounds that advertising networks such as Google AdSense, Media.net, PulsePoint.com, BlogHer, etc. all cooperate with various advertisers who pay the network to place there ad on your website. Subsequently, you the blog owner could earn a cost per thousand views or a pay per click payment. Sounds easy and almost incredible? Are you also interested in it?

Keep Calm and Blog on

Keep Calm and Blog on

I know that making money is our naturally economical act of surviving and protecting ourselves from inhumane squalor and debasement of our human dignities resulting from deprivations of livelihood. However, I am not wholeheartedly subject to the trend in which so many bloggers in every corner of the world write for monetary purposes ONLY. Well, at least not for the moment. To me blogging is my way of communicating with the world out there, whether I have a fan base or not. As an introvert, this is a way of being ingenuous and convivial with the invisible readers however small number they may be of. And this is a way of marking myself in the world, transforming me into someone with her own history and stories to tell to the world.  I find blogging -or an act of writing- beneficial to finding an avenue to a meaning of my life. And who knows what this blog site will bring to me onward?… It’s all open to any possibilities.

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Ditto.

Cheer up, Sleepy Jean!

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            I like you! Cheers!

A new day of another week has almost come to an end. Everyone of us should pat on your shoulder for what you have done however satisfied you are with. And if you feel that things are not going well as you expect them to, just grin and bear the result, for it is wise to learn from yesterday, live for today, and look to tomorrow. We humans have free will to make the decision of what’s best for us. Simple, right? Yes, simplicity is indeed the ultimate sophistication as Leonardo Da Vinci has asserted. This colloquial axiom is certified by the Gospel as quoted below:

 

 

Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.

-Matthew 6:25-34

Guitar Tab for Animal Instinct by The Cranberries

As Henry W. Longfellow has once said, “Still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and wait”, my self-education of guitar playing is still in progress. It takes willpower and perseverance to achieve dexterity in changing chords flawlessly and keeping rhythms while playing the guitar. Every famous guitarist including Jimmy Page and Eric Clapton, who were also self-taught, has gone through the same phase I am in.

When I practice, I play guitar tabs easy to play with chords, such as G, A, Em, Dm, D7, D, Am, A7, C, E, E7, and G7, all of which are used in most of popular songs.  And “Animal Instinct” by The Cranberries are composed of such chords as follows. The tabs herein are posted by the courtesy of www.guitartab.com.

Em         Am                     C
Suddenly something has happened to me
            D
As I was having my cup of tea
 Em         Am               C
Suddenly I was feeling depressed
        D
I was utterly and totally stressed
 Em    Am                C    D
Do you know you made me cry
 Em    Am                C    D
Do you know you made me die
 Em                       Am
And the thing that gets to me
 C                      D
Is you’ll never really see
 Em                        Am
And the thing that freaks me out
 C                       D
Is I'll always be in doubt
 Em       Am                  C
It is a lovely thing that we have
          D
It is a lovely thing that we
 Em       Am                  C
It is a lovely thing, the animal
           D
The animal instinct

So take my hands and come with me
We will change reality
So take my hands and we will pray
They won't take you away
They will never make me cry, no
They will never make me die
And the thing that gets to me
Is you'll never really see
And the thing that freaks me out
Is I'll always be in doubt

The animal, the animal,
The animal instinct in me
It's the animal, the animal,
The animal instinct in me
It's the animal, it’s the animal,
It's the animal instinct in me x2

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“The Peanuts” jam!

I can sing the song while playing the guitar. It’s such an exhilarating sensation to actively and tangibly participate in a musical activity!

And I love this song! Dolores of The Cranberries is a superb singer.

Comment te dire adieu – Francoise Hardy

I like Francoise Hardy a famous French singer in the 1960s. Her songs are about what I would call “romantic loneliness”. Despite her beauty, intelligence, and sensitivity, she always seems to sing a song about her lover leaving for another woman which I can associate myself with. As a matter of fact, the singer herself is an intelligent woman who attended at the prestigious French national university Sorbonne. Her shyness and uniquely simple but elegant fashion style in her prime time were what distinguished her from her fellow chanteuses. I see no other female singers as elegant as Hardy to this date. And this song is one of my top list of songs I like.

Incongruent? Anachronistic?

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Where am I?…

The above-referenced adjectives are hard to choose when I describe my own self. Am I out of place? Yes, I feel frequently so when I talk with others and find myself estranged from their subject matters that are uninteresting. Anachronistic? Yes, when I listen to what others say about their life patterns and their perspectives on trivia, relationships, facebooks, etc., etc…

In fact, I always feel uprooted to the time and place where I do not belong or I do not seem to find much comfortable to live. Such feeling of estrangement from the present has developed a certain kind of malaise in me, which is akin to perpetual melancholy.

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Incongruent?

I often ask myself where I should be. My peers seem to have already established themselves in their lives whether it is at home or at work; they are married with children, tending the family matters as homemakers or they are successful career women in terms of social strata outside the home. No wonder do I feel alienated from the group.

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Is this all but an illusion?

I ask again myself. “Quo vadis?” Will I always be a stranger among these aggregates I encounter here at this time of my life? My true volition is to get a crystal ball that will show me the right avenue leading me to the right place in my life. Or seeing a chiromancer may fulfill my never-ending sense of premonition.

Or it might be that all these things that I talk about and feel are nothing but a Kafkasque dream; that all of the aforesaid and things I am writing down are not of a reality but of a very realistic illusion.

It’s a Litany of Saturday Night Melancholy. Thank you all for reading it.

Alone, alone, all all alone, Alone on a Wide, wide sea.”

-Samuel Taylor Coleridge