As I write this, I still have no clue about what I want to say. You see, I started blogging years ago. Like chatting for the first time, I became quite addicted to it. Each day, I would think of what to write about. It's as if I have people following my posts. An imaginary audience, indeed.
I remember having daily posts. I'd find the time to blog simply because it was a novel exercise. Then it came to a point when I got tired listening to myself, hearing my voice, reading my thoughts. It's very self-centered that I wanted to puke. Working in cyberspace, telecommuting, and staying at home
At that time, I didn't know that I could earn from blogging. I registered on AdSense and a blogging site that no longer exists now. I did earn $0.99 from that gig though. It remained that way until January 2011 when I experimented on paying for AdWords. I earned around $3 until end of February when my measly funds ran out.
