Google adsense is one of the programs PPC ( Pay Per Click )

Google adsense is one of the programs PPC ( Pay Per Click ) is most favored by publishers and bloggers around the world including Indonesia . The PPC program also creates a lot of young millionaires milliuner even over the internet , you know not a real scam . Ok as the title of this article , I will tell how to get $ 100 per day from google adsense ... with EASY without having a website :) .

If you can get an average of $ 100 per day means in a month will receive approximately $ 3,000 per month . If converted into rupiah at a rate of Rp 9500 , - per dollar , then monthly earnings are obtained approximately Rp 28.500.000 , - wuow a figure which I think very much . This time you are definitely more curious and interested to try it , read this article .

Oh yes , before I explain further how to earn $ 100 per day from google adsense , you should first consider the screen shoot below . Maybe it will make you more curious :) .

Maybe it is hard to believe the screen shoot above , how might be able to get $ 100 per day with ease without having to have a website or blog ? Ok , since you 've been very curious so I'll tell her secret . Please you are doing right now, and you will soon see the screen shoot desired Adsense revenue right in front of your monitor , yup you read that right . Just takes action in the not too distant future :) .

The following are important steps you should do :

    First of all open the first page in your browser 

    It would appear Google Adsense Money Generator . Then fill in the 2 columns on the page

    In the " Money you wanna make- today " content with $ 100

    Then in the " Money you made yesterday " content as well as $ 100

    Then click the Generate Cash

    Bumm screen shoot your income today would appear the new yard ! !

You want a screen shoot more fantastic ? Could be OK to , it is up to make a screen shoot whatever income you want: P. Eits do not be angry yes , I already know how cation instead OK to be angry ?

An important point that I want to say here is , most people would be very interested and curious when you see something that generates a lot of money but not everyone really wants to work hard to realize the desire to get it . So many people are looking for information on how to make money through the internet but only a few are actually willing to work hard to make it happen . A simple example , when you had been working on points 1 to 6 of course you are also doing something , and finally succeeded , although only a screen shoot it, still it is a business .

Online business - whatever it is - is no different than an offline business , all require hard work , which sets it apart is how. Likewise with Google Adsense , if now you ask me if there are people who have an income of $ 100 per day from Google Adsense ... the answer is YES , there are many people who have income of $ 100 per day from Google Adsense or even more . And to get all of it , they have to work hard consistently and through a process that is not for a while .

If you are interested in earning $ 100 per day from Google Adsense , then you have to start working hard from now . There is no specific time limit , your target may be achieved in a matter of months, or it could be achieved in a matter of time until the annual . In essence , to earn $ 100 per day from Google Adsense is not impossible , everything we do in earnest will surely give equivalent results . Hopefully this article inspires !

Use Guest Posting For Effective SEO

Guest Posting is always been a best way to showcase your talent as a writer and get some links back to your blog. But in Recent years Many spammers tried this method to manipulate search Rankings by just submitting low quality guest posts with some backlinks in it and they succeeded too. This is the worst thing happen for original good writers because they know Sooner or later Google will take action on this. They will not let Spammer top the Rankings.

And Google did the same thing few months Ago as expected, their new update hits many guest post accepting sites for having low quality content or Rich anchor text. Although it's not affected that much search queries, but certainly affected large scale guest poster, also guest post accepting sites.
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After this update, many good writers also left guest blogging due to Matt Cutts words, saying "It is Dead for SEO". Even I was in a bit of confusion. But, I consulted with Many SEO experts and got quite similar Answers from Everyone.

All of them said, Guest Posting is not Dead and never gonna be Dead for Quality Writers. Google only wants to Remove Spammers. It will not affect all those quality websites who accepting only quality posts with In-depth Knowledge. Everyone can still Use Guest Posting, but their main Aim should be to build Reputation and generate traffic. Link Building should not be your fist Aim, if it is, then , you are one of those Spammers who want to manipulate Search Rankings.

so a friend was debating between a newish ford minivan

so a friend was debating between a newish ford minivan and a volkswagen eurovan. and he bought the eurovan. and to me it seems to indicate a step in a right direction. in life in general. perhaps in some bigger picture it seems to represent a life of excitement and passion versus the ford which represents the stale consumerism painted as exciting and vibrant. but really it reeks of lies. american dream. 

give me liberty or give me death. have we all chosen death? sometimes it feels like it. to walk through a mall. or see magazine covers. or watch half an hour of tv. 

so i'm here longing for a simple life that american society and the media shun. a country cannot hope to profit if her citizens are living simply. 

i've got the bird i'm going to flip. once i figure out who exactly it is that i should direct it towards. 

and until then i'll try and muster something like love for all those i see. 

and it's all easier having someone lovely 

whom i love and who loves me deeply

maybe we'll be down here together and maybe we'll find it 

a simple life..

Who can call us father, or who can call us son?

Who can call us father, or who can call us son?

If we have reguarded ourselves abandoned by whatever thing (a person, a lover, a parent, a false prophet, ourselves) then we have lost touch with the great family, ourselves, all of us together, on this great place called planet Earth.

Who is your neighbor? He is your brother. 

Who is that stranger? She is your mother. 

The man downstairs hammering on the wall, 

the woman blow-drying her hair in the bathroom down the hall-

these people are your family.

Have you lost your mother to death?

Have you lost your father to disease, to war, alcohol, drugs, a car accident?

Nothing can replace them. 

They have been made known copletely in death, to whatever supernatural landscape (who can say for sure?)

Until then, it is our hard task to welcome the widows, the children, the orphans, the fatherless into our family.

What little effort it takes- a friendly nod at the stranger on the street, giving change to the vagabond, saying hello or goodbye, openning doors, keeping our mouths shut.

In the small things, the day-to-day gestures, the normal business of the day, we do the great work of the kingdom, which is to welcome each unlikely individual into the fold, one person at a time.

the other night i went camping at deam wilderness

the other night i went camping at deam wilderness. i love that place. even if it was quite cold. and i didn't sleep much. and now my dog smells like smoke. i could sit by a fire all night and be totally content. and today it's raining which makes it even sweeter that i was able to get out and go camping.. and i'll go to work and hope it's a slow day. and i'm eating an asiago bagel with artichoke gouda shmear and it's so good. bought echinacia tea and ricola drops to fend off this cold that's knocking on me door. yeah.

so maybe it's all in my head but whenever

so maybe it's all in my head but whenever i wear shoes i get itchy. i feel like i just got a haircut and all those little hairs are all over me. perhaps i should never use shoes. i am longing for spring. we had those few days last week of beauty. 60 degrees. sunny. and today it's been wet and snowing. and i'm ready to be done with this. i guess every winters the same. funny how in the fall i get all excited about winter. then this time of year i loathe it.

a few things

i was the ninth caller and won tickets to see rusted root in march. i never call those things. fluke. 

-watched part of the state of the union last night. and i don't get it. i don't can't buy the idea that america is the best nation around. i think most of everything we do is based on that assumption. and i just don't see it. sure i love my country. i am grateful that i'm born here and given the opportunities i am because of my american decsent. and i think the ideals we're founded on are pretty damn admirable and amazing. sure. but practically i don't see it. having lived abroad and experienced other ways of doing things has perhaps led me to question. we're the richest, sure. most powerful, sure. best looking, maybe. but there's got to be more than all that. i feel like we're a punk kid who knows everything. maybe i value humility more than i value headstrongness. or something. i don't know much... 

-my headphones broke and i took a lighter and burned the plastic and fused it back together and so far it's held. call me macgyver. thanks.

the day after yesterday here

the day after yesterday here 

and i'm bordering on despair 

thinking of the dying all around me 

everything slipping towards ends 

and i'm stuck right here 

overwhelmed with nothing in particular 

but 

i know 

in my head 

of redemption 

and of some love giving hope 

i'm glimpsing some 

in my memories and i think 

that i'll be natural 

and i'll not give in to fear 

and in this stand 

there will emerge victorious 

hope 

please

things i am grateful for

things i am grateful for: 

(no particular order) 

-my dog 

-dogs in general 

-wicked smooth jazz 

-random smiles 

-crystal cutting clearness when 

it's bone cold outside like tonight 

-my parents/grandparents 

-authors 

-friends 

-airplanes and the times i've been on them 

-competent pilots on the aforementioned trips 

-the beatles 

-peanut butter and apples 

-scented candles 

-letters from friends 

-life-enriching movies 

-grass 

-brushing my teeth 

-station wagons 

-bollywood films(once in awhile) 

-pablo neruda 

-high school memories(and that i'm done with 

that chapter of my life forever) 

-burts bees 

-old skanky jeans 

-barefeet 

-swimming in natural bodies of water 

-breath 

-marriage 

-drinking hot tea 

-warm sheets 

-camping 

-road trips 

-indian food 

-live music 

-beauty all around me 

-full use of all my senses 

i could go on. 

things aren't so bad 

ayeaye 

todd

school starting again and every semester it's the same

school starting again and every semester it's the same. i want to stop and run off and do better, more beautiful things. it's hard. why am i here? i guess that in two years i'll be done and able to teach. and more doors will be open and all that responsiblity crap. but for now i think i'm allowed to question my being where i am. 

the chronicles of narnia are some of the most beautiful things ever. 

right 

Come thou Fount of every blessing

Come thou Fount of every blessing; Tune my heart to sing thy grace; 

Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. 

Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above,

Praise the mount; I'm fixed upon it: Mount of thy unchanging love.

Here I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come 

And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home, 

Wand'ring from the fold of God, 

He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood, 

O to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! 

Let they grace, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to thee 

Prone to wander, Lord I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love, 

Here's my heart. O take and seal it; Seal it for thy courts above. 

----- 

been listening to a sufjan stevens rendition of this. why can these old songs speak so much more than all the new ones? 

your pain is the breaking of the shell

your pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding
even as the stone of the fruit must break,
that it's heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain
and could you keep your heart in wonder
at the daily miracles of your life,
your pain would not seem less wonderous than your joy;
and you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons
that pass over your fields.
and you would watch with serenity
through the winters of your grief

much of your pain is self-chosen

it is the bitter potion by which the physician
within you heals your sick self
therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquility;;
for his hand, though heavy and hard,
is guided by the tender hand of the unseen,
and the cup he brings,
though it burn your lips,
has been fashioned of the clay
which the Potter has
moistened
with His own
sacred tears."

-kahil gibran in "the prophet"

so in class i made everyone laugh

so in class i made everyone laugh. among all the stale reciting of the hindi dialogue i exaggerated and laughed. and i am glad. something like a windbreak. something more comfortable. something a bit easier and better all around. maybe we'll grow and learn together. isn't that life? and i'm supposing that all class could be should be like that. but it's not. but maybe i can bring something; an agent for change. cause we'd all of us students do much better to realize that we're all the same. embrace one another and rise above endurance into enjoyment. is it just a state of mind?

and so there's still time. and hope

and so there is still time. and hope. i guess that sometimes i get overwhelmed(or is it just 'whelmed'?) at my situation. but i don't understand it cause my situation is fine. good great even. nothing to complain about except that it can feel so mundane and i can feel so alone. but there's movement towards being with people. a book club. something. people together talking over a book. and drinks. i think people are essential. and i've been trying too long to live in isolation, even if it's been unintentional. i guess theres some light breaking. and my eyes are sore and resistant. i just want to roll over and pull the covers over my head. a part of me. then theres another that wants to be exposed naked. look people in the eyes and be known. and my heart leaps.

wonder about some things

wonder about some things. like little tiny bugs. crawling all over the grass and we don't see them generally. but when we get down real close smelling the dirt i start to notice. all these levels of life and bugs that are so small that they're really small. like as small as this period on this computer screen. yeah. and they're all running around jumpin all over and we don't even know. makes me feel like a big honkin giant. like in that movie with mickey mouse and the big giant. remember how he rolled up a bale of hay and smoked it like a cigar? funny. the giant.

so it's been like 20 years since i wrote on this

so it's been like 20 years since i wrote on this.

alright.

i guess i could rant. i don't know. frustrated. with myself. my own pride. my lack of ability to express he feelings and deep thoughts i have. words funk everything up. i guess i wish i had someone here who understood. who shared the passion i have for seeing freedom in my own life and the life of those around me. and i suppose the sunday school answer is that God does. and i think i believe that. but God's got no shoulder i can lean on, a hand i can hold, hair i can smell, etc.. sooooo it'll work out. i think i'm at a crossroads of sorts. one way i could go would be to shun the fellowship i've known in the past, allow bitterness to consume and eventually kill me, turning me to a lifeless little fart of a shell of a man. or i could deal with my feelings and get through the bitterness. love. love. crazy love. i guess with Jesus i know it's a relationship. and people around me seem to make it into some systemized thingy. religion. and i think i despise that. my jesus has freedom for us each. yet people invoke His name to put chains on people. and yeah i've done it myself. i know how it works. religion. and i guess i'm rebelling. against the social institution of the church. and i hope that's fine. i'm not rebelling against God, just a misconception commonly held about Him.

may peace fill the hearts of those who hate

may peace fill the hearts of those who hate" read this on a note left on a sort of memorial at showalter fountain. and like it. and i also know that im my heart there is so much blackness, so much pride, so much sin. things that destroy just as much as hate, though prehaps on a more personal and less violent note. anything in our hearts but the peace of Christ will corrode us, and leave us empty. i praise God that He's rescued me and daily intercedes for me. there is so much freedom in embracing our brokeness, for being seen as we are. and we hate it but long for it. we envy those we meet who are broken, who are honest, who have nothing to hide. we all aspire to be "who we are", and then mtv tells us who that is. i'm so glad that my identity is more than the music i listen to or the jeans i wear. all that will burn and fade away to nothing. i chooose truth, i choose life. suppose we're frustrated with the plasitc political crap that goes on and passes for the church. let's love deeply. "love the LORD your God with all your heart mind strength, and love your nieghbor as yourself" 

Humble, Truth, and Pride

One morning as I drove out of our community fresh from a vacation, I noticed a boutique shop was built, and it came to my knowledge that it takes months from the exterior to the interior decoration for the concept of the said boutique shop as what the owner dreams of. Then one day the owner change his mind and decided to stop the plan due to some problems arising within his family. So, in just days they changed the concept and design of the boutique shop.

What had planned and conceptualized for months was taken down for just short days. What is true of some businesses today is even more true to our dignity. We all try to build it up for years, but in just a single harsh mistake we accidentally or intentionally make, will easily be torn down apart in seconds.

People who undergo to this fate deserves not just a second chance, but “chances”! For as long as we are here, we are still vulnerable to make mistakes, and the only thing we should do is to acknowledge that mistakes, because as long as we will not accept it, we can never seek for forgiveness. We must realize that pride seeks to destroy our dignity, but humble and truth opens up us to a new and forgiving world