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Back from "there"!


It's been a LONG time since I penned a blogpost. Ahem, thanks to the no-talent-only-traffic site I got introduced to that also made small bucks apparently. For every post, view and like they credited a cent to our "bank" and we could redeem it once we reach $ 50. I am not gonna mention the name of the site, I think you know it. I did spend a LOT of time into it, publishing posts like I am making rotis - one after the other (The limit is 10 at the max per day, I wish even making rotis had that limit!). But let me tell you, I did not earn a single dollar. When the trend was hot and people were actually redeeming $50 after $50, I was still getting used to it. And now, I have reached $40 and it is just not inching forward. I have had a lot of patience to make my bank show $40 and now, at this point, I give up. Give up after realizing that this new site in disguise of a demon had curtailed my loyalty towards Twitter and this blog. Kinda not fair man! I should have stuck to writing in a place where people (well, at least 1 person in this blog's lifetime) read it at least, and not "like it" as a favor (without even reading it) for their 1 cent earned when I like their posts back. Ugh! So many good memories are published there that might not even be of any use, except a few likes here and there. I now regret depending on it to make memories. Sigh! I think I am almost over that site now. It needed a while. So I guess I will write more often here on.

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