The PPC marketing has always been the least earning method for myself in the internet money making spree that I have. This is solely because I do not own a very famous blog or forum that has more than 100,000 page views a day. The total visitors that I have daily from my 6 well established blog would come to a mere figure of less than 300. As the PPC marketing money making totally depends on traffic, I would have said that I have failed horribly in this method. However, gaining some USD10 to USD20 a month from this would assist me in some way or the other to cover the domain renewal fees that is slapped upon my face every year when a domain that is to be invested in long term expires.

I have personally tried many ways of increasing the Google Pagerank in order to gain more cashflow into my Google Adsense account. Unfortunately, I have failed to read all their terms and conditions where it comes out to a length of more than a thousand pages, I had my Adsense account banned eventually. How sad that I have to find other PPC earning programs such as WidgetBucks and Bidvertiser.

Occasionally, he would find every reason to hold my arm or pat my back. We made some pretty intensive eye contact as well, which sent my heart flying and my tummy fluttering. After sitting there for about three hours, I figured it was time to leave hence I made an excuse and left. He casually asked for a peck on the cheek but instead, I gave him a flick on the nose. Later that night, when I was about to sleep, he called me. This thirty minute phone call caused me sleepless nights for the next few days, because of the words that were exchanged. He tried to get me to confess my feelings for him but of course, I did not do so. As for him, he not only flirted with me, he also said many significant things to represent the way he feels about me. He said there is chemistry between us, and that he knows I feel it too. I told him that he would say one thing now but the next day when he is sober, he would say another. Perhaps having alcohol in his system gives him a boost or rather, the courage to speak his heart. I told him if we wanted to discuss feelings, we should do it the day after when he is sober. He then gave me his word that he will call me the following day and be very truthful with me.

The HYIP is the short for High Yield Investment Program. As the name implies, these types of investment, or should I say more to gambling yields high returns. However, as Donald Trump’s saying, the higher the returns, the higher the risk. This the HYIP is a very high risk type of investments.

The key concept of the HYIP is to earn from the late comers to the program to award the initial joiners. However, the question lies in how late is late? If you join too early, there might be a risk that the whole program being a scam, or even worse, that there are no joiners at all to the program whereby it is an immediate loss on your investment.

I have personally used USD190 to earn more than USD10,000 in a timeframe of 1 year. However, after starting to lose a total of USD700 after one of my core program had folded, I decided to quit the HYIP investments and invest into something sold, such as the domains investment.

Apart from the stares, we had a good time teasing one another and laughing over silly things. I would often joke with them that I prefer Jason over him or even Clifford, or say something nasty about him and get Jason to laugh along with me, and he would threaten Jason to pull his firm (I believe he is the partner of a law firm) off the panel employed by our company – as he had the authority to do so. It was really funny because Jason was a silent man who hardly said much, allowing us to tease him all the time. I noticed that once Clifford and Jason arrived, he was a little more reluctant to cut the food for me. When I asked him to do so, he made some cheeky comments, indicating he would do no such thing. However, after a few minutes, he would quietly lift his fork and knife, and get to work. The egoistic yet submissive man of the twentieth century sure brought a grin to my face. He then asked me if I was free the following day, as he intended to throw a party at his place. I told him I was going to be busy all day, after which he said he will throw the party the following weekend. With that I insisted on bringing my baby cousin (as I had to baby sit her for the weekend) but he threatened to burn her alive so I told him there was no way I would consider attending the party. He said I made a wise decision. A few minutes later, he asked me to bring her and told me she will have a lot of fun at his place. How conveniently contradicting! He would do anything just to have me at his little party. After a while, he started to drum his fingers on my leg – just above my knee. He clearly was flirting, and as always, I tried to turn it into something light by flicking his fingers.

We started off the evening very casually, however, he did flirt with me as he always does. When I arrived, he asked me to order a drink and asked if I wanted anything to eat – I said yes. I ordered a juice while he had beer after beer after beer, which I could not due to obvious reasons. Once the food arrived, I showed him a cutting gesture and merely said, “Cut?” He immediately lifted his fork and knife, and started to cut the food for me. Sweet. That made my heart smile, and my heart hasn’t smiled in a very long time. At least, not since I ended my last relationship. The food tasted extra good, extra sweet, but I could not eat much because having him beside me took every ounce of my attention away from my overwhelming greed. We talked, we joked and we laughed, it was all such good fun. In the midst of our small talk, he asked if I wanted to know what he really feels about me – I immediately laughed it off to deter any uncomfortable feelings. A while later his cousin Clifford joined us. Clifford is a more sophisticated, mature and established version of him (physically, that is). We talked about work for a while until Jason, their common friend, arrived at The Café. Jason is a middle aged man who practically glued his eyes to me the whole time I was there.