Anyone running a website wishes to be approved on Google AdSense. Publishers hoping to monetize their content aims for this holy grail.
This rejection email is a common one. A quick search on my Gmail yielded about four of these. The last time I had tried applying was in December 2015, when I realized that there’s nothing more I can do to achieve this pipe dream.
The rejection email: ouch!
But with the optimism that arrived with 2017, I had a one last-ditch attempt to apply to Google AdSense. If this does not work, then nothing else will. However, my persistence and self-awareness paid off and I was surprised to receive this on my inbox yesterday:
Google Adsense approval email!
This space is no longer the same, safe place it used to be. I don’t mind friends and family members finding out about my blog as it was inevitable, but what I hate the most is when people speak to me over what I wrote here and draw attention to my concerns in real life. People, there is a reason why what I write here ideally STAYS here, and you don’t usually see me talking to everybody about them. I might have honestly lost the drive to constantly update it as religiously as before because of a slight censoring on my part due to a more concrete audience. Would it offend people? But It completely defeats the purpose of why I am here in the first place. Ugh. I don’t want to sound like a rambling teenager, but that is something I am already sure of myself. I try my best to avoid confrontation because things usuall get ugly once I start.
About a year ago, I was fortunate enough to be tagged along when a colleague of mine won a Facebook contest for a free buffet for 20 people in HEAT, EDSA Shangri-la! This year might not be free but at least it was on a discount. LOL One of my high school friends, Len, arranged a get-together a month ago because she’d be back here in Manila from Indonesia for a couple of weeks. For a minimum of five people, we would be paying Php 888, instead of the regular price of almost Php 1,900. And as we just usually see each other during Christmas or in special events (for instance, Czare’s wedding last year), it was one of the few moments we get to see each other and catch up.
Back in summer, I had a problem with a buyer from Netherlands, who obviously was too busy to inform me of her supposed problem with the bag she has bought from me. It took me a good bunch of reasoning to finally convince her that she won’t get anywhere without giving me my money or bag back. However, it was not an easy ride and it took a lot of “foreseeing” powers to rightfully get my bag back.