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Top Ten Things You Can Do To Get Blogged

1. Build a kick ass company. You can ignore everything else in this post (although you shouldn’t) if you build an awesome web 2.0 company that solves a real problem in an efficient manner.
2. Approach Bloggers Directly. Most bloggers have email and other contact information up on their site (email: editor@techcrunch, GoogleTalk:techcrunch, Skype:marrington). Use it to contact them directly with your thoughts.
3. Be Persistent. We are all busy. Emails get pushed down in the inbox and forgotten. Send a reminder or two and try to get a conversation going. Don’t be defensive when you are asked hard questions.
4. Start a Blog. This is important for multiple reasons. First, it is an easy way for bloggers to see what you’ve done over time. It is also a good way for bloggers to find out about new releases and milestones via your RSS feed. Most company blogs have only a few subscribers but don’t let this discourage you. Those that have subscribed are keenly interested in what you are doing. It is very likely they have a blog. Make it easy for them and they will post about you.You can also use your blog to promote bloggers who write about you. Other bloggers will see this and want to write about you too.If you don’t have a blog, you don’t even have a wallet, let alone currency. Having a blog gives you a tangible way to say thank you” to bloggers who write about you.

   Encourage your employees to blog too. Go easy on the blogging policy in the early days.

5. Be humble. The more humble you are, the more outstanding I assume your product is. Showmanship often equals desperation.
6. Be confident. Find the right balance with humbleness. Don’t be humble to the point of mumbling or leaving important stuff out.
7. Be descriptive. Tell me what your product does immediately in crisp and interesting prose that is FOA (Free Of Acronyms). FaceBook is a social networking site for college students. Pandora is a music recommendation engine. See? I need more details down the road, but give me something to hold on to before you jump into the cool way you’ve implemented ajax into the FAQs, or whatever.
8. Tell a Story. Bloggers want to tell a story. Help them. Pandora is different because they break down music. Technically interesting! 60% of FaceBook’s users log in daily. wow! Writely is allowing people to visualize a world without thick clients. big story!
9. Don’t hide information. Put your location, contact information, team bios, faqs, blog and other important information up on the site in an easy to find location. Don’t make bloggers look up whois information or read your terms of service (for legal jurisdiction) just to guess your location.
10. Don’t be a Jerk.If someone just won’t write about you, move on to another blogger. Don’t heckle them. If someone does write about you and you don’t like what they say, deal with it by sending an email or leaving a clarifying comment. Don’t attack. Other bloggers will see it and avoid you like the plague.

Internet Marketing Specialist Denver

I’ve got it!!!!

formula for regret:

Future Negative Possibilities + Fears  = Present(regretful) Decisions

                                 (or)

               FNP             +             FR     =        PD
                                    

And this is a very important formula that can be useful as we live our lives everyday. the very formula that might prevent us from those days where all we do is ask ourselves the unrhetorical question "What if?", a formula that might help us live a more happy life, and in a way where we can say that we are in control of our life, and what the future holds. 

Still don’t get it?

Well lets put it this way…One way or another we all face those situations where theres too much emotions involved in a certain decision to be made… whether to say yes or no to a suitor… to make a move and court an admired person or just be friends (sounds familiar?)… to quit a job and find another, to choose which job… to cheat.. not to cheat… to go abroad hope for greener pastures in life, to be a priest or sister, or to indulge ones self in politics, or simply to move towards a direction on ones life,…  and as I studied and experienced most of these situations, I’ve noticed one thing. I’ve noticed that every time we face these types of situations, we always look too much forward that in our minds we always tend to ask what would happen if such actions are taken, and at the first or initial part of this phase, we always see the  positive things about it …. then as we think of it more….a bit of the formula shows…. I’m talking about the negative things that possibly would happen which would later on develop fear in such  decisions to be made…. I guess it’s the law of nature that we always notice the negative more than the positive… and it’s the very same thing that is very essential to this formula.. because every time our imagination bends towards the negative aspects of it, it always affects what our decision would be…. in short ladies and gentlemen,  the basic formula of regret is that whenever we are faced with these  situations, often times (if not always) we let the negative possibilities of the future develop fear and dictate our decision in the present…. when instead it should be the present who should dictate what will happen in the future… and until we keep on falling for this formula we will never gain control of our lives… And we will always have regrets.

My intention towards writing this is to make sense in something that can be useful… one way or another… and maybe, just maybe it would someday help you understand life more…live it the way we should… gain control of our lives and find our own lucks and direction and maybe soon there will be less regrets… and maybe there will be less "huhuhu" in our text messages… : )

    12:58 am …. fingers on my keyboard…..

    Yes it’s gonna be love again, but this time it’s gonna be different, coz while i write about these questions…. I’m saying something to you…

    Imagine a tree, one that’s not that old… not that tall… just an ordinary tree with leaves that seem to hold on…. waving left to right, moving as if it were moving as one with the silent sound of the wind blowing…. then as you look towards it more and more you notice that at a certain moment…. a certain leaf started to let go and was falling…. you may say its falling freely, or maybe say it’s sadly falling…. for a thing that happens for about 5 seconds or less, it’s such a sight.

   But isn’t it funny to think that such sight, which probably only takes only 5 seconds or less to happen could pretty much sum up an important part of one man’s life… and yes, I’m talking bout a certain love eevnt that pretty much happened to each and every one of us…. a love story that ended up in a mystery of which noone really knows who to blame.

   The tree may symbolize a goal…. the girl you court… the guy you fell in love with… tha right one at that time…. somone that remaind motionless… and you could be the leaf… at first, it may not seem as if you were holding on, or trying not to fall…. but eventually, you will find yourself in a position where, like the leaf, you either just hold on…. ride with it … or let go…. and i can say that it’s not as easy as it seems…. coz i’ve been that leaf for quite some time now….. wondring what I was to the tree…. will i be with the tree as one… should I stay… or am I gonna be once a part of that tree….. coz things happen…  there will be issues that ruin peoples trust…. past things that others can’t let go of…  lies that seem true to others…. moments that happened sooner that it should…. or maybe it just should’nt happen afterall… these things can be the wind that passes everytime we think it’s over… and silent as it is…. it can be felt.

    The leaf may fall everytime…. it seems to be natural…. but granted that it is, if such a thing happens… will it be the leaf to blame, for it did’nt hold on like it should… or will it be the tree that seems effortless as if it were letting the leaf go…. or will it be the wind that comes ang goes as if it were on a journey to seperate the leaf from a tree…. or will it be because every tree has to let go… every leaf has to fall some time… and every wind has to silently blow…

    Seconds gone by… the wind blew and a leaf fell…. and I saw a part of me.   

….. though it wasn’t the right time, they fell in love and made a promise to wait for the moment when the time is right, and they can be together…..  when the time came and everything seemed
right……  one died without words said…… not even the words that
matter….. the  words " I Love You"

"Wherever You Are "
by: Jacob  Fuentes

I.

Thinking bout all those times
When you’re still here beside me
Whispering those words to my ear

Telling me " I love You "
And how you wanted to be with me
You even said you’d wait for me

Bridge:

Now the time has come
But now you’re gone
Will I only dream of you and me
Baby its so hard for me to
Let you go…

I Wish you knew
That I love you…

Chorus:

But baby, In another place
In another time, In another life
Maybe you’ll be mine …
Will I hold your hand
Feel you once again
Cause I really miss you

Wherever you Are

II.

Still dreaming of you
And everytime I do
I wish I had the chance to let you know

But now I have to let go
Coz I can’t turn back time
If you were here i’d say to you

Bridge II:

Now the time has come
And you’re here with me
Let us share a love that’s true
Baby me and you
But I know you’re gone
And I’ll never know
What it could have been

Chorus:

Maybe, In another place
In another time, In another life
Maybe you’ll be mine …
Will I hold your hand
Feel you once again
Cause I really miss you
Wherever you Are

….. this song is based on a true story of a friend of mine, who loved and lost someone and never had a chance to say goodbye….

                                                  " You’re Not Mine "

                                                   by: 2610557912

                                                   If you’re not mine,
                                                  Why do I feel like it
                                            Is it because I want it to be
                                          Or maybe coz it’s not just me

                                                   If you’re not mine,
                                     Why are my hands on your shoulder

                                    Is it just something comfortable, or just
                           A normal thing done by a friend or someone older

                                                    If your not mine,
                                           Then why does it seem OK
                                      To put my arms around your waist
                                    How I wish my love won’t be a waste

                                                  If you’re not mine,
                                       Then why does it feel so good
                                           The time I held your hand
                                         Please help me understand

                                     What can I do to make you mine?
                                      Or am I the only one dreaming?
                                       Or is it just gonna be a dream?

                                                   I Love You girl
                                                  Thats all I know
                                          I hope your not just waiting
                                                     For me to go

   It’s kinda late … and it ain’t a stary night…. and im all alone thinking …. what would I write tonight..

   I dont want to write about love, for everything has been said, and nothing is left undone for me as of this moment. And for one, it’s because I dont want to write when I find myself surrounded by broken love lately, the kind of love that others won’t expect to break, but as sure as there is and end to every beginning, good or bad, love was broken….  It’s funny how love is broken by the presence of another love that has become…. or in other case, simply just the lack of it….  and sometimes  we find ourselves believing it is there when it really isn’t.  I dont want to talk about this.

   I also don’t want to talk about life. I dont want to write about something that others may just see as an existence and not an experience. C’mon lets face it…. sometimes were scared to take risks, to make mistakes, to fall, to be rejected, to tell a lie, to go against the tide….. sometimes we even live our lives not only singing the Beatle hit "Let it be" but also just letting it be…. giving up on things and wont even bother to try harder to get what we want…. life’s an experience… not just an existence…. life is surely short…. isn’t it better to live it without regrets than to live it with "maybe if’s".. or "what if’s"?

   Now what should I write about?…. Hurt?…. and ask myself if it always come after happpines?… I know it’s not particulary in that order coz hurt is always there…. so what should I write?…. maybe now’s not the right time….

maybe not tonight….

     For a while I was hanging on to something… Something like a dream that would someday come true. I was holding on to something hoping that one day I would soon find myself in the place where I wanted to be…… And that day has happened.

     Who would have thought I’d find the answer in the place that took away my love the second time around. (ma luoy na sad mo nako? hehe..)… Who would have thought a simple night which started with a drink of a not so good mango shake in a place called "High Cafe" would answer my questions. Well there was I once again, with my special friend (present status), walking, talking, and finally finding ourselves infront of a fountain in the heart of Cebu City. We were both enjoying eachothers company while talking bout good things…. then one led to the other… we found ourselves having conversations about going on with life. The situation is clear… I mean, she’s not my girl… though I was hoping still until that night… and it was harder for me to let go of that dream because I   thought there was love for me… the kind of love that only needs effort to build a relationship, but it turns out to be a different kind of love afterall… the love you give to friends…  like the love she had with other friends… some things shouldn’t have happened to make this all clear to me before .. but it did… and it led me hanging for quite some time. Then she asked me one world stoppping question… "serioso gud diay ka nako bah ?"… it hurts, considering the fact that I’ve been trying to show it all the while, and yet she still asks… but I can’t blame her (na controversial man gud ko kadyut.. heh..). And I never did. Instead of getting hurt, breaking down, and looking for explainations, I was happy. In fact I smiled when she said that because, finally, everything made sense…. why that dream of mine remained a dream was answered. Thank you friend. : )

     All the while I thought I was hanging on to something, something bigger than me, and I was afraid of letting go of it, scared that I might fall down and I’ll find it hard to get a grip of myself… but I was wrong … coz now I see myself as a little boy holding a balloon…. a balloon full of questions, hopes, and dreams… and as that little boy, I realized that I was not hanging on to something bigger than me… I was holding on  to that balloon… the one i’ve been holding for quite some time… and after that moment I finally decided to slowly let it go, and as I watch it flying farther to me, I  realized one thing…. Im still on my ground.

    to my special friend…..
               
        " Let this be the end of me saying "I Love You" as a someone who is dreaming of you…. and let this be the start of me saying "I Love You’  as a friend."

…. a repost for my new friends….. : )

   ( please finish reading before making your judgement…)

   Most people knowadays are either obsessed of love or fear love.
There are the typical man/woman hating girls/boys saying they don’t
trust guys/girls anymore… all of them until proven good.. because of
some past experiences with them, or worst, not even their own
experiences but that of others whom they know, and because of these
things.. they tend to be afraid to love and use the never ending saying
"we haven’t found the right guy/girl yet". Then there are the cannot be
alone type of people who seems to find it easy and necessary to replace
the old loved ones when they leave never thinking if they are ready to
love,.. if it’s right to love… or if it is even love. The need to
love as they say.
  Well,to make it clear, im not against anyone
here …  I know and believe that we all have to  love . But I also
want everybody to try to FUCK love once in a while.

  I did FUCKed love once, and it happened like this……..

    I knew I was a normal man living a normal life the moment I
first laid my eyes on this one special girl whom, years before, never
caught my attention like the way she did in my last few years of
college. She was there walking, talking, laughing, and smiling like she
normally does while, at a distance, there was I, a simple man, looking
straight at her, open-eyed dreaming that someday I will be standing
next to that lady with a sweet name… walking, talking, laughing,
smiling, and even crying  with her. Well dreams do come true and within
a few sleeps at night and waking ups in the morning, I found myself
somehow a part of that pretty girls life.

  But, unlike other love stories, I was stuck in a situation where
time is slowly slipping away and i can see it so clearly. I knew she
was never gonna be mine. Maybe it’s destiny, but I am man who doesnt
believe in destiny, or perhaps refuse to believe in it. I was there
trying my best, though she never asked me to, to make my own destiny
and maybe… just maybe .. would let her change her mind and be mine.
Well, we talked about it before… and it’s clear when she said that
she had many plans in life, then suddenly I came, tried to make her
happy and she said it worked, but she doesnt know what to do… I’m not
part of her plans and things happened quickly and she didn’t know what
to do. Well like other girls who dont want flowers because they dont
wan’t to be attached to something that they know will be gone soon, she
decided not to take me. I know she never wanted me to hope for
anything. But I did. I did and I got hurt. Seeing someone you love so
much and loved you slowly slipping away. I know were going to see
eachother again but at that very moment I felt very sad but I know I
tried, and it was worth it. I can still remember the last time we were
together here. She held my hand so tight and told me she loved me that
much. Well tears are in my eyes that night. I know i’ve been hurt but I
want to make it clear that I still want to love and I believe I will.

  You might misinterpret the title of my article today… You might
think I hate the world or her or even love. You might think im saying
this in a negative way. All I’m saying is that we all should and
deserve to FUCK love…. F-all in love… U-nderstand love… C-herish
love… and get the chance to K-now  what love is. I know I did.   

   If you feel like i’m making sense right here….. then I hope you’ll FUCK love soon. : )

   No, this certainly ain’t a visa mastercard commercial im trying to show here… its about money.. the power of it. It’s power to turn criminals into Icons… to turn sins into accidents… to make a person rise against it’s own will… the power to buy commitment wihtout love… a win into a loss, and even the power to take someone’s life.

   For some, money makes the world go round.. money turns the tides. money keeps us alive. Money does create lots of things in this world… good or bad… people even blame it.. they say money is the root of all evil… but it’s wrong … it’s not the root… coz we can make good things out of money… we can buy food and clothing that we need out of money… we can help others with it…. all im saying is that money itself is not the root.. it’s the love of it… the love that is too much, that it is called greed.. some people tend to have a love  for money so much that they want to own it all and disregard the people on their way… even families turn against their own blood because of it…. the love of money makes us selfish… it makes us think that money is everything.. when were rich, were untouchables… sad to say it does happen, but it shouldn’t be the case…. we should not love (different from needing it ok..) money that much coz its the same love that can break us someday… its the same love that can make us loose our friends, their respect, and even our own…. come to think of it .. there are things money cant buy… and these are the things that matters… 

   Money can buy a house.. but not a home… money can buy position.. but not respect.. money can buy sex.. but not love… money can buy companions but not friends…  money can make a living .. but not a life… and the list goes on…. and on… and on…

   Sitting here with my six string on my lap doing some chords singing some verse from the song patience by Guns n Roses made me realize that people understand music the other way around… I mean not like filipino movies where soundtracks are made first before the movies… you know.. stuffs like… " pangako sa yo"… " ikaw lang ang mamahalin"… but the real sense of music…. specifically acoustic music…
    People always get amazed whenever there’s an old song revived in acoustic version… songs they never believed would be done acousticly (na bay inani na word?).  Sometimes they even asked if songs like My Humps could be  done acousticly.  well actually.. its the reverse… every song made  started  acousticly…… acoustic music is the purest kind of music…  no electronics as possible..  people should ask… can this song be  punk… or rap … or rock n roll…  pop.. or jazz.. or RnB and soul …. hey, im not saying its the best… every kind’s the best of it… music is the best… and we should not think about which kind of music is the best because its all the best… music is about expression… not for impression….. music is about being true…. music is about being you…  it doesn’t only belong to those who can make music….  or have good voices … have the fingers for guitar or KB’s…. or have the beat for percussions…. or BTWI’s (born to be with instruments)…. music is for everyone…. in fact… music is just like everyone… different in a sense but the same as well… some may say they are not made for music… but the truth is… we are all made for music as music is made for all of us… we just have to find  it in different ways… I dont know if I am right.. but I believe that music is life… so LIVE IT!!!!
   Well after life … i guess there will still be music….. i mean.. we all know whose up there right… im talking bout john lennon… dr. dre… aaliyah… kurt cobain… still music…. :  )