The Causes
What are “The Causes”?
First, let me make it clear that my ’cause’ for working online is NOT about the money. The current situation, which I’ll discuss later, had forced me to think about money. (You can “infer” about it below :)…
O.K…To make this short, my long-last dream is to be able to bring other “third-world” countries to the Information Age (with my country first, of course :). There are other “minor” dreams too, like building an effective ‘working’ & ’shelter’ system for the homeless. FYI: an effective ‘working’ system is one that will allow anyone with any level of knowledge/education to work, make money, and earn a decent ’sustainable’ income…
But right now this is the beginning…
$100,000 is just a beginning…
$1,000,000 is a beginning…
$1,000,000,000 is the beginning…until there’s an end!
Heheh…So, right now I’m at NEGATIVE 1 billion dollars, eh? O.K. I better start working & making more :)…
YOU CAN HELP ME–simply by just reading my posts: if I can’t make a billion, maybe, just maybe I can help others make it. So, would you like to take this journey with me–MAKING BILLIONS ONLINE? ;). Please support the cause by making your self some more extra money, as the result/influence of this blog =P. Let’s go make us billions!!!
…But anyway, that’s how much I’m planning to make online (and maybe offline in the future :). And, yes, it is possible…with my strength ‘as an inventor-to-be.’ (You can read more about what this strength is here).
For the time being, please enjoy me poem below (I can’t format it to the way I like ):
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The Forgotten Youth
WHERE DID IT GO?
That balmy, bracing summer
Sitting there low in bliss-imbued bay’s harbor,
Frolicking over the flickering light of the setting sun,
Or lying listlessly in the flowered field near bay’s harbor,
Drifting in a drowsy doodle of the mind’s eyes
In the animated cumulus’ hive adrift in the bluely lit sky…
This setting summer’s drift soon stained with hazy hives,
As smoky nimbuses swiftly stampeded the blued sky,
Foreboding a chaotic tempestuous (coming of the) storm…
–Where did this sudden grave haze of chaos come from?
NOW–I’ve contracted a terrible contagious DISEASE:
I can only dream of peace!
–There is no godly ambrosia or magic panacea for cure–
–The doc told me–that this is an incomprehensible–
Unknown ailment!
–I asked God and He told me that
–I and only I–could improve my condition
–Only I and I–
Alone
© Minh-Tri Duong Nguyen
***END POEM***
**Schedule to be published in “Immortal Verses” & “The Sound of Poetry”**
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