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Cheap Cool Handwritten YouTube Comments

Cool Cheap Handwritten YouTube Comments

YouTube video comments are the first thing that people consider in the midst of watching your video. Your comments may come in different types, forms, tone, and stand! Whenever I get notified that somebody left me a comment, I am pleased and grateful. But the most essential thing about receiving a comment is not the fact that you merely get one but the thought and notion that the viewer left after watching your video.

Video blogger (Vlogger) like me would love YouTube comments. I may have to ask my friends to watch my video and leave some good feedbacks just to attract the next random people who happen to watch my video. But to get YouTube comments is not as simple as “X + Y”. It’s as hard as coding!

Now, what to do and where to start? When you think for the harder way, you can go to social media sites. Share your video. Do some marketing strategy that will boost the exposure of your video. Then, check your success rates. For sure, after doing hard work and after all of your efforts, you will say that the success rate is not enough or worse you may not even get any result.

No Results?

Now, let’s think the easier way. Let’s look for cool websites that sell YouTube comments in the web and let them do the work! What you will gonna do? Nothing.

What are the websites that I’ve tried? Hmmm.. A lot! Hahaha…


Because before I have this thought that whatever is the website that Google put in the top result, they are the best. But, I thought it wrong. Google might have put that website in the top result for some reasons. And I can say that it’s not relevancy! Because I am hungry for these services, I happen to try a lot of different websites. Maybe, not all of the results in the search engine, but almost all of those that are listed in the first page. There is only one website that happens to give me the result that I’ve been longing for. They call themselves as Buy Real Marketing.

Buy Real Marketing

I believe aside from YouTube comments, they also offer a lot more YouTube related services like views, likes, and whatsoever. Though, I haven’t tried their views and likes service, I believe they are better as well. Aside from the fact that their services are cheap, the cool thing about this company is that they keep you on track with what’s going on with your order – they call this dashboard as “portal”.

Over all experience is cool. I wish to have savings next month for my next video upload. I’ll surely use their service again and again!

YouTube Comments


A Letter from a Dog-“How Could You?”

A letter from a dogWhen I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh.

You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was “bad,” you’d shake your finger at me and ask, “How could you?” — but then you’d relent and roll me over for a belly rub.

My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.

We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because “ice cream is bad for dogs” you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

A letter from a dog

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.


She, now your wife, is not a “dog person” — still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
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Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a “prisoner of love.” As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch — because your touch was now so infrequent — and I would’ve defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway.

There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered “yes” and changed the subject. I had gone from being “your dog” to “just a dog,” and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You’ve made the right decision for your “family,” but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, “I know you will find a good home for her.” They shrugged and gave you a pained look. T hey understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with “papers.” You had to pry your son’s fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed, “No, Daddy! Please don’t let them take my dog!” And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.

How Could You?

You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, “How could you?”

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind — that this was all a bad dream… or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

A letter From A dogI heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, “How could you?”

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Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, “I’m so sorry.” She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn’t be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself — a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my “How could you?” was not directed at her.

It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

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New Chapter: The come back!


Is it a month since you heard a my last blog post? Nope, maybe two. For my long day of silence, I am coming back for good to share again another chapter of my learning after the Ipv6 session.

Have you learnt something on my past posts? Let me give you a recap:

IPv6 for beginners – I gave highlights of IPV6 for those who are new in this term.

Introduction – I have stated all about me. Few are asking and telling me to make a post that only tackles who I am! So, I made a post for them.

Link Local Address – It defines what a Link Local Address is.

IPv6 Network AddressIPv6 Network Address corresponds to the first 64 bits of the 128 bits IPv6 address.

IPv6: No ARPWhat corresponds to ARP in IPv4 to IPv6.

Convert: IPv6 to IPv4 – Explains how to convert IPV6 to IPv4 and vice versa.

Aside from these stuffs, I have made a blog about those unrelated to IT as well:

Things Need to be Addressed! and Sorry: Easy to say, Hard To Mean.

You can go to my personal blog which has a tag of The best diary ever.

Sorry: Easy to Say! Hard to Mean!

Once committed with a mistake, “sorry” become easy to speak. We keep on mentioning this term but nobody mean it! Saying sorry is sacred for some people. Some found it as an ordinary term.

Saying sorry is somewhat like saying I Love You! When you say sorry, it is a must that you mean it! Just like I Love You! Sorry comes in many languages. Sorry is not only mention in English. There are Africans and Albanians that are using the translation of it in their language. Saying sorry nowadays is very common. No matter how big or small the mistake that was made to a person, sorry is still mentioned. Though some uses or mentioned it just like an ordinary term, there are also some that really mean the term.

Most of the time, when a girl hurt a boy, they cry and feel pity for her self. She would feel as if she’s the most evil person in this world. In this situation, she find saying sorry very difficult. No matter how big or small the mistake is. No matter how close are you with the person involve. No matter what! A girl still found it difficult to spell.

On the other hand with a boy hurting a girl, it’s easy for them to say sorry and act as if they are concern but hard to believe that they mean it! For them, it is very easy to say, but very hard to mean.

But not all the time, same thing will happen. Sometimes, what will happen is another way around.


Things Need to be Addressed!

This is not a real story.

I am not prepared to sleep but my foot lead me to my room. My parents notice me walking with a heavy foot. They tried to stopped me but I didn’t. They’ve shouted but I didn’t hear them. They’ve call out my name, but I still continue.

As I open the door, I went inside and slap the door close at my back. At this point, I found my self leading into my big cabinet. I don’t know why but, it’s like somebody ask me to go there – to see and witness what’s in there.

I am awake and went back to my real mind. And, I found my self shouting in front of the big mirror.

I saw.. I saw.. I saw.. a girl who’s in complete make – up and dressed with white.

Isn’t it just yesterday when I am a little girl? With so many suitors? with peers asking me for a date? Now, I am heading into the church for my wedding and found myself saying “I Do” to the priest as a sign of accepting my husband.

Now, Who’s that girl in the mirror? I am having a hard time with my husband. I am loved at first. He always reminds me of taking care of my self. But, a year after I deliver our first baby, I became a battered wife. And it’s too late for me to realize. I am not ready to be settled. To be away from my parents – my family. I am only 20. I am young! Why have I made decisions this fast? Now, I found my self writing a letter for everyone – for my parents, my brothers, sisters and to my daughter. I made them realize how hard my life gone in the hand of my husband. That I can’t take to go back! I jumped into the building and leave the paper into my table. Putting in my mind that for sure – “They will understand!”.