Saturday, January 31, 2009

My Name Is Bruce ( movie 2009 )

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Release Date: January 27, 2009
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Source: DVD
Size: 712.91 MB
Genre: Comedy | Horror
Video: 624×352 (1.77:1) | 1018kbps | 23.976fps
Audio: English | 148kbps | MP3
Subtitles: English | Spanish
Runtime: 1hr 24mins
IMDB Rating: 7.3/10 (4,143 votes)
RT Critics: 4.7/10 (32 votes)
Directed By: Bruce Campbell
Starring: Bruce Campbell, Grace Thorsen, Taylor Sharpe, Ted Raimi

B Movie Legend Bruce Campbell is mistaken for his character Ash from the Evil Dead trilogy and forced to fight a real monster in a small town in Oregon.

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Friday, January 30, 2009

Never Think Lyrics (OST Twilight)

by Rob Pattinson

I should never think
What's in your heart
What's in our home
It's all I want

You'll learn to hate me
But still you call me baby
Oh Love
So call me by my name

And save your soul
save your soul
Before you're too far gone
Before nothing can be done

I'll try to decide where
She'll lie in the end
I ain't got no fight in me
In this whole damn world
Tell you to hold off
You choose to hold on
It's the one thing that I've known

Once I put my coat on
I'm coming out of this all wrong
She's standing outside holding me
Saying oh please
I'm in love
I'm in love

Girl save your soul
Go on save your soul
Before it's too far gone
And before nothing can be done

'Cause without me
You got it all
So hold on
Without me you got it all
So hold on
Without me you got it all
Without me you got it all
So hold on
Without me you got it all
So hold on
Without me you got it all
So hold on
Hold on

My Angelic Perfect Greek Figure Lion

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Flightless Bird, American Mouth Lyrics (OST Twilight)

by Iron & Wine

I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere

Have I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth
Big pill looming

Now I'm a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold
And clean blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you
Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth
Big pill stuck going down

Wednesday, January 28, 2009


Feeling is your sixth sense. Called clairsentient (clear feeling), your inner voice is one that touches on your empathetic nature. What does this mean? Well, you're probably the most emotional of your friends and you are very in touch with the feelings of others.
As a clairsentient, you often know something is wrong because you experience an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach (or the opposite for good things). It might be that your friend has had a bad day--but hasn't told anyone--and somehow you just know what's going on. Often this type of intuitive knowledge cannot be explained.

We bet you've got a bunch of friends, and who wouldn't want a friend that just knows without being told...especially on those bad days.

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Clairsentience (also know as psychometry) is the ability to hold an object or touch someone and sense the energy surrounding that person, place or thing. A clairsentient is an individual who is empathetic and senses energies. Energies can be light or heavy, smooth or abrasive, prickly or gentle, peaceful and airy or good or bad. For example, when sensing a negative situation a clairsentient may feel sick, while a positive experience may feel like butterflies in the stomach, or a sense of feeling safe, peaceful and light. Learning to discern positive and negative energies can make all the difference when making decisions in life.

Spiritual advisors and counselors use clairsentience to feel and sense the information and thought-forms in energy fields. The information about the nature of energies is revealed in colors, lightness, darkness, or emotions such as joy or sadness. Sometimes clairsentients experience a sense of movement or stillness, relaying past, present and future life events. This ability is known to be essential for healers, counselors and therapists, or anyone who works with people - especially a psychic or spiritual advisor.

We are all born with this particular psychic ability. It's learning to regulate and protect the gift of sensing moods and emotions thats the tricky part! Aside from being honest and naïve, as children we are very open and tuned into the psychic world. As we grow older and experience life, to avoid trauma or negative experiences, we develop a thick skin, sheltering ourselves as we begin to interact with people other than the familiar circle of family and friends. These psychic gifts are often unconsciously left on the shelf, but fortunately they can be restored later life through spiritual development or during life-altering experiences.

To use clairsentience for yourself, or improve your connection with Psychic Source advisors who can use this gift on your behalf, it is important to listen to your internal feelings, impressions and sensations. Be aware of and communicate the physical and emotional responses from your gut instincts. By using clairsentience you can make sound decisions in all facets of life from love and relationships to career and spiritual development.

Clairsentience is the discipline of extending or projecting ones senses beyond the physical body.There are essentially only two varieties of Clairsentience: Sense Extension and Sense Projection. In its Latent form, clairsentience manifests as brief smells, sounds, or sights. These sensations are either just out of normal sensory range (such as just around a corner or on the other side of a door, or just over a hilltop), or are connected in some very familiar way to the psychic. A psychic child, for example, might "overhear" his mother talking about him while she is visiting a neighbor, for example, or might "just know" that his older brother was hiding up in the hayloft, without ever seeing or hearing him. This kind of "sixth sense" is often confused with latent manifestations of ESP, since the two are often indistinguishable to inexperienced latent psychics. The two are very different in actuality. ESP is an added "sense" which manifests, especially among latent psychics, as an intrusion onto the normal physical senses. Clairsentience will not detect anything that the psychics normal senses would not detect if the psychic were present at another location. For example, a blind man cannot see using Clairsentience, because he lacks the sense of sight. He could hear using Clairsentience, however, so long as he wasn't deaf as well.

Sense Extension

Sense Extension is the ability to extend ones senses a short distance from one�s body in order to overcome some barrier to normal sensing. In order to use Sense Extension, only barriers to sensing other than distance may limit the psychic. For example, a psychic is hiding behind a door. By using Sense Extension, the psychic can see what is on the other side of the door, or even what is in the next room or on the next floor, because if the intervening door, walls, or ceiling/floor were not in the way, the psychic would be able to see that far. The senses of hearing, smell, and even touch can be similarly extended (although extending the sense of touch has a much more limited application - feeling the texture and shape of something without removing the covering or wrapping, for example).

Sense Extension:
Default Difficulty Routine (4)
Marginal Success : The psychic may extend one sense anywhere within the Primary Zone.
Complete Success : The psychic may extend one sense anywhere within the Secondary Zone.
Superior Success : The psychic may extend one sense anywhere within normal sensory distance.
Extraordinary Success : The psychic may extend up to two senses anywhere within normal sensory distance.
Mythic Success : The psychic may extend up to three senses (typically sight, hearing, and smell) anywhere within normal sensory distance.


Experiencing other realities or entites through one or more of the five senses.


A tickling sensation on the hand or face during meditation.
A pressure on the top of the head when talking or connecting with a Spirit.
Hairs on the back of the neck standing on end when a spirit is near.
A sensation in the left side of the face when talking with spirit.
A floral gardenias.
Funny how smokers - especially cigar smokers - can be experienced as spirits by the smell of a "good cigar"!
A movement as a flick of white, purple, or blue light.
Seeing shadows in the periphery of your field of vision.
Sense Projection
Sense Projection is the ability to project ones senses far away from ones body. In order to do so, the psychic must meet one of two criteria. The psychic must be very familiar with a specific location, or must be very familiar with a specific person or object. If the psychic can locate a person using ESP, the difficulty for using Sense Projection is reduced by one for each level of success above Marginal on the ESP trial.

Once the psychic has projected her senses to a location, she can sense things as if she were actually present at that location, subject to the limits imposed by the Degree of Success she attains. With higher degrees of success come increasing clarity of sensation and control over perception.

Use of Sense Projection requires the psychic to make a Fatigue Trial with a difficulty equal to the difficulty of the Sense Projection Trial.

Sense Projection
Default Difficulty Moderate (9)
Marginal Success : The psychic may project her senses to any familiar location, object, or person, but the resulting sensory impressions are very vague and blurry.
Complete Success : The psychic may project her senses to any familiar location, object, or person, but the resulting sensory impressions are generally vague and blurry. Up to one sense will be slightly clearer.
Superior Success : The psychic may project her senses to any familiar location, object, or person. The resulting sensory impressions are generally vague, except for one sense, which will be very clear.
Extraordinary Success : The psychic may project her senses to any familiar location, object, or person. The resulting sensory impressions are somewhat blurry, except for two senses, which will be very clear.
Mythic Success The psychic may project her senses to any familiar location, object, or person. The resulting sensory impressions are clear.


Clairsentient is the term that is used to describe a psychic’s powerful sense of touch. This sense of touch allows a psychic or medium to feel what is happening around them in a house or in a specific area. Most psychics with this ability find it hard to be in areas that are near churches or cemeteries, both new and old. It is believed that after some are laid in to the ground, their spirit will roam the grounds in search of others who they know or simply because they have not accepted the fact that they have died. A psychic with clairsentient abilities will also allow them to transfer good feelings from a healthy person to a sick person.

Another ability of the clairsentient

A Clairsentient is an individual who perceives (as in a "sixth-sense") by feeling or having knowledge about an object. A good example of this extreme psychic ability is that a clairsentient is able to visualize an item without seeing an image of the specific item. Like a radar detector, a clairsentient possesses the internal power to see and feel radiation from objects that are invisible and out of site. A clairsentient can read "auras" of people and objects to discover their personal histories. In doing so, a clairsentient can sometimes see visions of the future. Not only this, a clairsentient can even sense the presence of spirits and discover events surrounding that individual's death.

A matter of fact, each person has at one time or another in his/her life experienced a clairsentient incident. Have you ever sensed a feeling that the doorbell was going to ring and you've walked toward the door just before it did? Or perhaps you've met a stranger and for unknown reasons, you know exacting facts about that person before you've ever seen or spoken with him? Another good example of clairsentient behavior would be that suddenly you've altered your destination or passage to that specific area. Instinctively, you've modified your usual routine and in doing so, you may have unwittingly averted a possible hazard. These are all clairsentient phenomenon.

Every person has clairsentient abilities; the key to self-discovery is to hone in on the particulars of an event prior to its occurrence. What prompted your "inner-sense," or what happened just before the incident transpired? These are questions that can be addressed by simply keeping track of clairsentient phenomena in a small notebook or journal.

Many people quickly discard clairsentient incidents as coincidence or perhaps they lack the recognizance of the behavior. If you are interested in learning whether you may possess clairsentient knowledge or if you'd just like to write about a clairsentient event in your life, feel free to submit your experience or contact one of our business members who can assist you in developing your clairsentient abilities further.

How To Develop The Abilities

Developing Clairsentience

The Way Brain Works in Clairsentience

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Forbidden Lover

- form of possession -
help me,
set free,
and release me,
from this agony...

Monday, January 26, 2009

Underworld Rise Of The Lycans : The Prelude (2009)

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Release Name: Underworld.Rise.of.the.Lycans.SUBBED.CAM.XviD-CiNEDUB
Release Date: 24/01/2009
Filename: cndb-underworld-cam
Source: CAM
Size: 706.70 MB
Genre: Action | Fantasy | Horror | Thriller
Video: XviD - 608×304 - 1083kbps
Audio: English - MP3
Subtitles: Hardcoded Hungarian
Runtime: 1hr19mins
IMDB Rating: 6.9/10 523 votes
RT Critics: 4.7/10 ( votes)
Directed By: Patrick Tatopoulos
Starring: Rhona Mitra, Bill Nighy, Michael Sheen, Steven Mackintosh

An origins story centered on the centuries-old feud between the race of aristocratic vampires and their onetime slaves, the Lycans.
The Prelude of Underworld and Underworld Evolution.

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Sunday, January 25, 2009

Starlight lyrics ( Black Holes And Revelations )

Starlight lyrics

Far away
The ship is taking me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

I will be chasing the starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms

My life
You electrify my life
Let's conspire to ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive

But I'll never let you go
If you promised not to fade away
Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms

Far away
The ship is taking me far away
Far away from the memories
Of the people who care if I live or die

And I'll never let you go
If you promise not to fade away
Never fade away

Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations
Our hopes and expectations
Black holes and revelations

Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold
You in my arms
I just wanted to hold

Linkin Park Leave Out All The Rest lyrics

Linkin Park
Leave Out All The Rest lyrics

I dreamed I was missing, you were so scared
But no one would listen, 'cause no one else cared
After my dreaming, I woke with this fear
What am I leaving when I'm done here?

So if you're asking me, I want you to know

When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
Don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest

Leave out all the rest, don't be afraid
I've taken my beating, I've shared what I made
I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through
I've never been perfect, but neither have you

So if you're asking me, I want you to know

When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
Don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting all the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well
Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are

When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
Don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest

Forgetting all the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well
Pretending someone else can come and save me from myself
I can't be who you are

I can't be who you are

Mute Math - Spotlight (Twilight Mix) lyrics

Mute Math - Spotlight (Twilight Mix) lyrics

Ahh ahh, ahh ahh)

You got a whole lot left to say now
You knocked all your wind out
You just tried too hard and you froze
I know, I know

What to say, what to say

Just take the fall
You're one of us
The spotlight is on
(Ahh ahh)
Oh the spotlight is on, oh

You know the one thing you're fighting to hold
Will be the one thing you've got to let go
And when you feel the wall cannot be burned
You're gonna die to try what can't be done
Gonna stay stay out but you don't care
Now is there nothing like the inside of you anywhere

Oh just take the fall
You're one of us
The spotlight is on
(Ahh ahh)
Oh the spotlight is on, yeah it's on

Because everyone would rather watch you fall
And we all are, yeah
And we all are, yeah
Just take a fall
You're one of us
The spotlight is on
(Ahh ahh)
Oh the spotlight is on
(Just take the fall)
Now you're one of us
Now you're, now you're, now you're, now you're one of us
Now you're, now you're, now you're one of us
Oh the spotlight is on

(Ahh ahh)

Against The Dark ( Movie 2009 )

Release InfoRelease Group: MiNdSkiN [P2P Group/User]
Release Name: Against.the.Dark(2009)DvdScr[MiNdSkiN]
Release Date: January 18, 2009
Filename: atd-mindskin
Source: DVDSCR
Size: 697.19 MB
Genre: Action | Horror | Thriller
Video: 560×386 (1.522:1) | 888kbps | 29.969fps
Audio: English | 128kbps | MP3
Subtitles: None
Runtime: 1hr 33mins
IMDB Rating: (awaiting 5 votes)
RT Critics: /10 ( votes)
Directed By: Richard Crudo
Starring: Steven Seagal, Tanoai Reed, Jenna Harrison, Danny Midwinter

Katana master Tao (Steven Seagal) leads a special ops squad of ex-military vigilantes on a massacre mission, their target: vampires. On the post-apocalyptic globe, sucked dry by bloodthirsty vampires, a few remaining survivors are trapped in an infected hospital. Tao is their only hope and he knows the only cure is execution. Now it’s time for the last stand against the flesh-eating vampires and there’s nothing left to lose but the last of humanity.

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Supermassive Black Hole Lyrics ( OST twilight )

Muse Supermassive Black Hole Lyrics Songwriters: Bellamy, Matthew;

Oh, baby don't you know I suffer ?!
Oh, baby can't you hear me moan ?!
You caught me under false pretenses
how long before you let me go ?!

Oooh, you set my soul alight
Oooh, you set my soul alight

Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstar sucked into the supermassive
(Oooh, you set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstar sucked into the supermassive
(Oooh, you set my soul alight)

I thought I was a fool for no one
Oh, baby I'm a fool for you
You're the queen of the superficial
And how long before you tell the truth ?!

Oooh, you set my soul alight
Oooh, you set my soul alight

Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstar sucked into the supermassive
(Oooh, you set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstar sucked into the supermassive
(Oooh, you set my soul alight)

Supermassive Black Hole
Supermassive Black Hole
Supermassive Black Hole
Supermassive Black Hole

Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstar sucked into the supermassive
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstar sucked into the supermassive

Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstar sucked into the supermassive
(Oooh, you set my soul alight)
Glaciers melting in the dead of night
And the superstar sucked into the supermassive
(Oooh, you set my soul alight)

Supermassive Black Hole
Supermassive Black Hole
Supermassive Black Hole
Supermassive Black Hole

Monday, January 19, 2009

Eyes On Fire lyrics

Eyes On Fire

by Blue Foundation (OST-Twilight)

I'll seek u out .
flay u alive .
One more word and u won't survive
and I'm not scared of ur stolen power .
I see right through u any hour
I will soothe ur vein .
I will ease ur strain .
u'll be waiting in vain .
I got nothing for u to game
I'm taking it slow .
feeding my flame .
shuffling the cards of ur game
and just in time .
in the right place .
suddenly I will play my ace

I will soothe ur vein .
I will ease ur strain .
u'll be waiting in vain
I got nothing for u to game

eyes on fire .
ur spine is ablaze .
felling any foe with my gaze
and just in time .
in the right place .
Steadily emerging with grace

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Eyes Of A Newborn Vampire

"Wait, wait, wait," Alice trilled from the doorway. She danced across the room,
dreamily graceful. As with Edward and Carlisle, I felt some shock as I really
looked at her face for the first time. So lovely. "You promised I could be there the
first time! What if you two run past something reflective?"
"Alice – ," Edward protested.
"It will only take a second!" And with that, Alice darted from the room.
Edward sighed.
"What is she talking about?"
But Alice was already back, carrying the huge, gilt-framed mirror from Rosalie's
room, which was nearly twice as tall as she was, and several times as wide.
Jasper had been so still and silent that I'd taken no notice of him since he'd followed
behind Carlisle. Now he moved again, to hover over Alice, his eyes locked
on my expression. Because I was the danger here.
I knew he would be tasting the mood around me, too, and so he must have felt
my jolt of shock as I studied his face, looking at it closely for the first time.
Through my sightless human eyes, the scars left from his former life with the
newborn armies in the South had been mostly invisible. Only with a bright light
to throw their slightly raised shapes into definition could I even make out their
Now that I could see, the scars were Jasper's most dominant feature. It was hard
to take my eyes off his ravaged neck and jaw – hard to believe that even a vampire
could have survived so many sets of teeth ripping into his throat.
Instinctively, I tensed to defend myself. Any vampire who saw Jasper would have
had the same reaction. The scars were like a lighted billboard.Dangerous, they
screamed. How many vampires had tried to kill Jasper? Hundreds? Thousands?
The same number that had died in the attempt
Jasper both saw and felt my assessment, my caution, and he smiled wryly.
"Edward gave me grief for not getting you to a mirror before the wedding," Alice
said, pulling my attention away from her frightening lover. Tm not going to be
chewed out again."
"Chewed out?" Edward asked skeptically, one eyebrow curving upward.
"Maybe I'm overstating things," she murmured absently as she turned the mirror
to face me.
"And maybe this has solely to do with your own voyeuristic gratification," he
Alice winked at him.
I was only aware of this exchange with the lesser part of my concentration. The
greater part was riveted on the person in the mirror.
My first reaction was an unthinking pleasure. The alien creature in the glass was
indisputably beautiful, every bit as beautiful as Alice or Esme. She was fluid even
in stillness, and her flawless face was pale as the moon against the frame of her
dark, heavy hair. Her limbs were smooth and strong, skin glistening subtly, luminous
as a pearl.
My second reaction was horror.
Whowas she? At first glance, I couldn't find my face anywhere in the smooth,
perfect planes of her features.
And her eyes! Though I'd known to expect them, her eyes still sent a thrill of terror
through me.
All the while I studied and reacted, her face was perfectly composed, a carving of
a goddess, showing nothing of the turmoil roiling inside me. And then her full
lips moved.
"The eyes?" I whispered, unwilling to saymy eyes. "How long?
"They'll darken up in a few months," Edward said in a soft, comforting voice.
"Animal blood dilutes the color more quickly than a diet of human blood. They'll
turn amber first, then gold."
My eyes would blaze like vicious red flames formonths?
"Months?" My voice was higher now, stressed. In the mirror, the perfect eyebrows
lifted incredulously above her glowing crimson eyes – brighter than any I'd
ever seen before.
Jasper took a step forward, alarmed by the intensity of my sudden anxiety. He
knew young vampires only too well; did this emotion presage some misstep on
my part?
No one answered my question. I looked away, to Edward and Alice. Both
their eyes were slightly...

From Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer

see also Eyes On Fire

How It Feels Turned To Be A Vampire

The pain was bewildering.
Exactly that – I was bewildered. I couldn't understand, couldn't make sense of
what was happening.
My body tried to reject the pain, and I was sucked again and again into a blackness
that cut out whole seconds or maybe even minutes of the agony, making it
that much harder to keep up with reality.
I tried to separate them.
Non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.
Reality was red, and it felt like I was being sawed in half, hit by a bus, punched
by a prize fighter, trampled by bulls, and submerged in acid, all at the same time.
Reality was feeling my body twist and flip when I couldn't possibly move because
of the pain.
Reality was knowing there was something so much more important than all this
torture, and not being able to remember what it was.
Reality had come on so fast.
One moment, everything was as it should have been. Surrounded by people I
loved. Smiles. Somehow, unlikely as it was, it seemed like I was about to get everything
I'd been fighting for.
And then one tiny, inconsequential thing had gone wrong.
I'd watched as my cup tilted, dark blood spilling out and staining the perfect
white, and I'd lurched toward the accident reflexively. I'd seen the other, faster
hands, but my body had continued to reach, to stretch...
Inside me, something had yanked the opposite direction.
Ripping. Breaking. Agony.
The darkness had taken over, and then washed away to a wave of torture. I
couldn't breathe – I had drowned once before, and this was different; it was too
hot in my throat.
Pieces of me shattering, snapping, slicing apart...
More blackness.
Voices, this time, shouting, as the pain came back.
'The placenta must have detached!"
Something sharper than knives ripped through me – the words, making sense in
spite of the other tortures.Detached placenta – I knew what that meant. It meant
that my baby was dying inside me.
"Get him out!" I screamed to Edward. Why hadn't he done it yet? "He can't
breathe! Do it now!"
"The morphine – "
He wanted to wait, to give me painkillers, while our baby was dying?!
"No! Now – ," I choked, unable to finish.
Black spots covered the light in the room as a cold point of new pain stabbed icily
into my stomach. It felt wrong – I struggled automatically to protect my womb,
my baby, my little Edward Jacob, but I was weak. My lungs ached, oxygen burned
The pain faded away again, though I clung to it now. My baby, my baby, dying...
How long had passed? Seconds or minutes? The pain was gone. Numb. I couldn't
feel. I still couldn't see, either, but I could hear. There was air in my lungs again,
scraping in rough bubbles up and down my throat.
"You stay withme now, Bella! Do you hear me? Stay! You're not leaving me. Keep
your heart beating!"
Jacob? Jacob, still here, still trying to save me.
Of course,I wanted to tell him. Of course I would keep my heart beating. Hadn't I
promised them both?
I tried to feel my heart, to find it, but I was so lost inside my own body. I couldn't
feel the things I should, and nothing felt in the right place. I blinked and I found
my eyes. I could see the light. Not what I was looking for, but better than nothing.
As my eyes struggled to adjust, Edward whispered, "Renesmee."
Not the pale and perfect son of my imagination? I felt a moment of shock. And
then a flood of warmth.
I willed my lips to move, willed the bubbles of air to turn into whispers on my
tongue. I forced my numb hands to reach.
"Let me... Give her to me."
The light danced, shattering off Edward's crystal hands. The sparkles were tinged
with red, with the blood that covered his skin. And more red in his hands. Something
small and struggling, dripping with blood. He touched the warm body to my
weak arms, almost like I was holding her. Her wet skin was hot – as hot as Jacob's.
My eyes focused; suddenly everything was absolutely clear.
Renesmee did not cry, but she breathed in quick, startled pants. Her eyes were
open, her expression so shocked it was almost funny. The little, perfectly round
head was covered in a thick layer of matted, bloody curls. Her
irises were a familiar – but astonishing – chocolate brown. Under the blood, her
skin looked pale, a creamy ivory. All besides her cheeks, which flamed with color.
Her tiny face was so absolutely perfect that it stunned me. She was even more
beautiful than her father. Unbelievable. Impossible.
"Renesmee," I whispered. "So... beautiful."
The impossible face suddenly smiled – a wide, deliberate smile. Behind the shellpink
lips was a full complement of snowy milk teeth.
She leaned her head down, against my chest, burrowing against the warmth. Her
skin was warm and silky, but it didn't give the way mine did.
Then there was pain again – just one warm slash of it. I gasped.
And she was gone. My angel-faced baby was nowhere. I couldn't see or feel her.
No!I wanted to shout.Give her back to me!
But the weakness was too much. My arms felt like empty rubber hoses for a moment,
and then they felt like nothing at all. I couldn't feel them. I couldn't feel me.
The blackness rushed over my eyes more solidly than before. Like a thick blindfold,
firm and fast. Covering not just my eyes but also myself with a crushing
weight. It was exhausting to push against it. I knew it would be so much easier to
give in. To let the blackness push me down, down, down to a place where there
was no pain and no weariness and no worry and no fear.
If it had only been for myself, I wouldn't have been able to struggle very long. I
was only human, with no more than human strength. I'd been trying to keep up
with the supernatural for too long, like Jacob had said.
But this wasn't just about me.
If I did the easy thing now, let the black nothingness erase me, I would hurt
Edward. Edward. My life and his were twisted into a single strand. Cut one, and
you cut both. If he were gone, I would not be able to live through that. If I were
gone, he wouldn't live through it, either. And a world without Edward seemed
completely pointless. Edwardhad to exist.
Jacob – who'd said goodbye to me over and over but kept coming back when I
needed him. Jacob, who I'd wounded so many times it was criminal. Would I hurt
him again, the worst way yet? He'd stayed for me, despite everything. Now all he
asked was that I stay for him.
But it was so dark here that I couldn't see either of their faces. Nothing seemed
real. That made it hard not to give up.
I kept pushing against the black, though, almost a reflex. I wasn't trying to lift it.
I was just resisting. Not allowing it to crush me completely. I wasn't Atlas, and
the black felt as heavy as a planet; I couldn't shoulder it. All I could do was not be
entirely obliterated.
It was sort of the pattern to my life – I'd never been strong enough to deal with
the things outside my control, to attack the enemies or outrun them. To avoid the
pain. Always human and weak, the only thing I'd ever been able to
do was keep going. Endure. Survive.
It had been enough up to this point. It would have to be enough today. I would
endure this until help came.
I knew Edward would be doing everything he could. He would not give up. Neither
would I.
I held the blackness of nonexistence at bay by inches.
It wasn't enough, though – that determination. As the time ground on and on
and the darkness gained by tiny eighths and sixteenths of my inches, I needed
something more to draw strength from.
I couldn't pull even Edward's face into view. Not Jacob's, not Alice's or Rosalie's
or Charlie's or Renee's or Carlisle's or Esme's... Nothing. It terrified me, and I
wondered if it was too late.
I felt myself slipping – there was nothing to hold on to.
No!I had to survive this. Edward was depending on me. Jacob. Charlie Alice
Rosalie Carlisle Renee Esme...
And then, though I still couldn't see anything, suddenly I couldfeel something.
Like phantom limbs, I imagined I could feel my arms again. And in them, something
small and hard and very, very warm.
My baby. My little nudger.
I had done it. Against the odds, Ihad been strong enough to survive Renesmee, to
hold on to her until she was strong enough to live without me.
That spot of heat in my phantom arms felt so real. I clutched it closer. It was exactly
where my heart should be. Holding tight the warm memory of my daughter,
I knew that I would be able to fight the darkness as long as I needed to.
The warmth beside my heart got more and more real, warmer and warmer. Hotter.
The heat was so real it was hard to believe that I was imagining it.
Uncomfortable now. Too hot. Much, much too hot.
Like grabbing the wrong end of a curling iron – my automatic response was to
drop the scorching thing in my arms. But there was nothing in my arms. My arms
were not curled to my chest. My arms were dead things lying somewhere at my
side. The heat was inside me.
The burning grew – rose and peaked and rose again until it surpassed anything
I'd ever felt.
I felt the pulse behind the fire raging now in my chest and realized that I'd found
my heart again, just in time to wish I never had. To wish that I'd embraced the
blackness while I'd still had the chance. I wanted to raise my arms and claw my
chest open and rip the heart from it – anything to get rid of this torture. But I
couldn't feel my arms, couldn't move one vanished finger.
James, snapping my leg under his foot. That was nothing. That was a soft place
to rest on a feather bed. I'd take that now, a hundred times. A hundred snaps. I'd
take it and be grateful.
The baby, kicking my ribs apart, breaking her way through me piece by piece.
That was nothing. That was floating in a pool of cool water. I'd take it a thousand
times. Take it and be grateful.
The fire blazed hotter and I wanted to scream. To beg for someone to kill me
now, before I lived one more second in this pain. But I couldn't move my lips. The
weight was still there, pressing on me.
I realized it wasn't the darkness holding me down; it was my body. So heavy.
Burying me in the flames that were chewing their way out from my heart now,
spreading with impossible pain through my shoulders and stomach, scalding
their way up my throat, licking at my face.
Why couldn't I move? Why couldn't I scream? This wasn't part of the stories.
My mind was unbearably clear – sharpened by the fierce pain – and I saw the
answer almost as soon as I could form the questions.
The morphine.
It seemed like a million deaths ago that we'd discussed it – Edward, Carlisle, and
I. Edward and Carlisle had hoped that enough painkillers would help fight the
pain of the venom. Carlisle had tried with Emmett, but the venom had burned
ahead of the medicine, sealing his veins. There hadn't been time for it to spread.
I'd kept my face smooth and nodded and thanked my rarely lucky stars that Edward
could not read my mind.
Because I'd had morphine and venom together in my system before, and I knew
the truth. I knew the numbness of the medicine was completely irrelevant while
the venom seared through my veins. But there'd been no way I was going to mention
that fact. Nothing that would make him more unwilling to change me.
I hadn't guessed that the morphine would have this effect – that it would pin me
down and gag me. Hold me paralyzed while I burned.
I knew all the stories. I knew that Carlisle had kept quiet enough to avoid discovery
while he burned. I knew that, according to Rosalie, it did no good to scream.
And I'd hoped that maybe I could be like Carlisle. That I would believe Rosalie's
words and keep my mouth shut. Because I knew that every scream that escaped
my lips would torment Edward.
Now it seemed like a hideous joke that i was getting my wish fulfilled.
If I couldn't scream,how could I tell them to kill me?
All I wanted was to die. To never have been born. The whole of my existence did
not outweigh this pain. Wasn't worth living through it for one more heartbeat.
Let me die, let me die, let me die.
And, for a never-ending space, that was all there was. Just the fiery torture, and
my soundless shrieks, pleading for death to come. Nothing else, not even time. So
that made it infinite, with no beginning and no end. One infinite moment of pain.
The only change came when suddenly, impossibly, my pain was doubled. The
lower half of my body, deadened since before the morphine, was suddenly on fire,
too. Some broken connection had been healed – knitted together by the scorching
fingers of the flame.
The endless burn raqed on.
It could have been seconds or days, weeks or years, but, eventually, time came to
mean something again.
Three things happened together, grew from each other so that I didn't know
which came first: time restarted, the morphine's weight faded, and I got stronger.
I could feel the control of my body come back to me in increments, and those increments
were my first markers of the time passing. I knew it when I was able to
twitch my toes and twist my fingers into fists. I knew it, but I did not act on it.
Though the fire did not decrease one tiny degree – in fact, I began to develop a
new capacity for experiencing it, a new sensitivity to appreciate, separately, each
blistering tongue of flame that licked through my veins – I discovered that I could
think around it.
I could rememberwhy I shouldn't scream. I could remember the reason why I'd
committed to enduring this unendurable agony. I could remember that, though it
felt impossible now, there was something that might be worth the torture.
This happened just in time for me to hold on when the weights left my body. To
anyone watching me, there would be no change. But for me, as I struggled to keep
the screams and thrashing locked up inside my body, where they couldn't hurt
anyone else, it felt like I'd gone from beingtied to the stake as I burned, togripping
that stake to hold myself in the fire.
I had just enough strength to lie there unmoving while I was charred alive.
My hearing got clearer and clearer, and I could count the frantic, pounding beats
of my heart to mark the time.
I could count the shallow breaths that gasped through my teeth.
I could count the low, even breaths that came from somewhere close beside me.
These moved slowest, so I concentrated on them. They meant the most time passing.
More even than a clock's pendulum, those breaths pulled me through the
burning seconds toward the end.
I continued to get stronger, my thoughts clearer. When new noises came, I could
There were light footsteps, the whisper of air stirred by an opening door. The
footsteps gotcloser, and I felt pressure against the inside of my wrist. I couldn't
feel the coolness of the fingers. The fire blistered away every memory of cool.
"Still no change?"
The lightest pressure, breath against my scorched skin.
"There's no scent of the morphine left."
"I know."
"Bella? Can you hear me?"
I knew, beyond all doubt, that if I unlocked my teeth I would lose it – I would
shriek and screech and writhe and
thrash. If I opened my eyes, if I so much as twitched a finger – any change at all
would be the end of my control.
"Bella? Bella, love? Can you open your eyes? Can you squeeze my hand?"
Pressure on my fingers. It was harder not to answer this voice, but I stayed paralyzed.
I knew that the pain in his voice now was nothing compared to what itcould
be. Right now he only feared that I was suffering.
"Maybe... Carlisle, maybe I was too late." His voice was muffled; it broke on the
My resolve wavered for a second.
"Listen to her heart, Edward. It's stronger than even Emmett's was. I've never
heard anything sovital. Shell be perfect."
Yes, I was right to keep quiet. Carlisle would reassure him. He didn't need to suffer
with me.
"And her – her spine?"
"Her injuries weren't so much worse than Esme's. The venom will heal her as it
did Esme."
"But she's so still. Imust have done something wrong."
"Or something right, Edward. Son, you did everything I could have and more.
I'm not sure I would have had the persistence, the faith it took to save her. Stop
berating yourself. Bella is going to be fine."
A broken whisper. "She must be in agony."
"We don't know that. She had so much morphine in her system. We don't know
the effect that will have on her experience."
Faint pressure inside the crease of my elbow. Another whisper. "Bella, I love you.
Bella, I'm sorry."
I wanted so much to answer him, but I wouldn't make his pain worse. Not while I
had the strength to hold myself still.
Through all this, the racking fire went right on burning me. But there was so
much space in my head now. Room to ponder their conversation, room to remember
what had happened, room to look ahead to the future, with still endless
room left over to suffer in.
Also room to worry.
Where was my baby? Why wasn't she here? Why weren't they talking about her?
"No, I'm staying right here," Edward whispered, answering an unspoken
thought. "They'll sort it out."
"An interesting situation," Carlisle responded. "And I'd thought I'd seen just
about everything."
"I'll deal with it later.We'll deal with it." Something pressed softly to my blistering
"I'm sure, between the five of us, we can keep it from turning into bloodshed."
Edward sighed. "I don't know which side to take. I'd love to flog them both. Well,
"I wonder what Bella will think – whose side she'll take," Carlisle mused.
One low, strained chuckle. "I'm sure she'll surprise me. She always does."
Carlisle's footsteps faded away again, and I was frustrated that there was no further
explanation. Were they talking so mysteriously just to annoy me?
I went back to counting Edward's breaths to mark the time.
Ten thousand, nine hundred forty-three breaths later, a different set of footsteps
whispered into the room. Lighter. More... rhythmic.
Strange that I could distinguish the minute differences between footsteps that I'd
never been able to hear at all before today.
"How much longer?" Edward asked.
"It won't be long now," Alice told him. "See how clear she's becoming? I can see
her so much better." She sighed.
"Still feeling a little bitter?"
"Yes, thanks so much for bringing it up," she grumbled. "You would be mortified,
too, if you realized that you were handcuffed by your own nature. I see vampires
best, because I am one; I see humans okay, because I was one. But I can't see
these odd half-breeds at all because they're nothing I've experienced. Bah!"
"Focus, Alice."
"Right. Bella's almost too easy to see now."
There was a long moment of silence, and then Edward sighed. It was a new
sound, happier.
"She's really going to be fine," he breathed.
"Of course she is."
"You weren't so sanguine two days ago."
"I couldn'tsee right two days ago. But now that she's free of all the blind spots,
it's a piece of cake."
"Could you concentrate for me? On the clock – give me an estimate."
Alice sighed. "So impatient. Fine. Give me a sec – "
Quiet breathing.
"Thank you, Alice." His voice was brighter.
How long?Couldn't they at least say it aloud for me? Was that too much to ask?
How many more seconds would I burn? Ten thousand? Twenty? Another day –
eighty-six thousand, four hundred? More than that?
"She's going to be dazzling."
Edward growled quietly. "She always has been."
Alice snorted. "You know what I mean.Look at her."
Edward didn't answer, but Alice's words gave me hope that maybe I didn't resemble
the charcoal briquette I felt like. It seemed as if Imust be just a pile of
charred bones by now. Every cell in my body had been razed to ash.
I heard Alice breeze out of the room. I heard the swish of the fabric she moved,
rubbing against itself. I heard the quiet buzz of the light hanging from the ceiling.
I heard the faint wind brushing against the outside of the house. I could heareverything.
Downstairs, someone was watching a ball game. The Mariners were winning by
two runs.
"It's myturn" I heard Rosalie snap at someone, and there was a low snarl in response.
"Hey, now," Emmett cautioned.
Someone hissed.
I listened for more, but there was nothing but the game. Baseball was not interesting
enough to distract me from the pain, so I listened to Edward's breathing
again, counting the seconds.
Twenty-one thousand, nine hundred seventeen and a half seconds later, the pain
On the good-news side of things, it started to fade from my fingertips and toes.
Fadingslowly, but at least it was doing something new. This had to be it. The pain
was on its way out...
And then the bad news. The fire in my throat wasn't the same as before. I wasn't
only on fire, but I was now parched, too. Dry as bone. So thirsty. Burning fire,
and burning thirst...
Also bad news: The fire inside my heart got hotter.
How was thatpossible?
My heartbeat, already too fast, picked up – the fire drove its rhythm to a new
frantic pace.
"Carlisle," Edward called. His voice was low but clear. I knew that Carlisle would
hear it, if he were in or near the house.
The fire retreated from my palms, leaving them blissfully pain-free and cool. But
it retreated to my heart, which blazed hot as the sun and beat at a furious new
Carlisle entered the room, Alice at his side. Their footsteps were so distinct, I
could even tell that Carlisle was on the right, and a foot ahead of Alice.
"Listen," Edward told them.
The loudest sound in the room was my frenzied heart, pounding to the rhythm of
the fire.
"Ah," Carlisle said. "It's almost over."
My relief at his words was overshadowed by the excruciating pain in my heart.
My wrists were free, though, and my ankles. The fire was totally extinguished
"Soon," Alice agreed eagerly. "I'll get the others. Should I have Rosalie... ?"
"Yes – keep the baby away."
What? No.No! What did he mean, keep my baby away? What was he thinking?
My fingers twitched – the irritation breaking through my perfect facade. The
room went silent besides the jack-hammering of my heart as they all stopped
breathing for a second in response.
A hand squeezed my wayward fingers. "Bella? Bella, love?"
Could I answer him without screaming? I considered that for a moment, and
then the fire ripped hotter still through my chest, draining in from my elbows and
knees. Better not to chance it.
'Til bring them right up," Alice said, an urgent edge to her tone, and I heard the
swish of wind as she darted away.
And then – oh!
My heart took off, beating like helicopter blades, the sound almost a single sustained
note; it felt like it would grind through my ribs. The fire flared up in the
center of my chest, sucking the last remnants of the flames from the
rest of my body to fuel the most scorching blaze yet. The pain was enough to stun
me, to break through my iron grip on the stake. My back arched, bowed as if the
fire was dragging me upward by my heart.
I allowed no other piece of my body to break rank as my torso slumped back to
the table.
It became a battle inside me – my sprinting heart racing against the attacking
fire. Both were losing. The fire was doomed, having consumed everything that
was combustible; my heart galloped toward its last beat.
The fire constricted, concentrating inside that one remaining human organ with
a final, unbearable surge. The surge was answered by a deep, hollow-sounding
thud. My heart stuttered twice, and then thudded quietly again just once more.
There was no sound. No breathing. Not even mine.
For a moment, the absence of pain was all I could comprehend.
And then I opened my eyes and gazed above me in wonder.
20. NEW
Everything was soclear.
Sharp. Defined.
The brilliant light overhead was still blinding-bright, and yet I could plainly see
the glowing strands of the filaments inside the bulb. I could see each color of the
rainbow in the white light, and, at the very edge of the spectrum, an eighth color I
had no name for.
Behind the light, I could distinguish the individual grains in the dark wood ceiling
above. In front of it, I could see the dust motes in the air, the sides the light
touched, and the dark sides, distinct and separate. They spun like little planets,
moving around each other in a celestial dance.
The dust was so beautiful that I inhaled in shock; the air whistled down my
throat, swirling the motes into a vortex. The action felt wrong. I considered, and
realized the problem was that there was no relief tied to the action. I didn't need
the air. My lungs weren't waiting for it. They reacted indifferently to the influx.
I did not need the air, but Iliked it. In it, I could taste the room around me – taste
the lovely dust motes, the mix of the stagnant air mingling with the flow of
slightly cooler air from the open door. Taste a lush whiff of silk. Taste a faint hint
of something warm and desirable, something that should be moist, but wasn't...
That smell made my throat burn dryly, a faint echo of the venom burn, though
the scent was tainted by the bite of chlorine and ammonia. And most of all, I
could taste an almost-honey-lilac-and-sun-flavored scent that was the strongest
thing, the closest thing to me.
I heard the sound of the others, breathing again now that I did. Their breath
mixed with the scent that was something just off honey and lilac and sunshine,
bringing new flavors. Cinnamon, hyacinth, pear, seawater, rising bread, pine, vanilla,
leather, apple, moss, lavender, chocolate.... I traded a dozen different comparisons
in my mind, but none of them fit exactly. So sweet and pleasant.
The TV downstairs had been muted, and I heard someone – Rosalie? – shift her
weight on the first floor.
I also heard a faint, thudding rhythm, with a voice shouting angrily to the beat.
Rap music? I was mystified for a moment, and then the sound faded away like a
car passing by with the windows rolled down.
With a start, I realized that this could be exactly right. Could I hear all the way to
the freeway?
I didn't realize someone was holding my hand until whoever it was squeezed it
lightly. Like it had before to hide the pain, my body locked down again in surprise.
This was not a touch I expected. The skin was perfectly smooth, but it was
the wrong temperature. Not cold.
After that first frozen second of shock, my body responded to the unfamiliar
touch in a way that shocked me even more.
Air hissed up my throat, spitting through my clenched teeth with a low, menacing
sound like a swarm of bees. Before the sound was out, my muscles bunched
and arched, twisting away from the unknown. I flipped off my back in a spin so
fast it should have turned the room into an incomprehensible blur – but it did
not. I saw every dust mote, every splinter in the wood-paneled walls, every loose
thread in microscopic detail as my eyes whirled past them.
So by the time I found myself crouched against the wall defensively – about a
sixteenth of a second later – I already understood what had startled me, and that
I had overreacted.
Oh. Of course. Edward wouldn't feel cold to me. We were the same temperature
I held my pose for an eighth of a second longer, adjusting to the scene before me.
Edward was leaning across the operating table that had been my pyre, his hand
reached out toward me, his expression anxious.
Edward's face was the most important thing, but my peripheral vision catalogued
everything else, just in case. Some instinct to defend had been triggered, and I
automatically searched for any sign of danger.
My vampire family waited cautiously against the far wall by the door, Emmett
and Jasper in the front. Like therewas danger. My nostrils flared, searching for
the threat. I could smell nothing out of place. That faint scent of something delicious
– but marred by harsh chemicals – tickled my throat again, setting it to
aching and burning.
Alice was peeking around Jasper's elbow with a huge grin on her face; the light
sparkled off her teeth, another eight-color rainbow.
That grin reassured me and then put the pieces together. Jasper and Emmett
were in the front to protect the others, as I had assumed. What I hadn't grasped
immediately was that / was the danger.
All this was a sideline. The greater part of my senses and my mind were still focused
on Edward's face.
I had never seen it before this second.
How many times had I stared at Edward and marveled over his beauty? How
many hours – days, weeks – of my life had I spent dreaming about what I then
deemed to be perfection? I thought I'd known his face better than my own. I'd
thought this was the one sure physical thing in my whole world: the flawlessness
of Edward's face.
I may as well have been blind.
For the first time, with the dimming shadows and limiting weakness of humanity
taken off my eyes, I saw his face. I gasped and then struggled with my vocabulary,
unable to find the right words. I needed better words.
At this point, the other part of my attention had ascertained that there was no
danger here besides myself, and I automatically straightened out of my crouch;
almost a whole second had passed since I'd been on the table.
I was momentarily preoccupied by the way my body moved. The instant I'd considered
standing erect, I was already straight. There was no brief fragment of
time in which the action occurred; change was instantaneous, almost as if there
was no movement at all.
I continued to stare at Edward's face, motionless again.
He moved slowly around the table – each step taking nearly half a second, each
step flowing sinuously like river water weaving over smooth stones – his hand
still outstretched.
I watched the grace of his advance, absorbing it with my new eyes.
"Bella?" he asked in a low, calming tone, but the worry in his voice layered my
name with tension.
I could not answer immediately, lost as I was in the velvet folds of his voice. It
was the most perfect symphony, a symphony in one instrument, an instrument
more profound than any created by man...
"Bella, love? I'm sorry, I know it's disorienting. But you're all right. Everything is
Everything? My mind spun out, spiraling back to my last human hour. Already,
the memory seemed dim, like I was watching through a thick, dark veil – because
my human eyes had been half blind. Everything had been so blurred.
When he said everything was fine, did that include Renesmee? Where was she?
With Rosalie? I tried to remember her face – I knew that she had been beautiful
– but it was irritating to try to see through the human memories. Her face was
shrouded in darkness, so poorly lit...
What about Jacob? Washe fine? Did my long-suffering best friend hate me now?
Had he gone back to Sam's pack? Seth and Leah, too?
Were the Cullens safe, or had my transformation ignited the war with the pack?
Did Edward's blanket assurance cover all of that? Or was he just trying to calm
And Charlie? What would I tell him now? He must have called while I was burning.
What had they told him? What did he think had happened to me?
As I deliberated for one small piece of a second over which question to ask first,
Edward reached out tentatively and stroked his fingertips across my cheek.
Smooth as satin, soft as a feather, and now exactly matched to the temperature of
my skin.
His touch seemed to sweep beneath the surface of my skin, right through the
bones of my face. The feeling was tingly, electric – it jolted through my bones,
down my spine, and trembled in my stomach.
Wait,I thought as the trembling blossomed into a warmth, a yearning. Wasn't I
supposed to lose this? Wasn't giving up this feeling a part of the bargain?
I was a newborn vampire. The dry, scorching ache in my throat gave proof to
that. And I knew what being a newborn entailed. Human emotions and longings
would come back to me later in some form, but I'd accepted that I would not feel
them in the beginning. Only thirst. That was the deal, the price. I'd agreed to pay
But as Edward's hand curled to the shape of my face like satin-covered steel, desire
raced through my dried-out veins, singing from my scalp to my toes.
He arched one perfect eyebrow, waiting for me to speak.
I threw my arms around him.
Again, it was like there was no movement. One moment I stood straight and still
as a statue; in the same instant, he was in my arms.
Warm – or at least, that was my perception. With the sweet, delicious scent that
I'd never been able to really take in with my dull human senses, but that was one
hundred percent Edward. I pressed my face into his smooth chest.
And then he shifted his weight uncomfortably. Leaned away from my embrace. I
stared up at his face, confused and frightened by the rejection.
"Urn... carefully, Bella. Ow."
I yanked my arms away, folding them behind my back as soon as I understood.
I was too strong.
"Oops," I mouthed.
He smiled the kind of smile that would have stopped my heart if it were still
"Don't panic, love," he said, lifting his hand to touch my lips, parted in horror.
"You're just a bit stronger than I am for the moment."
My eyebrows pushed together. I'd known this, too, but it felt more surreal than
any other part of this ultimately surreal moment. I was stronger than Edward. I'd
made him sayow.
His hand stroked my cheek again, and I all but forgot my distress as another
wave of desire rippled through my motionless body.
These emotions were so much stronger than I was used to that it was hard to
stick to one train of thought despite the extra room in my head. Each new sensation
overwhelmed me. I remembered Edward saying once – his voice in my head
a weak shadow compared to the crystal, musical clarity I was hearing now – that
his kind,our kind, were easily distracted. I could see why.
I made a concerted effort to focus. There was something I needed to say. The
most important thing.
Very carefully, so carefully that the movement was actually discernible, I brought
my right arm out from behind my back and raised my hand to touch his cheek. I
refused to let myself be sidetracked by the pearly color of my hand or by the
smooth silk of his skin or by the charge that zinged in my fingertips.
I stared into his eyes and heard my own voice for the first time.
"I love you," I said, but it sounded like singing. My voice rang and shimmered
like a bell.
His answering smile dazzled me more than it ever had when I was human; I
could really see it now.
"As I love you," he told me.
He took my face between his hands and leaned his face to mine – slow enough to
remind me to be careful. He
kissed me, soft as a whisper at first, and then suddenly stronger, fiercer. I tried to
remember to be gentle with him, but it was hard work to remember anything in
the onslaught of sensation, hard to hold on to any coherent thoughts.
It was like he'd never kissed me – like this was our first kiss. And, in truth, he'd
never kissed methis way before.
It almost made me feel guilty. Surely I was in breach of the contract. I couldn't be
allowed to have this, too.
Though I didn't need oxygen, my breathing sped, raced as fast as it had when I
was burning. This was a different kind of fire.
Someone cleared his throat. Emmett. I recognized the deep sound at once, joking
and annoyed at the same time.
I'd forgotten we weren't alone. And then I realized that the way I was curved
around Edward now was not exactly polite for company.
Embarrassed, I half-stepped away in another instantaneous movement.
Edward chuckled and stepped with me, keeping his arms tight around my waist.
His face was glowing – like a white flame burned from behind his diamond skin.
I took an unnecessary breath to settle myself.
How different this kissing was! I read his expression as I compared the indistinct
human memories to this clear, intense feeling. He looked... a little smug.
"You've been holding out on me," I accused in my singing voice, my eyes narrowing
a tiny bit.
He laughed, radiant with relief that it was all over – the fear, the pain, the uncertainties,
the waiting, all of it behind us now. "It was sort of necessary at the time,"
he reminded me. "Now it's your turn to not break me." He laughed again.

From Breaking_Dawn by Stephenie Meyer

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Making Love To A Vampire ?!

"Thorough," I murmured under my breath, and he chuckled. It was a nervous
sound, rare for Edward.
"I tried to think of everything that would make this... easier," he admitted.
I swallowed loudly, still facing away from him. Had there ever been a honeymoon
like this before?
I knew the answer to that. No. There had not.
"I was wondering,'7Edward said slowly, "if... first... maybe you'd like to take a
midnight swim with me?" He took a deep breath, and his voice was more at ease
when he spoke again. "The water will be very warm. This is the kind of beach you
approve of."
"Sounds nice." My voice broke.
"I'm sure you'd like a human minute or two.... It was a long journey."
I nodded woodenly. I felt barely human; maybe a few minutes alone would help.
His lips brushed against my throat, just below my ear. He chuckled once and his
cool breath tickled my overheated skin. "Don't taketoo long, Mrs. Cullen."
I jumped a little at the sound of my new name.
His lips brushed down my neck to the tip of my shoulder. "I'll wait for you in the
He walked past me to the French door that opened right onto the beach sand. On
the way, he shrugged out of his shirt, dropping it on the floor, and then slipped
through the door into the moonlit night. The sultry, salty air swirled into the
room behind him.
Did my skin burst into flames? I had to look down to check. Nope, nothing was
burning. At least, not visibly.
I reminded myself to breathe, and then I stumbled toward the giant suitcase that
Edward had opened on top of a low white dresser. It must be mine, because my
familiar bag of toiletries was right on top, and there was a lot of pink in there, but
I didn't recognize even one article of clothing. As I pawed through the neatly
folded piles – looking for something familiar and comfortable, a pair of old
sweats maybe – it came to my attention that there was an awful lot of sheer lace
and skimpy satin in my hands. Lingerie. Very lingerie-ish lingerie, with French
I didn't know how or when, but someday, Alice was going to pay for this.
Giving up, I went to the bathroom and peeked out through the long windows that
opened to the same beach as the French doors. I couldn't see him; I guessed he
was there in the water, not bothering to come up for air. In the sky above, the
moon was lopsided, almost full, and the sand was bright white under its shine. A
small movement caught my eye – draped over a bend in one of the palm trees
that fringed the beach, the rest of his clothes were swaying in the light breeze.
A rush of heat flashed across my skin again.
I took a couple of deep breaths and then went to the mirrors above the long
stretch of counters. I looked exactly like I'd been sleeping on a plane all day. I
found my brush and yanked it harshly through the snarls on the back of my neck
until they were smoothed out and the bristles were full of hair. I brushed my
teeth meticulously, twice. Then I washed my face and splashed water on the back
of my neck, which was feeling feverish. That felt so good that I washed my arms
as well, and finally I decided to just give up and take the shower. I knew it was
ridiculous to shower before swimming, but I needed to calm down, and hot water
was one reliable way to do that.
Also, shaving my legs again seemed like a pretty good idea.
When I was done, I grabbed a huge white towel off the counter and wrapped it
under my arms.
Then I was faced with a dilemma I hadn't considered. What was I supposed to
put on? Not a swimsuit, obviously. But it seemed silly to put my clothes back on,
too. I didn't even want to think about the things Alice had packed for me.
My breathing started to accelerate again and my hands trembled – so much for
the calming effects of the shower. I started to feel a little dizzy, apparently a fullscale
panic attack on the way. I sat down on the cool tile floor in my big towel and
put my head between my knees. I prayed he wouldn't decide to come look for me
before I could pull myself together. I could imagine what he would think if he saw
me going to pieces this way. It wouldn't be hard for him to convince himself that
we were making a mistake.
And I wasn't freaking out because I thought we were making a mistake. Not
atall. I was freaking out because I had no idea how to do this, and I was afraid to
walk out of this room and face the unknown. Especially in French lingerie. I knew
I wasn't ready forthat yet
This felt exactly like having to walk out in front of a theater full of thousands
with no idea what my lines were.
How did people do this – swallowall their fears and trust someone else so implicitly
with every imperfection and fear they had – with less than the absolute
commitment Edward had given me? if it weren't Edward out there, if I didn't
know in every cell of my body that he loved me as much as I loved him – unconditionally
and irrevocably and, to be honest, irrationally – I'd never be able to get
up off this floor.
But itwas Edward out there, so I whispered the words "Don't be a coward" under
my breath and scrambled to my feet. I hitched the towel tighter under my arms
and marched determinedly from the bathroom. Past the suitcase full of lace and
the big bed without looking at either. Out the open glass door onto the powderfine
Everything was black-and-white, leached colorless by the moon. I walked slowly
across the warm powder, pausing beside the curved tree where he had left his
clothes. I laid my hand against the rough bark and checked my breathing to make
sure it was even. Or even enough.
I looked across the low ripples, black in the darkness, searching for him.
He wasn't hard to find. He stood, his back to me, waist deep in the midnight water,
staring up at the oval moon. The pallid light of the moon turned his skin a
perfect white, like the sand, like the moon itself, and made his wet hair black as
the ocean. He was motionless, his hands resting palms down against the water;
the low waves broke around him as if he were a stone. I stared at the smooth lines
of his back, his shoulders, his arms, his neck, theflawless shape of him....
The fire was no longer a flash burn across my skin – it was slow and deep now; it
smoldered away all my awkwardness, my shy uncertainty. I slipped the towel off
without hesitation, leaving it on the tree with his clothes, and walked out into the
white light; it made me pale as the snowy sand, too.
I couldn't hear the sound of my footsteps as I walked to the water's edge, but I
guessed that he could. Edward did not turn. I let the gentle swells break over my
toes, and found that he'd been right about the temperature – it was very warm,
like bath water. I stepped in, walking carefully across the invisible ocean floor,
but my care was unnecessary; the sand continued perfectly smooth, sloping gently
toward Edward. I waded through the weightless
current till I was at his side, and then I placed my hand lightly over his cool hand
lying on the water.
"Beautiful," I said, looking up at the moon, too.
"It's all right," he answered, unimpressed. He turned slowly to face me; little
waves rolled away from his movement and broke against my skin. His eyes
looked silver in his ice-colored face. He twisted his hand up so that he could twine
our fingers beneath the surface of the water. It was warm enough that his cool
skin did not raise goose bumps on mine.
"But I wouldn't use the wordbeautiful" he continued. "Not with you standing
here in comparison."
I half-smiled, then raised my free hand – it didn't tremble now – and placed it
over his heart. White on white; we matched, for once. He shuddered the tiniest
bit at my warm touch. His breath came rougher now.
"I promised we wouldtry" he whispered, suddenly tense. "If... if I do something
wrong, if I hurt you, you must tell me at once."
I nodded solemnly, keeping my eyes on his. I took another step through the
waves and leaned my head against his chest.
"Don't be afraid," I murmured. "We belong together."
I was abruptly overwhelmed by the truth of my own words. This moment was so
perfect, so right, there was no way to doubt it.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me against him, summer and winter. It
felt like every nerve ending in my body was a live wire.
"Forever," he agreed, and then pulled us gently into deeper water.
The sun, hot on the bare skin of my back, woke me in the morning. Late morning,
maybe afternoon, I wasn't sure. Everything besides the time was clear,
though; I knew exactly where I was – the bright room with the big white bed, brilliant
sunlight streaming through the open doors. The clouds of netting would soften
the shine.
I didn't open my eyes. I was too happy to change anything, no matter how small.
The only sounds were the waves outside, our breathing, my heartbeat...
I was comfortable, even with the baking sun. His cool skin was the perfect antidote
to the heat. Lying across his wintry chest, his arms wound around me, felt
very easy and natural. I wondered idly what I'd been so panicky about last night.
My fears all seemed silly now.
His fingers softly trailed down the contours of my spine, and I knew that he knew
I was awake. I kept my eyes shut and tightened my arms around his neck, holding
myself closer to him.
He didn't speak; his fingers moved up and down my back, barely touching it as
he lightly traced patterns on my skin.
I would have been happy to lie here forever, to never disturb this moment, but
my body had other ideas. I laughed at my impatient stomach. It seemed sort of
prosaic to be hungry after all that had passed last night. Like
being brought back down to earth from some great height.
"What's funny?" he murmured, still stroking my back. The sound of his voice,
serious and husky, brought with it a deluge of memories from the night, and I felt
a blush color my face and neck.
To answer his question, my stomach growled. I laughed again. "You just can't escape
being human for very long."
I waited, but he did not laugh with me. Slowly, sinking through the many layers
of bliss that clouded my head, came the realization of a different atmosphere outside
my own glowing sphere of happiness.
I opened my eyes; the first thing I saw was the pale, almost silvery skin of his
throat, the arc of his chin above my face. His jaw was taut. I propped myself up
on my elbow so I could see his face.
He was staring at the frothy canopy above us, and he didn't look at me as I studied
his grave features. His expression was a shock – it sent a physical jolt through
my body.
"Edward," I said, a strange little catch in my throat, "what is it? What's wrong?"
"You have to ask?" His voice was hard, cynical.
My first instinct, the product of a lifetime of insecurities, was to wonder what I
had done wrong. I thought through everything that had happened, but I couldn't
find any sour note in the memory. It had all been simpler than I'd expected; we'd
fit together like corresponding pieces, made to match up. This had given me a secret
satisfaction – we were compatible physically, as well as all the other ways.
Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More
proof that I belonged with him.
I couldn't think of any part that would make him look like this – so severe and
cold. What had I missed?
His finger smoothed the worried lines on my forehead.
"What are you thinking?" he whispered.
"You're upset. I don't understand. Did I... ?" I couldn't finish.
His eyes tightened. "How badly are you hurt, Bella? The truth – don't try to
downplay it."
"Hurt?" I repeated; my voice came out higher than usual because the word took
me so by surprise.
He raised one eyebrow, his lips a tight line.
I made a quick assessment, stretching my body automatically, tensing and flexing
my muscles. There was stiffness, and a lot of soreness, too, it was true, but
mostly there was the odd sensation that my bones all had become unhinged at the
joints, and I had changed halfway into the consistency of a jellyfish. It was not an
unpleasant feeling.
And then I was a little angry, because he was darkening this most perfect of all
mornings with his pessimistic assumptions.
"Why would you jump to that conclusion? I've never been better than I am now."
His eyes closed. "Stop that."
"Stop acting like I'm not a monster for having agreed to this."
"Edward!'7I whispered, really upset now. He was pulling my bright memory
through the darkness, staining it. "Don't ever say that."
He didn't open his eyes; it was like he didn't want to see me.
"Look at yourself, Bella. Then tell me I'm not a monster."
Wounded, shocked, I followed his instruction unthinkingly and then gasped.
What had happened to me? I couldn't make sense of the fluffy white snow that
clung to my skin. I shook my head, and a cascade of white drifted out of my hair.
I pinched one soft white bit between my fingers. It was a piece of down.
"Why am I covered in feathers?" I asked, confused.
He exhaled impatiently. "I bit a pillow. Or two. That's not what I'm talking
"You... bit a pillow?Why?"
"Look, Bella!" he almost growled. He took my hand – very gingerly – and
stretched my arm out. "Look atthat"
This time, I saw what he meant.
Under the dusting of feathers, large purplish bruises were beginning to blossom
across the pale skin of my arm. My eyes followed the trail they made up to my
shoulder, and then down across my ribs. I pulled my hand free to poke at a discoloration
on my left forearm, watching it fade where I touched and then reappear.
It throbbed a little.
So lightly that he was barely touching me, Edward placed his hand against the
bruises on my arm, one at a time, matching his long fingers to the patterns.
"Oh," I said.
I tried to remember this – to remember pain – but I couldn't. I couldn't recall a
moment when his hold had been too tight, his hands too hard against me. I only
remembered wanting him to hold me tighter, and being pleased when he did....
"I'm... so sorry, Bella," he whispered while I stared at the bruises. "I knew better
than this. I should not have – " He made a low, revolted sound in the back of his
throat. "I am more sorry than I can tell you."
He threw his arm over his face and became perfectly still.
I sat for one long moment in total astonishment, trying to come to terms – now
that I understood it – with his misery. It was so contrary to the way that I felt that
it was difficult to process.
Theshock wore off slowly, leaving nothing in its absence. Emptiness. My mind
was blank. I couldn't think of what to say. How could I explain it to him in the
right way? How could I make him as happy as I was – or as Ihad been, a moment
I touched his arm, and he didn't respond. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist
and tried to pry his arm off his face, but I could have been yanking on a sculpture
for all the good it did me.
He didn't move.
Nothing. So, this would be a monologue, then.
"I'mnot sorry, Edward. I'm... I can't even tell you. I'mso happy. That doesn't
cover it. Don't be angry. Don't. I'm really f – "
"Do not say the word fine." His voice was ice cold. "If you value my sanity, do not
say that you are fine."
"But Iam: I whispered.
"Bella," he almost moaned. "Don't."
"No.You don't, Edward."
He moved his arm; his gold eyes watched me warily.
"Don't ruin this," I told him. "I. Am. Happy."
"I've already ruined this," he whispered.

From Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer

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Saturday, January 17, 2009


- homework

- traffic builder

- bloggers earn cash

- sending junkthought

- malware abouts

- CBox

- the real me

- Histats

- IP check

Simple Way To Build Traffic For Your Blog

The surprise is... after you succeeded add the Google Adsense on your blog, you'll be wondering how to attract lots of surfer visiting your blog, in order to get the more credits for your payment from the Google AdSense.

There are two ways for a rookie like me ( thank you for the sensitivity, pasqual )using the blogger way or using my way :D

Using the blogger way by adding 'Cbox' like what I have labelled 'Let Me Know About You', it's the white blue box under my AdSense at the left, includes the name of all the surfer who had visited my blog. Just move your pointer to their name, click, then you'll be sent to their blogs and webs, leave a comment and your blog address, then surf to other name at there, this believe to be the good way to preserve the existence of our blog, the white hat, I believe :D

How to add the 'Cbox' to your blog, simply click the 'Get Cbox' at my white blue Cbox, follow the instruction and copy the code as you had done when you copy the adsense code.

Open your 'Layout' blog,
'Add a gadget' as usual,
add the 'HTML/Javascript' then paste the code at the content box, don't forget to fill the title form, like me, I tag 'let me know about you', don't forget to save your settings, and you can start by leave a comment on my Cbox.

Wanna do it my way ?! I call it traffic builder, definitely fair, you click some, then they'll sent some surfer to your site.

Register at this site , register your in english blog, while you waiting for your blog to be approved by them, you have to make some clicks so that you have some credits for them to sent surfer to your blog. When they approved your blog, Voila! you have some traffic, don't forget to keep making some click at this site.

as usual, a simple click at my ads would be meaningful for me... thank you :) And don't forget to read my How To Make Money with your PC Online

the Simple Way To Add Google AdSense To Your Blog

Refer to my previous writings "how to make Google Adsense on your blog for Rookie" after you receiving the welcome e-mail from Google AdSense
go to your 'Layout' blog settings
'add a gadget'
click the 'AdSense'
if you are not ready for something 'deep' then leave it that way.
you need to change the publisher ID with your own ID, so
click the 'switch to different Publisher ID'
You'll be asking for the 'Adsense E-mail', fill it with your gmail account, 'postal code', the number you entered when you do the register at the google adsense account, 'last 5 digits of your phone number', fill it like what you did at the google adsense register.
Hit the 'sign in' button,
Hit the 'save' button, if you are succeeded, you'll be viewing your ads like what I had at the left of my page, the area with the tag 'Ads By Google' on it, although I had my settings with the 160x600 Vertical Wide Banner.
VOILA! as simple as that.

a simple click at my ads and don't forget to fill the 'let me know about you' form. Remember I have a surprise for you, wait for my next writings.

Friday, January 16, 2009

How To Make Money with your PC Online

Spending countless hours in front of your computer surfing the net, doing homework, writing email or working? Feel like your time at the computer must be rewarded? or your PC has got to be could make some money by itself while you are working and got not much time to surf or blogging ?

Why don't you use my way as a rookie. Download and install a money making engine for your PC, it's like a money meter. Completely safe, not harming my computer for the past 10 months. If you have some time, you may apply for their special offers. Better, than not doing anything, right ?!

Register at this site fill the form with your actual data and address, so that they can send you the paycheck to your address when your account reaches $50, or you may give your paypal or other online payment methods.

Download the PC money making engine here

Install the engine, login with your account, then watch the engine rolling making numbers that leads to your dollars to reach.

Welcome to the world of no wasting, and as usual just a simple click at my ads would be meaningful for me. Don't forget to leave your comment, so I can come and visit you. Thank You

how to make Google Adsense on your blog for Rookie

"How To Make Google Adsense On Your Blog", well that's the title. Actually not really look like what is written. I'd like to tell you about a simple way, I believe these would be a simple way, coz it's written by a rookie like me, who happened to be succeeded at adding the Google Adsense to my accidentally new blog or maybe it's just I was lucky. I'm an indonesian, so I'm really sorry if I don't use the appropriate english. Why I used English, also it's because the condition or the regulation made by Google Adsense itself. Yup, that's one of the rules : USE ENGLISH !!!. I don't want to add another sentence about how the Google Adsense can make good money for you, coz there's alot of articles out there who said so, and I have proof it for the last two days, I made $1.45, not much, but isn't that exciting that you had numbers going to your account ?! ok, enough with the talking let's head to the making money bussiness via internet.

First, you have to make an e-mail account at

if you don't have one, if you already have then you can use your gmail account.

Second, log on to
with your gmail account. Start to create a blog, add about minimum 4 articles, all in English, this to speed up the process of your blog for being approved by the Google Adsense company, also an easy way to get the great traffic coming to your blog. Add some video bar from the youtube by customizing the layout of your blog
click the 'layout' from your dashboard blog
click 'add a gadget'
click the 'video bar' then you can add the video bar right from or if you have a specific favorite video, you can type the name at the 'channels' form
don't forget to 'save' your settings.
click another 'add a gadget'
click the 'webmaster search engine' definitely from Google, don't forget to 'save' your settings.
these last two are for your blog to be rightly eligible approved by the Google Adsense.

now it's time to register your blog to the Google Adsense :
log on to the Google Adsense link
click the 'Google Adsense' for web publishers
log in with your gmail account and passwords, and start to register your blog.
you'll be receiving the e-mail confirmation from Google AdSense about your registered blog to the Google AdSense. If you succeeded, you'll be receiving e-mail like the one I had,

dateWed, Jan 14, 2009 at 11:12 AM
subjectGoogle AdSense Access Verification for

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Thank you for your interest in using AdSense on
We look forward to reviewing your application so you can start displaying relevant
Google ads through and on
your own webpages. In order to complete the sign-up process, please fill out the
form linked below to submit your application for review:

NOTE: This link will expire soon! Please confirm your email address and fill
out the application as soon as you can. If clicking the link doesn't work,
please try manually copying and pasting it into your web browser.

You'll then be directed to complete the AdSense application by filling out your
contact information. This will submit your application to us for review, and
we'll follow up with you by email within 2-3 days. Once your application is
approved, we'll begin serving Google ads to your pages within minutes. If you
have any issues completing the application, please visit our Help Center at

If you have any questions about the AdSense features on the site on which you
registered, please contact that site directly.

The Google AdSense Team

This message was sent from a notification-only email address that does not
accept incoming email. Please do not reply to this message.

you'll be receiving the welcome e-mail from Google AdSense if your blog is approved. You'll be receiving e-mail like the one I had. Look at the time and see how fast my blog approved, this beacuse of the last two suggestions I've told you before.

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dateWed, Jan 14, 2009 at 1:23 PM
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Congratulations! Your Google AdSense application has been approved.
You'll soon begin to see relevant Google ads appear on and can also use AdSense to earn
revenue on your other sites. Keep in mind, however, that if Google has
not yet crawled your site, you may not notice relevant ads for up to 48

To track the performance of your new Google ads, you may sign in to
your AdSense account at any time by visiting . If you're having problems
logging in or have forgotten your password, simply visit
for assistance.

Once you've signed in, head to your Reports tab for earnings
information. For a quick overview of your earnings reports and the 5
steps to getting paid, view our Payments Guide: .


1. How do I add Google ads to my other blogs/websites? Do I need to

No, there's no need to re-apply. You are welcome to add AdSense to any
of your websites that comply with our program policies ( ). To do so, all you
need to do is paste ad code into your site. For instructions on
generating and placing ad code, please visit .
If you're using Blogger and would like a detailed video walkthrough on
how to implement ads on your blog, please view our Activation Demo,
located at . If
you would like to use AdSense features on another partner website,
please log into that website as an existing AdSense publisher.

2. Can I test my ads? Why do I see clicks with no earnings in my

As you may know, clicking on your own ads for any reason is against the
AdSense program policies. Instead, try the AdSense preview tool which
allows you to check the destination of ads on your page without the
risk of invalid clicks. For additional information, or to download the
AdSense preview tool, please visit .

To help ensure that your account remains in good standing, we'd also
encourage you to review the important AdSense guidelines found here: .

3. I'm not located in the U.S., but I'm using a U.S. web hosting
service (e.g. Blogger). Is that considered U.S. Activities?

In general, using a third-party U.S. web hosting service to host your
web pages is NOT considered U.S. Activities. The tax information
collection interface available from your account's 'Tax information'
page will help to direct you to the appropriate tax forms for your
situation. For example, if you are a foreign publisher with no U.S.
Activities, you'll need to agree to a statement to that effect within
your account. No tax forms are required in this instance.

Have more questions? Find answers in the following resources:
- The AdSense Help Center, containing demos, guides, and answers to
common questions: .
- The AdSense Help Forum, an online community of publishers: .
- The AdSense Blog, with all the latest news and tips about AdSense: .
If you can't find the information you're looking for, you're welcome to
contact us at .

Welcome to Google AdSense!

The Google AdSense Team

now it's time to add the Google Adsense formula to your blog and start to make money.
log into your google adsense account with your gmail ID and Password
click the 'Adsense setup'
click the 'Adsense For Content'. If you not ready for something 'deep' then just click the 'continue' button till you reach the page 'Your Adsense Unit Code'
copy all the code by blocking them and right click copy, NO CHANGES or your page wouldn't come out.

go back to your 'Layout' blog settings
'add a gadget'
click 'HTML/Javascript' then paste the whole code at the 'content' form. Don't forget to fill the 'Title' form, like me, I add the 'My Ads', where you can see at the top left corner of my blog page. Don't forget to hit the 'save' button, save the 'Layout' then hit the 'view blog', when the pop out page pops, VOILA! you have your blog with your own Google Adsense account.

As simple as that, and I condemned them who take charges at a price of a million rupiahs just for doing like what I had been told you about. Something for me?! a simple click on my ads at the top, left top corner, or at the left of this writing would be so meaningful for me, thank you, and don't forget to fill your comment at the 'let me know about you' form, I have a surprise for you, wait for my next writings. Read also my next writing about the Simple Way To Add Google AdSense To Your Blog