Problem with Adsense

I'm getting this error: "The publisher must be associated with the developer account before the developer can invoke operations on the publisher's account", while adding AdSense to my blog. What does it mean? Anybody can help?

as he was

He was my morning coffee, my Sunday breeze, my afterglow.
Yet he’s nowhere to be found.

Today's quote

“December is the toughest month of the year. Others are July, January, September, April, November, May, March, June, October, August, and February.”

— Mark Twain

Silence

Every silence has its own meaning, just like every corner of the world has its own beauty.

I don't like shopping.

Lately it's very rare seeing me coming back home from office without any plastic or paper bag in my hand. One day I came home with 2 plastic bags full of groceries from Cold Storage, a day before I would be rushing home with one paper bag, couldn't wait to try on the new lingerie in that bag. Another day I came home with one pack of chili chicken floss and sweet & spicy grilled cuttlefish. Today I came home holding one plastic bag of Borders with 5 novels in it. Gees..I couldn't believe it sometimes. 

It's not that I like shopping very much. Yes, I like shopping just like any other women but not very much. But as I said, my frequency of shopping is very high lately. Sometimes I feel a bit guilty also knowing that later on I realized that I didn't like that sweet & spicy cuttlefish, or I forgot to drink the milk until the expiry date was due, or even the books I bought previously have not been touched yet and now I already bought other books which I don't know when I'm going to read them. 

If I'm not very fond of shopping, why do I do that then? It's just because I feel so lonely I guess, I don't know what to do, then I just go roaming around the mall and usually end up in one corner of shop. I try to cope the loneliness with that "very positive" activity. To fill my solitary walks with something that can distract my solitude. That's all.  

tomorrow

Tomorrow is my monthly meeting for this month. I feel like going to my own funeral every time I have to attend the meeting. I know, it's too much ;-)

Anyway, the analysis, presentation and else always make me nervous. Last month meeting was sooo bad, and so dead. Well, it was nobody's fault but mine. I didn't do enough preparation. By failing to prepare, we prepare to fail, isn't it like that? Guess I learnt my lesson. 

Just hope tomorrow will be better. 

feeling lazy:(

I don't know why I feel so lazy recently to write anything, to leave any note here or in any other media, even for a simple New Year note. It's not that I don't have any issue or idea or going through something worth to share. I do have so many things in my mind, just don't know how and where to start. 


O, Happy New Year then, hope it's not too late :)

This is not my lines.

This is not my lines, not my words, but I completely agree with these ones.

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kissing you or smiling at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like '' Maybe we should be just friends '' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-

apart pain. I hate love.”

when love is wrong

Love is never wrong, I know for sure it is. It only sometimes falls for the wrong person, goes to the wrong direction. It's not because love is wrong, no, it's just because love is so free. It has its own eyes to see, it has its own heart to feel, it has its own ears to hear. Even it has its own tears to cry.

That is why we often don't understand love. That's why we often feel that love is hurting. Then we wonder why such a beautiful thing can make us hurt. Because it has its own perception and feeling which is somewhat different from we feel or think or see or hear.