<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734</id><updated>2012-02-12T12:17:10.837+07:00</updated><category term='Adobe illustrator CS3'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='adobe photoshop CS3'/><category term='quick post'/><category term='icons'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='fonts'/><category term='films'/><category term='strawberry'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='cute'/><category term='etsy'/><category term='diary'/><category term='pottermore'/><category term='home'/><category term='bad mood'/><category term='daily'/><category term='adobe illustrator CS5'/><category term='job'/><category term='online shop'/><category term='iPod'/><category term='study'/><category term='colorful'/><category term='family'/><category term='sports'/><category term='work'/><category term='laptop'/><category term='harry potter'/><category term='weather'/><category term='business'/><category term='brushes'/><category term='CSS'/><category term='schedule'/><category term='scrapbooks'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='screensaver'/><category term='Adobe Lightroom'/><category term='themes'/><category term='CNY'/><category term='unforgetable moments'/><category term='secure parking'/><category term='sheets'/><category term='delicious mood'/><category term='people'/><category term='iPhone'/><category term='multiply layouts'/><category term='iTunes'/><category term='sweets'/><category term='desktop'/><category term='macarons'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='besties'/><category term='sony ericsson'/><category term='mac'/><category term='HTML'/><category term='design'/><category term='busy'/><category term='fun'/><category term='love'/><category term='nice'/><category term='studio'/><category term='froyo'/><category term='vista'/><category term='campus'/><category term='adobe photoshop CS4'/><category term='yamaha piano'/><category term='connection'/><category term='apple'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='random things'/><category term='moody'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='Adobe InDesign'/><category term='kawai piano'/><category term='blogger layouts'/><category term='photoshots'/><category term='internet'/><category term='computer'/><category term='script'/><category term='new year'/><category term='layouts'/><category term='windows'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='game online'/><category term='piano'/><category term='friends'/><category term='exam'/><category term='arts'/><category term='freebies'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='wallpaper'/><category term='tutorial'/><category term='music'/><category term='Adobe Photoshop CS5'/><category term='happy'/><category term='theater'/><category term='BlackBerry'/><category term='blog'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='food'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Adobe illustrator CS4'/><category term='iPad'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Fragaria Vesca - And the story goes...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>398</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-356143317768247977</id><published>2012-02-12T12:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T12:01:43.111+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Month of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IjE3o9Zcfv4/TzdGVoUkUYI/AAAAAAAABwQ/gto6inEMU9U/s1600/il_570xN.307121202_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoah!! I've missed lot of things around here. First post on February is starting with this line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm getting lazier to update this blog.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the reason why. So, how are you guys? Currently I'm living my life with boring schedule and routines. Not much I can tell you about it. Anyway, yesterday was Ika's birthday. She's one of my close buddies at the house. Marla and I ordered birthday cake from Cheese Cake Factory and made a lil surprise for her, as we pretending that we forgot it was her day. Hopefully our little surprise could brightened your day, darla! Be Happy always. :)&lt;br /&gt;Because of yesterday she was very busy so, we'll go out to celebrate it today. This explains why I should off from here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you when I see you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WGidnlBiSPE/TzdFgij_A7I/AAAAAAAABwI/yBohmD6timA/s1600/tumblr_lume9nDlQw1qmjez3o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Y1zAboHmd8/TzdGk9wDn6I/AAAAAAAABwY/MyxvVpOMB84/s1600/tumblr_lz1n8znYUo1r4oulao1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely. ---Ogden Nash&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-356143317768247977?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/356143317768247977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2012/02/month-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/356143317768247977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/356143317768247977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2012/02/month-of-love.html' title='The Month of Love'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IjE3o9Zcfv4/TzdGVoUkUYI/AAAAAAAABwQ/gto6inEMU9U/s72-c/il_570xN.307121202_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-5347971599648823118</id><published>2012-01-28T11:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T11:24:32.311+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Forgotten...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfgaSr_bx0g/TyN3vrIQmDI/AAAAAAAABvo/iaZNrrVHv10/s1600/758718-10-1327064646881_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfgaSr_bx0g/TyN3vrIQmDI/AAAAAAAABvo/iaZNrrVHv10/s1600/758718-10-1327064646881_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola! How's everyone? :) It's been a while yea.. I'm completely forgot that I have this blog, like seriously. Twitter really took all my attention away from this sweet little blog. Or maybe it's simpler and easier for me to say whatever I wanna say, anytime, anywhere. But lately, my updates there are also reducing day by day. I'm not updating as intense as before and well, I am getting busier day by day, or simply, I got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyyy.... I'll give you guys a lil surprise(s) later on, so stay tuned sugarpies! See ya guys in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;“The memory has as many moods as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a diorama.” ---George Eliot, Middlemarch : a study of provincial life. &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-5347971599648823118?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/5347971599648823118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2012/01/forgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/5347971599648823118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/5347971599648823118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2012/01/forgotten.html' title='Forgotten...'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MfgaSr_bx0g/TyN3vrIQmDI/AAAAAAAABvo/iaZNrrVHv10/s72-c/758718-10-1327064646881_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-5736229159288711951</id><published>2012-01-21T13:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:33:23.212+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>Photos du jour</title><content type='html'>I feel like sharing lots of images today! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-js2HnWWyDew/TxpRPIQmZjI/AAAAAAAABpk/pbn6PS2jH74/s1600/tumblr_lp84seADUy1qgfqrso1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H-sN_iza_EU/TxpMgAP_X-I/AAAAAAAABpU/HesKvDLmF7I/s640/392003_148725928563787_145518495551197_139308_1272824844_n_large.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jWbcpN-gvNA/TxpRdD7rWnI/AAAAAAAABps/UpzO1wBZhts/s1600/6705805141_5d55953fb5_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want an iPad 2. I want the 4S. I wanna buy new book(s), the whole kinokuniya, if it's possible :p I want a DSLR&lt;i&gt;-herewegoagain!-&lt;/i&gt;I want new boyfriend blazers. I want MacBook pro. I need more shoes. Oh, I simply want everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PvFH2kgU2ds/TxpRx35EIvI/AAAAAAAABp0/im8ZHoWxTwg/s1600/DSC04654_large.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXV0YrePTSM/TxpSmLlhWzI/AAAAAAAABqE/3X2Q1-IZpVY/s1600/tumblr_lpmk77X4Gr1qi3aqro1_400_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tsxUYkdvqjo/TxpWg9N6YCI/AAAAAAAABq8/owq9bskH2Zc/s1600/tumblr_lxvfguKSUP1qjyirdo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, excuse my random babbling above. I am in a vague mood at the moment. Not sure what I really want, not sure what am I gonna do. I have 4 days for CNY's holidays and it's like heaven! I should use my time wisely, but I feel like doing nothing. I want to spend my weekend and my holiday by lazying all day and playing games. Browsing, downloading, watching videos on YouTube etc. Simply enjoying my free time and myself. I really want to avoiding malls at the moment&lt;i&gt;/read: Forever 21, Grand Indonesia/&lt;/i&gt;But, I'm pretty sure I'll ended up stuck in there for the rest of the day, because right after posting this thread, I'm gonna take a shower then rush to GI. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rvekobCRiyg/TxpTRSSw1NI/AAAAAAAABqU/d_GQRINFFfw/s640/tumblr_lvfvboHli21r5amc5o1_500_large.png" width="430" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QK0beuYfQ9o/TxpUryt3gnI/AAAAAAAABqc/cgLTWYhF5NU/s1600/tumblr_lxdcra98s61qgpxh2o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JIm5jvpPMtw/TxpWwHhax1I/AAAAAAAABrE/lezP8MEQP5A/s1600/tumblr_lxtjawo6Xr1qdl0pso1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqztukuSjiI/TxpXaylLyYI/AAAAAAAABrM/jXbP_jKYn6w/s1600/78542_185280436_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HID2GTexjuk/TxpXdVqnVDI/AAAAAAAABrU/MP4HMo29zr8/s1600/DSC03834_large.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DnQ6WvSwEns/TxpXgjxnSWI/AAAAAAAABrc/20pwPQJ4tgw/s1600/tumblr_lw0spwI6461r0txvao1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RuqyCHpHohE/TxpXiQescZI/AAAAAAAABrk/Empp6J9xeHc/s1600/tumblr_lxatj2gXFT1r0fq3go1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I won't be spending half day in GI just to get in and out of the F21's fitting room, fitting another boyfriend blazer(s)! Or hanging around Starbucks. Finger crossed. I've had enough. Got three boyfriend blazers within these two weeks. Seriously, I need to do saving! All my salaries went on boyfriend blazers, books, eyeliners&lt;i&gt;-oh, yeah, I am an eyeliner junkie, but I don't do make up! I was too lazy to put them on, but thankfully, now I can spare my time to at least put those eyeliners on-&lt;/i&gt;and the rest, Starbucks. Imagine, by the end of November until today, I guess, I've been to Starbucks like more than 60 times. Crazy. Now I know why I'm broke. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ditizVbxCck/TxpVCOi6III/AAAAAAAABqk/5Y0HZbO52TI/s1600/tumblr_lxm3f1yeA51r7veyco1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LvPIgI04yE/TxpS3m1DL9I/AAAAAAAABqM/Ra-q0fcyS3Q/s1600/tumblr_lvlesyLqFU1r0fq3go1_500_large.png" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uLHjsURraRU/TxpWP8Db0wI/AAAAAAAABq0/yIIIv4SEGcc/s1600/blogger-image--868446856_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, stop what you are doing, go grab your A5 Apple device and prepare to receive the gift of liberation....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, are you a iDevices user? A regular visitor to Redmond Pie's site? You must be familiar with the sentence above and you must have heard the news. Apple A5 Device is officially Jailbreakable today, and they've released it, unfortunately, for Mac user only at the moment. I don't own any A5 devices but I am soooo excited and can't wait to get my hands dirty, by tweaking my work-mate's iPad 2 or, maybe, still maybe, within this week or next week, I can feel the 4S on my hand, launch the Siri and of course tweaking it :p Finger crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrSRbK-hJjU/TxpWDrHnrlI/AAAAAAAABqs/TBdeGtRFx1c/s1600/tumblr_lvc0d2gG641r0fq3go1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LNv9xvSveSc/TxpYKCflgLI/AAAAAAAABr0/rYQyYYBt8h0/s1600/1333674-12-1326300592433_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oausHXWwYH8/TxpYMJgJNGI/AAAAAAAABr8/bHDWntk1_NM/s400/adddeb5a2e7c11e1a87612313804ec91_7_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OiuWNi70ZQ0/TxpYQauFD-I/AAAAAAAABsE/bjJ8GJdxeoM/s1600/tumblr_lnptws4bTF1qj4dwyo1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jvnd80n_X1A/TxpYT4AjFVI/AAAAAAAABsM/LOvfmQS4670/s1600/tumblr_lulzdcMVx71qi23vmo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kXOYUPx4QWo/TxpYWA-eAEI/AAAAAAAABsU/b8-BRKjbfpU/s1600/tumblr_lxdg2nrcoJ1r7vcwyo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XqNw7Zx1iRY/TxpYXuuR_VI/AAAAAAAABsc/IiLenlVMU0g/s1600/tumblr_lxtzsyMDI61qiut6to1_1280_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEvqqAkQVq4/TxpYZX6-HwI/AAAAAAAABsk/8C9kA1v9u0c/s1600/tumblr_lxv884znYO1qcz4s2o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.redmondpie.com/jailbreak-5.0.1-ios-untethered-iphone-4s-ipad-2-using-absinthe-how-to-video-tutorial/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;link&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you guys want to JB your A5 devices, mac user only! For windows user, let's wait for a little longer and we'll see you in a bit. Have fun and enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.  ---Hans Christian Andersen&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-5736229159288711951?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/5736229159288711951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2012/01/photos-du-jour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/5736229159288711951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/5736229159288711951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2012/01/photos-du-jour.html' title='Photos du jour'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-js2HnWWyDew/TxpRPIQmZjI/AAAAAAAABpk/pbn6PS2jH74/s72-c/tumblr_lp84seADUy1qgfqrso1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-1818669875899488225</id><published>2012-01-17T10:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:40:50.195+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Nothing and Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5oG9hyFEFAM/TxThshnOGwI/AAAAAAAABow/A20qxLERHKs/s1600/tumblr_lw0ogrEqG81qfo2eno1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic above has nothing to do for the entire post. I'm just killing my time browsing around to find cute pics over the internet at the moment. You know, I'm quite miss those silly times that I spent the whole day facing my lappie, doing nothing but wasting time, read this articles, that articles, news, people's blogs, browsing fancy stuffs and pics, listen to my iTunes' playlist, watch videos on youtube, movie trailer, editing and designing, download icons, musics, arts and design stuffs etc. Simply doing nothing, but everything to me. :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JBZZCbKMzQ0/TxTpAmhsa_I/AAAAAAAABpA/RMEMD85Jklo/s1600/tumblr_lx4obhH9wf1r07mn2o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know what the hell am I doing right here, right now. Typing this line in my comfy room with Pringles, mineral water and Pocari Sweat as my companions on weekday. Am I trying to ruin my diet or my career, or well, both? But hey! Everybody has secrets, and today I don't feel like sharing any bit of it, not even one clue for ya, &lt;i&gt;sorry&lt;/i&gt;. :p Started to feel insecure with this blog that I shared for public &lt;i&gt;/read:myworkmates/&lt;/i&gt;. Moreover, it's not called secret anymore if too many people know about it, rightttt? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyQ7Mw8z_q4/TxTnXk23nLI/AAAAAAAABo4/yVMcw_lQdqs/s1600/tumblr_lw0sjaVojg1qzyd2oo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I gotta go now. One thing for sure, I am here for &lt;strike&gt;one&lt;/strike&gt; two purposes, one, to update my blog, two, the secret thing I've mentioned above :p Oh well, don't get it wrong. It's not kind of secret that you've been thinking. Some people close to me know about it, though, but I just don't feel like sharing it for public. &lt;i&gt;Youknowthereasonwhy!&lt;/i&gt; Just as I always said, ask then I will let you know. In person for sure. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Spend the afternoon.  You can't take it with you.  ---Annie Dillard&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-1818669875899488225?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/1818669875899488225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2012/01/nothing-and-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/1818669875899488225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/1818669875899488225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2012/01/nothing-and-everything.html' title='Nothing and Everything'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5oG9hyFEFAM/TxThshnOGwI/AAAAAAAABow/A20qxLERHKs/s72-c/tumblr_lw0ogrEqG81qfo2eno1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-4795970785509639547</id><published>2012-01-13T05:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T05:43:56.602+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>.One Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;-------------------[Dexter smiles as he listens to Emma's voice message unaware that she has been killed after being struck by a truck whilst riding her bike]-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emma&lt;/b&gt;: Hey, there. Just to say I'm running late but I'm on my way and I'm sorry for being so snappy this morning. &lt;b&gt;Just wanted to say you're a fine thing&lt;/b&gt; Dexter Mayhew. &lt;b&gt;I love you very much&lt;/b&gt;. Okay, there you go,&lt;b&gt; lucky you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gl4Py0Pe4SY/Tw9cbfVzgcI/AAAAAAAABoc/YLfzOCL02t0/s1600/anne%252Bhathaway.%252Bone%252Bday.%252BSiempre%252Bel%252Bmismo%252Bd%252525C3%252525ADa_large.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The best scene! My favorite. :) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this movie nine days ago to be exact. I've bought the book but haven't got chance and time&lt;i&gt;-duh!-&lt;/i&gt;to read it. This is definitely my kind of movie. It is now and would be my all-time favorite movie. Love every parts of the movie, the characters, the song, everything! except the fact that she died in the end. Another tragic love story. So sweet, so true, so lovely and grieving. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I am not one of Anne Hathaway's fan. I actually dislike her, but I do love her in this movie and yes, hereby, I announce that I am a fan now. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's enough said. Wait till I read the book and I'll write the review here, can't promise when I will do that though. But it doesn't matter I guess, because, I know I'll love the book and you know that I would give a good review about the book, not because I love it, because we all know that the book is good and of course because I love it. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ian&lt;/b&gt;: I never noticed it before, but it was always there. Just waiting, lurking. I used to hate you too. Quite violently actually,Dexter. No! I'm sorry, but only...because she lit up with you, just in a way that she never did with me and it used to make me so angry because I...I...I didn't think that you deserved her. Can I say this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dexter&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah, go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ian&lt;/b&gt;: She made you decent, and in return, you made her so happy. So happy. And I will always be grateful to you for that. And on that bomb shell.&lt;br /&gt;[he laughs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emma&lt;/b&gt;: I don't want you thinking I'm bothered or anything about last night. I don't want your phone number, or letters or postcards. I don't want to get married to you. Definitely don't want to have your babies. &lt;b&gt;Whatever happens tomorrow, we've had today&lt;/b&gt;. And if we should bump into each other sometime in the future, well that's fine too. We'll be friends.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wc6cGgoEekk/Tw9gmlrK-DI/AAAAAAAABoo/AUYyTJCXAjc/s1600/382854_2442096102972_67647689_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Whatever happens tomorrow, we've had today ---David Nicholls (Emma Morley), One Day.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-4795970785509639547?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/4795970785509639547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2012/01/one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/4795970785509639547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/4795970785509639547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2012/01/one-day.html' title='.One Day.'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gl4Py0Pe4SY/Tw9cbfVzgcI/AAAAAAAABoc/YLfzOCL02t0/s72-c/anne%252Bhathaway.%252Bone%252Bday.%252BSiempre%252Bel%252Bmismo%252Bd%252525C3%252525ADa_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-878090204429872625</id><published>2012-01-01T23:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T23:44:43.420+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Gn-WdS4rxs/TwCGzBhwAjI/AAAAAAAABoQ/x3OXkliaNDE/s1600/tumblr_lq31f271dn1qld6cvo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, sugarpies! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's your NYE? I had great night, great companions, great place, foods and drinks. That's enough said. Anyway thank you for being such a wonderful year to me, 2011, so long~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to say hello to the new year! Hopefully all great and wonderful things will happened in this year. Don't feel like blogging at all, but it's new year! At least we have to post something here, right? So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night people! I'll see you guys again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 2012 resolution, keep on track on everything! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.  ---Hal Borland&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-878090204429872625?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/878090204429872625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/878090204429872625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/878090204429872625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Gn-WdS4rxs/TwCGzBhwAjI/AAAAAAAABoQ/x3OXkliaNDE/s72-c/tumblr_lq31f271dn1qld6cvo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-6283143572249078316</id><published>2011-12-31T12:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:55:12.374+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Midnight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OFGa7NSrx_8/Tv6YEsH_qhI/AAAAAAAABoE/B_i7cWcvWQI/s1600/etsyNY_bunting_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-blog. &lt;b&gt;Bold&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;strike&gt;cross off &lt;/strike&gt;what you’ve done :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Since the start of 2011 I’ve:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten a new piercing.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Ended a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Started a new relationship.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a long car/bus journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Passed an exam.&lt;/strike&gt; (seriously, eh? NO MORE EXAM FOR ME! :D )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Met someone who’s now an important part of my life.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Cried on someone’s shoulder.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Had a massive fight with a boy/girlfriend.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Received flowers.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Had a Valentine.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written a letter using pen &amp;amp; paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gone to see a therapist. (Almost!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been prescribed medication by a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read a really good book.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the zoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spent too much money on unnecessary things.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveled by train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cried over a member of the opposite sex.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Spent the day out in the sun getting a tan.&lt;/strike&gt; (Got tanned, but not spending time like what you think!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slammed a door out of frustration.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an anxiety attack.&lt;br /&gt;Babysat for a friend’s child.&lt;br /&gt;Had a BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gone bowling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seen a film at the cinema in 3D.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gone on a date. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been the only sober person on a night out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped someone home after they had been drinking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stayed up all night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Talked on the phone for over two hours.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Supported someone who’d received bad news.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched some sort of live sporting event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Read an entire book in one day. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a DVD the day it came out&lt;br /&gt;Eaten McDonald’s more than four times in a single week.&lt;br /&gt;Cried as a result of exam stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Met some incredible new people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gone to great parties. (birthdays/tea parties don’t count)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen backwards off a chair.&lt;br /&gt;Broken my glasses. &lt;br /&gt;Worn a watch for the first time in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cried over someone in my past.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spent hours aimlessly browsing the internet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cried over a film.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone out of my way to avoid an ex-boy/girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fought with someone in public.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been in a relationship for a year or longer.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cried in front of someone I adore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost one of my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Source: &lt;a href="http://vilecreature.tumblr.com/post/11901489389/since-the-start-of-2011-ive" target="_blank"&gt;vilecreature&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011... full of memories. Incredible great and bad things happened, but after all, it has been a great year for me, how about yours? :)&amp;nbsp; Hoping for a better year ahead for everyone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vrk7JuG0JjM/Tv6XBlbwHhI/AAAAAAAABns/1CMyZ5ujCuM/s1600/405274_10150442525556957_8529136956_8945087_1171525549_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;For last year's words belong to last year's languageAnd next year's words await another voice.And to make an end is to make a beginning.---T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-6283143572249078316?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/6283143572249078316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/welcome-to-midnight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/6283143572249078316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/6283143572249078316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/welcome-to-midnight.html' title='Welcome to Midnight!'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OFGa7NSrx_8/Tv6YEsH_qhI/AAAAAAAABoE/B_i7cWcvWQI/s72-c/etsyNY_bunting_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-5598060909881243693</id><published>2011-12-24T11:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:35:40.061+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Feliz Navidad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EwhNPhPv7tk/TvVI5mdD1yI/AAAAAAAABmU/oT3_gVg3rHY/s1600/tumblr_lvdywnlryB1qe2g64o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3KMC1t1Wlk/TvVSZBzDSiI/AAAAAAAABmg/e1efDnToBfU/s1600/dsc05787_180536478_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to Christmas! One more day to go. I changed my background music to Christmas Carols Medley from Boston Pops. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another Christmas day to be spent alone, in this big city, with no families and companions, can't feel the warmth and the joy and even the theme of Christmas. Seems pathetic but, that's the truth. But hey! It's almost Christmas time! Everyone should be happy and enjoy the day and the holiday, right?! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FC3TLixG0FY/TvVSp0QV_lI/AAAAAAAABms/avNrUn-IJ-0/s1600/tumblr_lwocwgQWi41qjkapko1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WPrU3PQhAIU/TvVSr8GLIzI/AAAAAAAABm0/WOzJ2qw7gmM/s1600/401695_259884264071890_100001509549143_697572_1441014305_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YVQyoxDIcic/TvVStplyePI/AAAAAAAABm8/XDzoTM3kcDE/s1600/386231_151376824968643_123802774392715_182758_86529348_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Santa, can you lend me your reindeer to fly me to home, where all the family, love, joy, warmth and blessing gathered all around? Nahh, no worries. I know you can't. You need your reindeer to send Christmas gifts to every good child around the world, maybe I am not "good" enough to get a Christmas gift from Santa, or well, I am not child anymore, or simply it's because no snow in Indonesia, so yeah :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssjOUIbNaGA/TvVTV8JEJhI/AAAAAAAABnI/HkqZxxMrQLA/s1600/1_180445637_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatever happens, I still love Christmas time. I'll find a way to enjoy my day and be merry and be happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XUazY9hE5aQ/TvVTlbP3FXI/AAAAAAAABnU/GyxPxLULQ2o/s1600/lovlif-292-1_180536454_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day and enjoy your Christmas' eve, butterflies! I'll see you guys again on Christmas day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7SZq4-iiMfM/TvVVevelUGI/AAAAAAAABng/s4Kp8cha8SQ/s1600/tumblr_lwoayfvKla1qe87fgo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Christmas is a time when you get homesick - even when you're home.  ---Carol Nelson. /in my case I am not at home---sigh/&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-5598060909881243693?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/5598060909881243693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/feliz-navidad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/5598060909881243693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/5598060909881243693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='Feliz Navidad!'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EwhNPhPv7tk/TvVI5mdD1yI/AAAAAAAABmU/oT3_gVg3rHY/s72-c/tumblr_lvdywnlryB1qe2g64o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-3075207428983269935</id><published>2011-12-11T13:22:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T15:00:13.942+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>We All Complete - Book Review: Never Let Me Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjAtzV5QhgA/TuRg5YC7KgI/AAAAAAAABls/W1DsjQvyHJY/s1600/5872993687_a4804bdb79.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjAtzV5QhgA/TuRg5YC7KgI/AAAAAAAABls/W1DsjQvyHJY/s1600/5872993687_a4804bdb79.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after all of this time, I managed to get this book done. What a touching story. I cried in the end, because it's a tragic story I should say. Not only a tragic love story, but also a tragic and terrible truth of their fate. When I read this book, I learned a lot of new vocabularies as Kazuo used uncommon words&lt;i&gt;-pardon my bad and limited vocabularies in English as it's not my first language, till I have to say something that would embarrassed me like this on my own blog, but I am telling the truth :) and it might not be a problem for you :)-&lt;/i&gt; Anyway, at the very first time I read the book, I can see that Kazuo used a strong words and it somehow made me think, this was a heavy ones. That bad thought of mine, enough to make me lose the interest in finishing the book. But Thanked God, something inside me keep on telling me to finish it, at least for "something's&lt;i&gt;-or I can say someone's-&lt;/i&gt;sake". Haven't read his book before, so I don't know it's his style in writing or it's just on this particular book only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oh0TKaofbeg/TuRhCt4oS2I/AAAAAAAABl0/VbFKXr-rBAk/s1600/4506115494_abc4a51a15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oh0TKaofbeg/TuRhCt4oS2I/AAAAAAAABl0/VbFKXr-rBAk/s1600/4506115494_abc4a51a15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out, the more I read it, the more I started to understand the storyline and of course, Kathy's feeling. It's hard for me to put down the book once you've started. I keep on going on and on and when I reached the last page, the last paragraph, I was hoping for more lines there to read. It was such a very sad ending. Personally, I don't like a book with sad ending, but this one is worth to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched the movie too, and my suggestion based on what I've experienced, you should watch the movie first then read the book, or else, you'll be disappointed. I love movies, but I prefer read the book first, because by reading, we can imagine things and the stories, characters and the possibilities are endless. You can imagine anything, then after that, you watch the movie and see if it suits to your imagination or even higher or worst. You must have heard or read about me always looking for spoilers and I love it when people tell stories about movies they've watched in such details from beginning till the very end. Yeah, it's simply because, I want to imagine them first, then I want to see the reality fits to my imagination or not. It's weird I know, but that's me. When I read a book, I always want to know how's the ending and I might be cheating by turning to the very last page to know what's going on at the end, somehow, it will makes me more excited in reading the whole book. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to the Never Let Me Go, why I am suggesting you to watch first, because you'll get disappointed with the movie if you read the book first. It was a short one and they put not too much details in the movie. I can see some missing parts and important moments that they should put in the movie, but they didn't. Bur still it's a beautiful piece, so just watch and read it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8_HcmE8KiWM/TuRfpwAAplI/AAAAAAAABlk/GIv3S-WFPI8/s1600/tumblr_lrtuc1pW6X1qabqp0o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8_HcmE8KiWM/TuRfpwAAplI/AAAAAAAABlk/GIv3S-WFPI8/s1600/tumblr_lrtuc1pW6X1qabqp0o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a quite long good review about the book and the story and because I am too lazy to type it down, so here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Never Let Me Go is a novel about Kathy, Ruth, and Tommy. They are three students who reside in Hailsham, a boarding school. Or at least that is what is said in the outset. But soon enough, the reader realizes that this is no ordinary boarding school: teachers are called guardians, and students are encouraged to produce poetry and art but nothing else. There's an interesting method of economics in the school, where they get to buy other people's artwork using tokens. There is also a character only known as Madame, who collects the most beautiful pieces produced by the students, hoarding them in a secret gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, other crucial facts are slowly revealed to the reader. Slowly, the reader learns that the students are there for a purpose, a purpose that perhaps is advantageous for the greater society, but definitely not for the students themselves. This slow-moving revelation is the crux of the novel, something that I am highly tempted to reveal here, but opt not to. I'd leave that to the reader to discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, the focus of the novel is actually not on this dystopian and dysfunctional fact. Instead, the focus rests on the social dynamic between Kathy, Ruth, and Tommy. Early on, Kathy is one timid girl, who seems to be more of a follower than a doer. She is content with observing her surroundings instead of doing things. Ruth is one feisty girl she befriends, and Tommy is a boy with a temper, but things lead to Kathy and Tommy being close to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hitting puberty, Ruth and Tommy decide that they like each other, and so they become a couple and have plenty of sex. However, it is obvious to the reader that old pals Kathy and Tommy are better suited for each other. Ruth is the anti-heroine; I just couldn't make up my mind whether I liked her or not. She does things that preclude me from totally thinking that he is the antagonist. After all, it is the society as a whole which is the antagonist in this novel; Kathy, Ruth, and Tommy only have different ways of dealing with the obstacles that are presented in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Never Let Me Go progresses, the characters leave the scene one by one. Ruth becomes the first one to go . As she lay dying, she convinces Kathy and Tommy to be a couple, after all, they are compatible with each other. She admits that it was her life-long goal to antagonize the two apart, her reason being that otherwise, she would feel quite lonely. She reveals information that would potentially give them reprieve from the ultimate end that they all are facing. To make a long story short, this is a story about the social and emotional dynamics between three people, between a love triangle, as they navigate their short life here on earth, knowing that sometime in the future, there will be an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respect to the novel, I am actually glad that I picked up this book. I don't think I can say anything negative about it. I loved the way that it was written: the narration was subtle, and it felt like it was a narration that slowly embraced my whole being as I read the book. I remember feeling the same way when I read my very first Ishiguro, when I picked up Nocturnes. It was just a style of narration that was addictive and intoxicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With respect to the structure, I appreciated this style where things were slowly revealed to the reader, and the reader's task was to piece things together and string the clues together so that they would make sense as a whole. As much as the topic sounds like science fiction, where the characters exist in a dystopian alternate universe, it wasn't presented as science fiction. Instead, this felt more like a psychological thriller, in which the conflict rested completely within the minds of the three main characters. I guess this is one exception to the stereotype that sees science fiction as all about gadgets and other hype, and lacking soul and emotional impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I loved Never Let Me Go. This is one book that will linger in my head for the days to come. I enthusiastically give it 5 out of 5 stars.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wish to read it from its original website, you can find it &lt;a href="http://blogcritics.org/books/article/book-review-never-let-me-go3/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ec-bW82F3Hg/TuRhPh2EDqI/AAAAAAAABl8/MeMIsZcwMPo/s1600/tumblr_luzb41N27z1r19nvgo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ec-bW82F3Hg/TuRhPh2EDqI/AAAAAAAABl8/MeMIsZcwMPo/s1600/tumblr_luzb41N27z1r19nvgo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another review about the movie-story, taken from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1334260/" target="_blank"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The film begins with onscreen captions explaining that a medical breakthrough in 1952 has permitted the human lifespan to be extended beyond 100 years. Subsequently, the film is narrated by 28-year-old Kathy H. as she reminisces about her childhood at Hailsham, as well as her adult life after leaving the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first section of the film depicts the young Kathy, along with her friends Tommy and Ruth, spending their childhood at Hailsham, a seemingly idyllic English boarding school. It is subtly revealed that the film is set in an alternate twentieth century. One of the teachers is fired after telling the pupils of their fate: they exist to provide donor organs for transplants. They will be nurtured to adult age at which time they will be available for "selection." After their third "selection" they will "complete" before they can be selected for any more procedures. Some "complete" after their first, though, while others survive through four or more procedures. Tommy is emotionally angry and is teased by the other boys. Kathy falls in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second section of the film, the three friends, now teenagers, are rehoused in cottages on a rural farm. They are permitted to leave the grounds if they wish. They do not question the ethics of their situation. At the farm, they meet other graduates of similar places. Kathy, Tom and Ruth are clones who are fascinated by the idea of finding the original people that they were "modeled on". Kathy and her friends are questioned about rumours of the possibility of "deferral" - which allows couples several extra years before being "selected" if they are in love and can prove it. Tommy reasons that the art gallery at Hailsham was intended to identify clones who have a soul. Tommy and Ruth become sexually active. The lonely Kathy applies to become a "carer" - a clone who is taught to drive and trained to give post-operative care to others, and given a temporary reprieve from selection as an exchange for supporting and comforting donors as they are made to give up their organs. She has become a carer by the time she hears that Tommy and Ruth have split up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the third scenario of the film, Kathy has been working as a carer some years later. She has watched many clones "complete" as their organs are donated; their deaths are referred to as "completion". She reunites with Ruth, who is frail after two donations. Ruth has been keeping track of her and Tommy. She helps Kathy arrange their reunion. Ruth admits that she did not love Tommy and seduced him because she was jealous and afraid to be alone. She is consumed with guilt, and has been searching for a way to help Tommy and Kathy. She believes that Tommy and Kathy would qualify for "deferral." She gives them an address, that of "Madame" who would visit the Hailsham and select works of the students' art would be worthy to go into the gallery. Ruth "completes" on the operating table shortly afterward. Tommy explains to Kathy that he has been creating art for the past several years in hopes of a deferral. He and Kathy drive to visit the Madame. There is no such thing as deferral after all though. Tommy's artwork will not help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film ends after Tommy has "completed." Kathy is left alone. Two weeks after losing Tommy, Kathy is notified that her first "selection" will take place in one month. Contemplating their childhood, she speculates whether their fate is really all so different from the people who receive their organs; "We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through or feel we've had enough time."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xylcKculhjI/TuRhdqr48PI/AAAAAAAABmE/wV_b3QRjq3I/s1600/12996641722937_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xylcKculhjI/TuRhdqr48PI/AAAAAAAABmE/wV_b3QRjq3I/s1600/12996641722937_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;I come here and imagine that this is the spot where everything I've lost since my childhood is washed out. I tell myself, if that were true, and I waited long enough then a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I'd see it was Tommy. He'd wave. And maybe call. I don't know if the fantasy go beyond that, I can't let it. I remind myself I was lucky to have had any time with him at all. What I'm not sure about, is if our lives have been so different from the lives of the people we save. We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we've lived through, or feel we've had enough time. ---Kathy, Never Let Me Go. &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-3075207428983269935?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/3075207428983269935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/we-all-complete-book-review-never-let.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/3075207428983269935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/3075207428983269935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/we-all-complete-book-review-never-let.html' title='We All Complete - Book Review: Never Let Me Go'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EjAtzV5QhgA/TuRg5YC7KgI/AAAAAAAABls/W1DsjQvyHJY/s72-c/5872993687_a4804bdb79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-2925105693185665307</id><published>2011-12-11T00:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T11:40:26.926+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Excusez-Moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4Mpnuo170M/TuQyS4RQ_kI/AAAAAAAABlc/D4z0D8z-SpI/s1600/385090_255839501142116_150516628341071_734904_597991920_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had reasons why I showed up this late. I was about to blogging this morning. As yesterday I went to Christmas Celebration with my work colleagues, one of my colleagues took lots of pics as he was in charge for documentation, so I sent message to him to send some of those pics to my email as I am going to blog about it. I was too busy enjoying the celebration and chatting in between and worried at the same time how am I suppose to go home, because the party location was too far from my residence and well, of course, not forgetting to camwhoring with my close friends, that I forgot to take other pics. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he converted the RAW files into JPEG this afternoon, then he's off to his choir rehearsal. I can't wait for any longer. I want to blog so badly, so here I am, babbling about this and that. I'll just blog about yesterday's celebration later on when I've got all the pics, patient, k? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is written yesterday, but I felt asleep, before I had a chance to press the publish button and I am way too lazy to edit the words, so yeah.. read this thread as it still Saturday, not Sunday, okay? :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys again soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.  ---Grace Hopper&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-2925105693185665307?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/2925105693185665307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/excusez-moi.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/2925105693185665307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/2925105693185665307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/excusez-moi.html' title='Excusez-Moi'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M4Mpnuo170M/TuQyS4RQ_kI/AAAAAAAABlc/D4z0D8z-SpI/s72-c/385090_255839501142116_150516628341071_734904_597991920_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-8716263978310784347</id><published>2011-12-09T05:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T05:32:13.169+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Fallen Angel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qbWOh2Ob9F4/TuE3_5YYDwI/AAAAAAAABlU/hBCqHdV9CJo/s1600/tumblr_lg5vs0B0lT1qzbnkjo1_500_large.png.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days in a row, it still early and I felt asleep just like that! Pheww... I must be very berry merry tired inside and outside, body and mind. SIGH. I had a bad sleeping time already, and now it became even worse. I slept around 9 pm and woke at one or two in the middle of night. Feel so fresh with only three to five hours sleep. You must be wondering what the hell am I doing at that time. Well, thanks to the internet for always be there accompanying me whenever I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've already put "Need You Know" - Lady Antebellum's lyrics, I should say, I heard this song a lot, and it is soooo me. I decided to change my background music now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin' at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the whole lyrics, click &lt;a href="http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/need-you-now-lady-antebellum.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; :) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;The promise given was a necessity of the past:  the word broken is a necessity of the present.  ---Niccolo Machiavelli&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-8716263978310784347?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/8716263978310784347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/fallen-angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/8716263978310784347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/8716263978310784347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/fallen-angel.html' title='Fallen Angel...'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qbWOh2Ob9F4/TuE3_5YYDwI/AAAAAAAABlU/hBCqHdV9CJo/s72-c/tumblr_lg5vs0B0lT1qzbnkjo1_500_large.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-5987209442493450899</id><published>2011-12-06T20:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:31:54.045+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Never Let Me Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OMQTENfyHQ/Tt4hya6RPeI/AAAAAAAABkU/C9Zv7rOGi4I/s1600/tumblr_lt9eagvMEp1r315g8o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdvL-Qt_Z6M/Tt4iP529aVI/AAAAAAAABkc/G3bFwIX9fhc/s1600/4547326439_0f64113668_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grbTyuVLxFE/Tt4jLkRWWLI/AAAAAAAABks/hqTkH-eviMY/s1600/tumblr_lgi5gc7r5n1qbygh2o1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading the novel. I was reading it from 2 months ago, but haven't got a chance to finished it, since, &lt;i&gt;again,&lt;/i&gt; I am working. But no worries! I'll finished it ASAP! I can't wait to read my new books that I bought at Kinokuniya on last Sunday. Anyway, I was in a weird state at the moment. I got these butterflies in my stomach. That's not enough said, I know, but psstt.. I want to keep this for myself, sorry, fellas! Well, I won't share it for public, but if ya curious, you can ask me and I'll nicely tell you :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When I think of that moment now, standing with Tommy in the little side-street about to begin our search, I feel a warmth welling up through me. Everything suddenly felt perfect: an hour set aside, stretching ahead us, and there wasn't a better way to spend it. I had to really hold myself back from giggling stupidly, or jumping up and down on the pavement like a little kid. Not long ago, when I was caring for Tommy, and I brought up our Norfolk trip, he told me he'd felt exactly the same. That moment when we decided to go searching for my lost tape, it was like suddenly every cloud had blown away, and we had nothing but fun and laughter before us. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line above, which is narrated by Kathy is taken from "Never Let Me Go" page 169. One of my favorite paragraphs from the book. Now you're guessing why I took it and posted it here. Go, and figure it out yourself as I won't tell ya! *lipsaresealed* :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNOVPKewv8M/Tt4inLALlvI/AAAAAAAABkk/I3pIRUGlHMM/s1600/tumblr_lpuaaiXOmZ1qzbtdfo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkiwQKMXNVs/Tt4jth8DnpI/AAAAAAAABk0/z_c2JGFuM2U/s1600/tumblr_lffxc9Au6m1qzbnkjo1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s42n7tpHy-o/Tt4kP9V1y9I/AAAAAAAABk8/PCFED22vU60/s1600/tumblr_lsimsxtbqC1r2ijlho1_500_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cL6dv8YClds/Tt4l40Cc8vI/AAAAAAAABlE/_iZEcjwrgbA/s1600/tumblr_ltdp0rYKBr1qjdqmyo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_3I_Ct6jOhg/Tt4mDp8I1cI/AAAAAAAABlM/RotT5fwKw8I/s1600/tumblr_l67ljn0IYd1qc291io1_400_large_large.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving you with big question mark marked on your face. Need to get back to the book. See ya alligator!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current's too strong. They've got to let go, drift apart. That's how it is with us. It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever.― Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-5987209442493450899?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/5987209442493450899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/never-let-me-go.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/5987209442493450899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/5987209442493450899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/never-let-me-go.html' title='Never Let Me Go'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_OMQTENfyHQ/Tt4hya6RPeI/AAAAAAAABkU/C9Zv7rOGi4I/s72-c/tumblr_lt9eagvMEp1r315g8o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-6035120177437209413</id><published>2011-12-05T20:46:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:42:35.710+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Souvenir d'Enfance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nPu9Bjsafgo/TtzUCPVG92I/AAAAAAAABj8/eu1uByH5dzE/s1600/tumblr_lvqfzuz1Pe1r61ts6o1_250_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from work and I am so damn sleepy and tired. But I've made a promise, so here I am, posting something to get back on track, by regularly updating my blog, even I don't know what should I write here. I am totally blank. I don't feel like sharing things that happened at the office. It simply gives me headache and tense. It was stressful. That's enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, currently, in my busyness, I started to feel boring with my routines. I don't know, I feel plain. Maybe It's because I am too tired. I am tired but I don't feel like sleeping and resting, yet I don't feel like going out for refreshing. I simply don't know what to do. Ahh.. maybe I am just not in a good mood at the moment. I better get outta here, before I change my mind and delete everything that I already typed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6XQ-Uc4sbZE/TtzUxN2oyhI/AAAAAAAABkM/i_gysB8GgGE/s1600/love-is-31_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6XQ-Uc4sbZE/TtzUxN2oyhI/AAAAAAAABkM/i_gysB8GgGE/s1600/love-is-31_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Internet runs slow tonight, it's a sign for me to get back reading Never Let Me Go, a novel by Kazuo Ishiguro. I can't wait to read my new books that I bought yesterday at Kinokuniya Bookstore. That place is heaven, by the way. Never get bored to visit that bookstore over and over again, and pssttt... it's one of the most memorable places in town! :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao, fellas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Memory is an abstract painting. It doesn't present things as how they are, but rather as how they feel.---Unknown&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-6035120177437209413?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/6035120177437209413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/souvenir-denfance.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/6035120177437209413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/6035120177437209413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/souvenir-denfance.html' title='Souvenir d&apos;Enfance'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nPu9Bjsafgo/TtzUCPVG92I/AAAAAAAABj8/eu1uByH5dzE/s72-c/tumblr_lvqfzuz1Pe1r61ts6o1_250_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-67744370066633886</id><published>2011-12-05T05:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T05:31:20.132+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Need You Now - Lady Antebellum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsStkmF4AuE/TtvzdZD3fyI/AAAAAAAABjs/j7s4rmdXGnE/s1600/tumblr_l7txrkO10C1qbpwzeo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor&lt;br /&gt;Reachin' for the phone 'cause I can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one, I'm a little drunk and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah woaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'd rather hurt than feel nothin' at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a quarter after one I'm all alone and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know how I can do without&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need you now (wait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, baby, I need you now &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--E0s-PGzPIM/Ttv0iyRFyCI/AAAAAAAABj0/BtWMmmkC1mw/s1600/tumblr_lvnq7k0ugb1r66g0go1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current favorite song. Can't stop listening to this song and can't help to not put this song on repeat :D Should I change my background music to as well? What do you think? To be honest, I am too lazy to tweak the codes and find the song on YouTube :p But if&amp;nbsp; you want, I'll change it :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-67744370066633886?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/67744370066633886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/need-you-now-lady-antebellum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/67744370066633886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/67744370066633886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/need-you-now-lady-antebellum.html' title='Need You Now - Lady Antebellum'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsStkmF4AuE/TtvzdZD3fyI/AAAAAAAABjs/j7s4rmdXGnE/s72-c/tumblr_l7txrkO10C1qbpwzeo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-4007926944090903726</id><published>2011-12-04T21:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T05:06:12.647+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adobe Photoshop CS5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adobe photoshop CS4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adobe photoshop CS3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Random Babbling</title><content type='html'>Did you still remember my post about getting a DSLR? Well, last month, I attended the inauguration of our new office building. My work mate, who is also a wedding photographer, brought his DSLR and I finally got my hands dirty by played around with it. I snapped some normal pics using his DSLR and some pics with blurred BG. I quite satisfied with the result and he also said that's not bad for a newbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I took many pics, but I deleted it right away, because I didn't really like how it turns out. This is the only one left. Tell me what do you think, will ya? :) No photoshop, no edit, except I resized it to fit to my blog's pixels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZAj9FluYJk/TtuOU6Ay4mI/AAAAAAAABjk/hkQHiF3PUpE/s1600/IMG_7060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZAj9FluYJk/TtuOU6Ay4mI/AAAAAAAABjk/hkQHiF3PUpE/s1600/IMG_7060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the result that I focused on one flower and blurred the background and the other :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I will definitely get one for myself, if it's possible, next year, around February to April, you won't see any grainy/noise on my pics anymore :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;I never question what to do, it tells me what to do.  The photographs make themselves with my help.  ---Ruth Bernhard&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-4007926944090903726?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/4007926944090903726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/random-babbling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/4007926944090903726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/4007926944090903726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/random-babbling.html' title='Random Babbling'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nZAj9FluYJk/TtuOU6Ay4mI/AAAAAAAABjk/hkQHiF3PUpE/s72-c/IMG_7060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-3755372121603673727</id><published>2011-12-03T23:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T21:14:11.468+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Hello My December</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXVssAS-2go/TtrpUkCFs8I/AAAAAAAABiE/5MVMUv7UuKk/s1600/6432088183_28301d208f_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! Imagine!! Less than a month, 2011 will be over soon. Sometimes I forgot how time can flies this fast. So sad but so happy to give this month a warm welcome. I just love December, because it means, Christmas is near. I Don't have to explain again, why I love Christmas. Everybody loves it, I bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last week, I went to Starbucks with my housemates and this is also one of reasons why I love Christmas. It's Starbucks Christmas Handcrafted Espresso Beverages!! I am not a big fan of coffee, but I like coffee and I'm dying to taste Starbucks Tofffee Nut Latte, but I change my mind right after I saw how tempting Cranberry White chocolate Mocha on the menu list.I should say it was delicious. I just love it! My girls are also love it. I'd love to have another go, next time I visit Starbucks, but I guess, I still want to have Toffee Nut Latte, so maybe in the near future, I will be visiting Starbucks quite often ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried one of Starbucks Holiday Food 2011, Blueberry Cream Cheese Cake. It was okay. If only the pie is salty, it will be more delicious, in my opinion. I was more into Raspberry Temptation, which is a vanilla sponge cake with raspberry jelly on the top plus white chocolate drizzle, layered with cheese butter cream, but it doesn't look too appetizing and since you know that I love to take food pics, so, I chose Blueberry Cream Cheese Cake, as the Barista's recommendation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MhiRpHTjA6E/TtsBZ5VwKtI/AAAAAAAABiU/xMcfcr0_lbI/s1600/IMG_3785.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lrFF2WCO5hM/TtsBm3ssJSI/AAAAAAAABic/4DMZ0dwuaSk/s1600/IMG_3801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ohHeNUeS-OU/TtsBuP0XrJI/AAAAAAAABik/5us3DMRFIGY/s1600/IMG_3815.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uuQUVN8Xq0A/TtsB3AtDD_I/AAAAAAAABis/LgWTcoEWQvc/s1600/IMG_3829.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 9 something when we finished our coffee time and decided to leave. Instead of going home, we headed to Centro Dept. Store to participate in Midnight Sale. I've got a special deal for my favorite Boyfriend Blazer. You know how much I love Blazer and Coat, right, and when I saw it, I was like, OMG!! I want it!! I tried it, and it fits perfectly. It costs 700k something IDR, normal price, but because it's midnight sale, they gave 50% off plus another additional 10% off if you have Centro member card. In the end, I only paid 328.000 IDR, cool, right? Wait until you see the pics yourself. You'd say, I made a good decision by grabbed it. It's worth every penny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rmi8nLRkBWY/Ttt5P16YQDI/AAAAAAAABi0/sB57ndeCcf8/s1600/IMG_3843.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0URofNx_Y2A/Ttt54GCb5fI/AAAAAAAABi8/GynBdlK-6Y0/s1600/IMG_3837.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4R5EL5v8D4/Ttt6FGSQ8cI/AAAAAAAABjE/HOEgUc6tZiE/s1600/IMG_3836.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Invio semi coat-blazer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, before I forgot, a week or two, before I bought the blazer, I also got another Boyfriend Blazer from Forever 21. It's quite cheap too, only 400k something. Sadly, not many sizes and colors left, I want the khaki color, but no s-size anymore, so I grabbed the black one. Now that I open my wardrobe, there are so many black blazers hanging there, but hey! As my dear friend always say to me, you'll never get too much black blazer, right? You could use it to any occasion, formal and informal, from a wedding to malls, simply anywhere :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VOm4pXYfojA/Ttt6dYRfpuI/AAAAAAAABjM/74LQRKsDWI0/s1600/IMG_3739.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forever 21 Boyfriend Blazer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1uTD5v9vEOQ/Ttt7iCXoRJI/AAAAAAAABjc/3Kk2X3ecv5s/s1600/IMG_3737.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love them!! My favorite blazer ever! I won't stop finding another &lt;strike&gt;one, no, two&lt;/strike&gt; or well, three :p with different colors and models. These are pretty much my style and will always be my favorite style in dressing, so yeah, you'll see me wearing these kind of outfits very often. I'll just mix and match with different tank tops, pants or even with mini dresses, etc etc. I don't know, we'll see :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day.  Don't clean it up too quickly.  ---Andy Rooney&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-3755372121603673727?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/3755372121603673727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/hello-my-december.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/3755372121603673727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/3755372121603673727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/hello-my-december.html' title='Hello My December'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXVssAS-2go/TtrpUkCFs8I/AAAAAAAABiE/5MVMUv7UuKk/s72-c/6432088183_28301d208f_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-1225593738236711291</id><published>2011-12-03T18:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T09:35:12.522+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>All Brand New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ced5P__XKk/TtpFMsx3dUI/AAAAAAAABhs/nTZHsc75OUM/s1600/Tonight_by_vedoo_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt that I am such a bad bad bad blogger. Period. No need to comment. I've got enough with bad thoughts inside my head, like my left brain is quarreling with my right brain, that I should change this bad habit. I am and was freaking busy within these few weeks, but it's not like I don't have time at all for blogging, I'm just not in the mood. Lately, I am out of words, as you can see, I rarely update my twitter as well. Beside the fact that I am not in the mood, the signal in my new office&lt;i&gt;-oh, yeah, we've moved to new office building now, I'll tell you more about it later on-&lt;/i&gt;is bad like you're in the middle of nowhere and can't reach for any signals. It just sucks. So, I won't bother to tweet something unimportant. I'll tweet when I feel like tweeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't feel like sharing about office stuffs here, because sometimes it gives me tense, but yeah, not much I can share here anymore, since I spent my weekdays in the office, so, start from now on, you'll read many words related to office and work. Please get used to it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we've finally moved to our new office building. Everything is new, the desks, the phones, drawers, etc etc. Not everything that new is good, though. The new office made some of us must put a lot of effort to reach it. First, the place is a little farther than the old building, &lt;i&gt;a little&lt;/i&gt;, note that, but hello, this is JAKARTA! an inch different would makes a BIG difference and would takes a LOT longer to reach that place. As for me, to reach the old building, I just need to catch a bus and stop at the 5th station and take some walk to enter the building. It's located in the middle of one of the busiest district in town, but accessible from anywhere. I just love the location and this area, because it close to my residence. I took 8.00 am bus and I won't be late for office, how cool is that, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A9dq7OfpHOw/TtpFhdloAGI/AAAAAAAABh0/0qTRljQbqEI/s1600/281334307941854455_1VV2N9wN_c_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as the new place, is still located in the other side of the busiest area in town&lt;i&gt;-which is part of the town that I dislike&lt;/i&gt;-our building location is isolated, our building is the first building after a large area of what we used to called "jungle" in the middle of town. It's a large area of bush. Do not image it, I might be exaggerating it :p But for real, it's so far. We need to take a long walk from bus station to reach this place. I always ended up sweating hard! Fiuhhh!! I don't like it. Feel like I wanna take a shower again and again. I want to stay fresh when I reach my office, not with my outfit stick to my wet skin. :(&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I rarely put my feet on this part of the town, simply because I don't like it and not too many malls here, so yeah, I don't have to explain more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, the signal thingy that I've told you before. The signal in this area is sucks to the max. This is bad because it drained our phone juices. I need to bring my charger(s) to office, like freaking everyday. SIGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, no canteen, no food court, no mini-mart available in our office building, yet. Imagine, we have to bring our lunch, or call for delivery order, junk food, plain and boring, or else, you need to&lt;i&gt;-again-&lt;/i&gt;take a long walk to the other building to get&lt;i&gt; a-not-so-delicious-food-yet-sooooo-freaking-expensive&lt;/i&gt;. Okay, 3 reasons are enough to make a conclusion that "new" doesn't always good, right? Agree or not, that's the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only positive side is, the more you walk, the more calories you burn, the healthier you are, right? Good for us, free treadmill, free sauna, good for your diet, because you can't easily get food to eat. I loose some weight, and gained another weight, as I am tired of too much walking, so, I ate a LOT, and the air conditioner in the new building is so damn freezing! Makes you hungry almost all the time, not working for me though, but still it's not good, not good, because it makes me freezing to death and sleepy. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough talking about new office building. I'll see u again on the next post. I am so in a mood for blogging now! So, let's create more threads :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Most people are other people.  Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.  ---Oscar Wilde, De Profundis, 1905&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-1225593738236711291?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/1225593738236711291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/all-brand-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/1225593738236711291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/1225593738236711291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/12/all-brand-new.html' title='All Brand New'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ced5P__XKk/TtpFMsx3dUI/AAAAAAAABhs/nTZHsc75OUM/s72-c/Tonight_by_vedoo_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-3250321223328462710</id><published>2011-11-13T10:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T11:39:52.256+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwSHb9xKTBU/Tr9Fi8thW8I/AAAAAAAABg4/t1h9EYMHqMI/s1600/tumblr_lukz8txrNE1r4g95ko1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I didn't come back yesterday as promised. I came home early, yesterday, around 8 pm or something, can't really remember, but it's not late for sure. We went to Ambassador mall, ate noodle as my dinner then went to window shopping then headed to carrefour. I bought some fruits, soap and daily stuffs there. Not many, but enough to make me broke to the bones. I have to seriously started to control my expenses as for now, I am no longer get money from my parents, so I literally living on my own, well, yeah, they still pay my room-rent here, but I'll take care the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W3eYHzqziN0/Tr9Bd2H-IOI/AAAAAAAABgw/giKQnXbKVxs/s1600/317048_2691445048340_1322922420_3135026_574431815_n_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sick, literally sick. Sick in body and mind, head and heart, inside and outside. Terribly and seriously ill and sick. I don't know how to put this into proper words that doesn't sound pathetic, but that's the truth. That's the reason why I didn't come back here yesterday, but I was not sleeping and get some rest either :p So, what the hell am I doing in my weak condition? I was worrying &lt;strike&gt;you&lt;/strike&gt;, er no, &lt;b&gt;there's a bloody lizard on my room. GEEZ!!&lt;/b&gt; I knocked my friend's room to help me to get rid this small nasty and disgusting creature out of my room, but I was out of luck. She was wearing earphone and heard the music with max volume. MANNNNN!! I thought she's already felt asleep, but I still can heard noise comes out of her room so I texted her. By the time I've got a chance to talk to her about this tiny lizard, she laughed at me so hard before she's agreed to help me, but it's nowhere to be found anymore. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda late, by the time we finished searching in vain, and I was damn sleepy, so I decided to go to sleep in worry. Sleeping in worry doesn't bring any good at all. I slept at 1 something, then wake at 2.30 am or so and I stayed awake till morning. Now I've got influenza, headache, &lt;strike&gt;heartache&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;i&gt;-errr, oopps.. typo and not typo ;p-&lt;/i&gt;panda eyes, sore throat and cough is on its way coming. Everybody tell me to take some meds or at least vitamins, but I hate medicines, drugs, anything similar stuffs, you name it! So, I just need to lay down and take some rest hopefully I will be recovered. Not in the near future for sure... But hey, let's hope... After all, you are my only drug and I am addicted to you :p &lt;i&gt;---ignore this line! LOL---&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t7Fh-XYf5wA/Tr9F4R3FaMI/AAAAAAAABhA/MAqK-2fqWKI/s1600/tumblr_lukz5tRB1X1r4g95ko1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I7czLisBbzE/Tr9GKwXYx0I/AAAAAAAABhI/atmQD2zGWk4/s1600/tumblr_lukz6p4QL71r4g95ko1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wanna share many things and story, but let's be selfish for a while, good or bad, happy or sad moments,  I'll keep them for myself, at the moment. I don't feel like sharing them with you guys, not this time, sorry. But if you, you and you wish to know more, you still can ask me personally and I'd love to explain :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold. ---Zelda Fitzgerald&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-3250321223328462710?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/3250321223328462710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/11/sunday-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/3250321223328462710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/3250321223328462710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/11/sunday-afternoon.html' title='Sunday Afternoon'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwSHb9xKTBU/Tr9Fi8thW8I/AAAAAAAABg4/t1h9EYMHqMI/s72-c/tumblr_lukz8txrNE1r4g95ko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-490998773502218934</id><published>2011-11-12T15:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T16:14:10.891+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quick post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Quick Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_r3kzjePLQ/Tr43wrZ00rI/AAAAAAAABgg/T76VTvWPM7k/s400/tumblr_lu91bwckSY1qg81q3o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to blogging but my housemate knocked on my door and asked me out to accompany her to do grocery shopping at carrefour, so yeah, I'll see you guys tonight, if I don't get home too late :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya soon, Alligator :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55ZF2BUIB6E/Tr439XrGiKI/AAAAAAAABgo/h7PlKvshLTs/s400/tumblr_lugw5uCT2Y1qabct4o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dear Steffi, sorry, I'm using your husband as one my fave quotes :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.  ~Peter Ustinov&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-490998773502218934?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/490998773502218934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/11/quick-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/490998773502218934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/490998773502218934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/11/quick-post.html' title='Quick Post'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--_r3kzjePLQ/Tr43wrZ00rI/AAAAAAAABgg/T76VTvWPM7k/s72-c/tumblr_lu91bwckSY1qg81q3o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-1169432331662827135</id><published>2011-11-02T06:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T06:05:54.074+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>November and The Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lG5NZy6_dLs/TrB6MTVSL-I/AAAAAAAABfw/bEU7Ch3ipv0/s1600/tumblr_ltz56tH1ei1qkh4sfo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning! It's bloody 5.13 am&lt;i&gt;-while I started typing this-&lt;/i&gt;and I'm already wide awake from 4 something in the morning. Last night I could sleep well, I can say, but still, I am so so sleepy because of&amp;nbsp; woke too early. Anyway, what the hell am I doing since then? Well, I browsed around and find some interesting quotes on twitter, from The Love Stories. You must have heard about it, right? Well, yeah, I was the one who creating the logo for them :) This account is worth to follow! Let me tell you that once again. You can find many quotes that suits you the most, no matter what is your mood at the moment, believe me. So, what are you waiting for? Click the follow button right away, if you've already had a twitter account, simply follow this &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/TheLoveStories" target="_blank"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are what I've found this morning. I just love and can't more agree with the quotes. Couldn't help myself for not re-post the quotes here, even I already RT-ed them on my twitter account. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON... they really do. You may not understand it at the moment, but in time it will all make sense to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: Don't make any decisions when you're ANGRY. And Never make any promises when you're HAPPY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never have EXACTLY what you want, but in the end God always gives you exactly what you need to make you into the person you should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing in life that is worth waiting for is Love. Wait for someone who makes you smile when you're at your saddest. It's worth the wait! Love can't always be measured by how long you wait. Its about how you understand why you're waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have many different meanings for love but one thing is for sure. Lust is the desire for the body &amp;amp; Love is the desire for their soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, I can do this all day long, but I have to stop now, as I'm going to late for work if I don't go for a shower now. Here's the last quote for you, my favorite, at the moment. Hope you guys get inspired by the quotes and have a good day to all of you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift you can give to a special someone is your &lt;b&gt;TIME&lt;/b&gt;. Its like &lt;b&gt;you're giving the portion of your life&lt;/b&gt; that you &lt;b&gt;can never bring back&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forgot, it's November! Time really really flies. I couldn't believe that beautiful and lovely October has ended. Kinda sad, because it was such a great month to me. Almost every good things happened in October, well, some bad things also happened too, but, in the end, everything that has happened only brought happiness and goodness for me.. it was such... ahh.. you can mention all good words for this month :) But yeah, as time goes by, life also goes on. Everything happened for a reasons and well, maybe it's meant to be ended this way, to me, to add another sweet,beautiful and memorable moments and memories to my life's history. Hopefully, November, treat me right and good the way October did, will ya? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RTznNde8IZo/TrB6hZk77mI/AAAAAAAABf4/wQOZVSeVk5w/s1600/tumblr_ls5m01wkHv1qd6qvdo1_400_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;A promise people break the most: I promise I won't hurt/disappoint you. ---The Love Stories.&lt;/h3&gt;P.S. I never promise anything quite like the line above. I just promise that I would give my all to make those people I love the most in the world happy, whatever it is. Hopefully, it wont hurt/disappoint them, especially you ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-1169432331662827135?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/1169432331662827135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/11/november-and-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/1169432331662827135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/1169432331662827135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/11/november-and-quotes.html' title='November and The Quotes'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lG5NZy6_dLs/TrB6MTVSL-I/AAAAAAAABfw/bEU7Ch3ipv0/s72-c/tumblr_ltz56tH1ei1qkh4sfo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-6006153539998856996</id><published>2011-10-30T11:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T05:56:23.277+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Positive and Negative</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hTqgBcfDY4/TqzDRstqZjI/AAAAAAAABfc/-1KegpT_jEM/s1600/moonfaceworkingfromhome_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello people and my abandoned blog. I'm so so so sorry for disappear for quite some time. I miss blogging so much, and there's so many things to share here, but time is the main problem. Could hardly find time to do it, since I'm working. It has been 2 weeks for me working as an accountant&lt;i&gt;-sigh-&lt;/i&gt;Well, I'm &lt;i&gt;sigh-ing&lt;/i&gt; not because I am not grateful with the job, but you know why. Even I don't really like being an accountant, I still grateful to had a real job, finally. It's tiring but well, I quite enjoyed it, maybe it's because I was stuck in boredom for quite some time, so it feels great to finally working, or well, it's maybe because I am newbie, so there's not much I can do at the moment, yet. I don't know how it will be after I work there for a month or so. With "not too many" things to do, already makes me so busy, so we'll see. But yeah, it feels good to be able to do something "useful" with my time and making some cash out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are positive things and negative things too, regarding to this working stuff. Let's talk about the positive first. I sleep earlier and wake earlier too. Good stuffs, eh? Wait until you hear the next thing, and think a-gain. I think I had insomnia, you already knew that, righ? I usually went to bed around 1, 2, 3 etc etc in the morning, but 10 or 11 since I'm working, then I woke earlier, like too early to be true. I always woke around 1.30 or 2 or 3 am and I'll stay awake till 5 then off to bath. This panda eye is getting darker day by day :( And you know, the worst thing is, so, we had new neighbor&lt;i&gt;-the room next to mine is occupied now, and it has been occupied like 3 weeks or so-&lt;/i&gt;and let me tell you, this neighbor is no ordinary neighbor. It's super duper annoying neighbor, kind of a-neighbour-from-hell. Seriously. She couldn't stop singing all day long and turn her radio/music on to its max volume. How annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, on a beautiful Saturday morning when you really really need to sleep more or let's say you need your quality sleep, no need to wake "too early"&lt;i&gt;-actually I couldn't sleep a little later than before because I used to go to swimming in the morning with my house mates, so yeah, I do really need an extra one to two hours in my sleep time but she ruined those extra hours!-&lt;/i&gt;She used to wake around 4 or 5 am then she turned her music and started to singing like a &lt;i&gt;professional&lt;b&gt;-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;BATHROOM&lt;/b&gt;-singer! Then she could get in and out from her room over and over again and slammed the door shut as she pleased, like no one else stay in this little house and they're all still sleeping or half awake, just like me. Like it or not, I have to wake up! Man!!It's Saturday and I woke at 4 or 5 in the morning?!? Then I have to prepare at 6 and go swimming at 7 am!! You've got to be kidding me! At least I could still be sleeping till 6 am!! Why don't you just kill me right away! I have an alarm clock that no need to be adjusted but will ring and call you to wake up at 4 or 5 am, everyday, interesting? Let me know if you need one, I'll send it for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, dude!! Where's your good manners? Geez!! You're not staying here ALONE. There are times when I feel like rushing out and bang on her door and shout at her to shut her f*ckin mouth. But I won't do that. I am not willing to put such a big effort to deal with people that has no brain at all. Simply because it's useless and I am not here to get enemies. Silently I pray, hopefully God will hear my prayer and send some extra brains for her to think! How nice, I am, right? :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, another positive things is, it feels like back to school again, which is good feeling to me. One of my favorite moments in life is high school moment, and now I feel like having it again, how cool is that, right? :) I woke early, said my morning prayer, went to bath, had some breakie then walked to bus station. What a healthy life. I feel so blessed to be able to do such routines. On the other hand, the negative side are, I don't like when it's about to go-home-time, they would tell me to stay a little later. I hate working overtime. I don't like it, even if they double pay you for that&lt;i&gt;-which unfortunately, not in this company-&lt;/i&gt;It has nothing to do with the money or me being lazy. I just found out that nothing is good coming from a tired mind and body. To me working overtime is useless, moreover if you're not willing to do it at all. It's not productive at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXr6jZE7IpY/TqzC4MsblQI/AAAAAAAABfU/pxTnZ_rlQL4/s1600/4460979098_a1e2189990_z_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it why some companies always tell their employees to work overtime. That's why I prefer working at banking industries. The job descriptions are clear, you only do your job and no need to worry about other things. Dressed and work neatly, and most important, on-time working hours. Some of these people in the office, talking, eating, joking, chatting, do this and that&lt;i&gt;-well, it's okay, as long as you keep your job's done. I have to admit, I did these too, sometimes, but mostly I did it when I have no more works to do, or when I got bored-&lt;/i&gt;while they're working then they took overtime because their job hasn't finished yet and for overtime payment sake and people would look at them that they're diligently working and very loyal to the company and to their job. SIGH. Why people are so fake? I prefer to skip my lunch time to get the job finished instead of working overtime. Sometimes I think some companies are too stupid to let their employees to work overtime. They have to spend extra cash for the work that actually could be done in office-hour but people are corrupting the time. I, myself, prefer to bring my work home and but of course I will still get the extra payment for that rather than spending hours at the office till it's late. Maybe it's simply because I am a woman and I haven't got any car, yet, but taking public transportation and it's uncomfortable for me and it simply not safe for a girl to come home late, especially here, in Jakarta. I think working overtime is okay as long as you've been working that hard but still there are so many things need to be done right away, and the office-hours are just not enough. That's what inside my head, this is personal opinion, so please, don't argue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wGzwTenuDZ8/TqzDoaTDr1I/AAAAAAAABfk/cOOMz8dA1sI/s1600/tumblr_ljvggfClqL1qc4uvwo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOL!! This what people mostly do, but not me, of course :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another positive and negative effect at the same time is all about well dressed for work. I love working outfits. Like seriously like it. If it's okay, I'd love to dressed like that for not only at work. :) The positive is, I love the outfits, it makes me even more enthusiasm in the morning to go to work. The negative side is, I need to renew my wardrobe as I do not have many work outfits, so, I went shopping and this is bad. LOL :p&lt;br /&gt;Shopping, shopping and shopping will definitely burn a BIG hole on my pocket! SIGH Not good, not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remind me to do saving! Or seriously I'll get broke to the bones! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, save the other stories for next time. I'm leaving now. Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.  ~Eric Fromm&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-6006153539998856996?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/6006153539998856996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/10/positve-and-negative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/6006153539998856996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/6006153539998856996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/10/positve-and-negative.html' title='Positive and Negative'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1hTqgBcfDY4/TqzDRstqZjI/AAAAAAAABfc/-1KegpT_jEM/s72-c/moonfaceworkingfromhome_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-889666072023983887</id><published>2011-10-20T13:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T08:04:08.783+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><title type='text'>Quick Post!</title><content type='html'>Not much I can say.. I'm so damn busy and tired. Don't have many times to hanging around here anymore. I miss that moment. I miss my daily routines. I miss reading. I miss wake up one day on a very late afternoon. I simply miss everything... Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll upload pics later on, as I can't upload anything from iPhone =\ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Letting go is the best way to hold on.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-889666072023983887?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/889666072023983887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/10/quick-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/889666072023983887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/889666072023983887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/10/quick-post.html' title='Quick Post!'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-4904355672734132492</id><published>2011-10-12T23:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:14:10.617+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iTunes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>Happy iOS5 day, everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PjDY4b0LTgg/TpW6LZMv6iI/AAAAAAAABfE/Sgn-RAEq7_E/s640/6v3ssr.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My JB-ed iPhone Homescreen with iOS 4.3.1 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should blog about this tomorrow morning, right after I install the iOS 5, to give you some reviews about it, but yeah, currently, I don't know what to do anymore beside waiting, waiting and waiting for the whole day for this iOS. I'm currently reading Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, but it seems like I can't concentrate, so yeah, I put it down and decide to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, until this moment, I'm still unsure whether I should upgrade it right away or not. I might get new awesome features and yet loosing all of my pirated apps and tweaks, since it's currently unjailbreakable&lt;i&gt;-or let's say, tethered JB-&lt;/i&gt;But yeah, I guess, I can't wait for any longer anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it gave me headache, every time I saw my iTunes. I don't know what the hell is wrong with it, but until now, I can't access to iTunes store. It always showed a white blank page. SIGH. I've un-installed and re-installed it, loosing everything, but it stays the same. Can't opened iTunes store, can't backup anything etc etc. I have no ideaaaaaa at all. A friend of mine suggesting me to upgrade my laptop, which is means, I have to re-formatted it. Hoahhh!! I don't know what to do. Let's just wait for the freaking iOS 5 out first and we'll see if I am be able to download and install it to my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7VFlr7--O0/TpW8kMiTGnI/AAAAAAAABfM/BL9Lxhi4ri8/s400/11x06070726.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's get out of here and waiting again. iOS 5 is around the corner. It will be arrived in any minutes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Stay hungry, stay foolish. ---Steve Jobs &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-4904355672734132492?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/4904355672734132492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/10/happy-ios5-day-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/4904355672734132492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/4904355672734132492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/10/happy-ios5-day-everyone.html' title='Happy iOS5 day, everyone!'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PjDY4b0LTgg/TpW6LZMv6iI/AAAAAAAABfE/Sgn-RAEq7_E/s72-c/6v3ssr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-9023653390235523614</id><published>2011-10-11T23:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T23:56:25.152+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Sanctum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5-fP3CTEjw/TpRxyKD4oHI/AAAAAAAABek/25ea7MJR3M4/s400/sanctum.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is way too late, but I've just finished watched this movie. It's about an underwater cave diving team experiences a life-threatening crisis during an expedition to the unexplored and least accessible cave system in the world. A friend of mine said that it's based on true story. Well, the movie was okay, but I'm here not suggesting you guys to watch it or give a good or bad opinion about it. It's just because couple hours ago before I watched this movie, my house mate was telling her 3 days trip as backpackers with her boyfriend. Such a great experience, she said. That's why I am so excited and I came up with this post. Anyway, we decided to make plan to hiking to mountains, rafting and doing others adventures! I just can't wait to make it to reality. I love doing such things, you know, but haven't got chances to do that. And of course, old story, permission not granted. SIGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JfLCOsbJmO8/TpR04qU7GUI/AAAAAAAABe0/Z1iqtOKDdPU/s1600/tumblr_lso778mauA1qcxieko1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know, mum and dad, we've grown up a bit, I suppose, so, we can take care of ourselves. Don't worry too much, okay. I will still let you guys know, when I'll be going to do such things, with or with your permission of course. :D Hopefully permission granted and we can make it in the near future, as for now, I still have pretty much free time. Finger crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OXW9cc1vkG8/TpR0LiohsYI/AAAAAAAABes/3KpTQjuZTv0/s1600/tumblr_ls7b4jrM9N1qema2oo1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Some stories are true that never happened.  ---Elie Weisel&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3021139505018230734-9023653390235523614?l=www.claustrawberry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/feeds/9023653390235523614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/10/sanctum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/9023653390235523614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3021139505018230734/posts/default/9023653390235523614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.claustrawberry.com/2011/10/sanctum.html' title='Sanctum'/><author><name>fragaria vesca</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/102517871011172539832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1IUMkOjUaLw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABvw/1ItGtwVAcuw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5-fP3CTEjw/TpRxyKD4oHI/AAAAAAAABek/25ea7MJR3M4/s72-c/sanctum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3021139505018230734.post-4430437184082438748</id><published>2011-10-10T11:09:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:24:53.710+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Librarian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UaMNbHzpack/TpJyTvcqGRI/AAAAAAAABeg/tGpJvDfm7fs/s1600/41DStNTzjSL._SS500_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UaMNbHzpack/TpJyTvcqGRI/AAAAAAAABeg/tGpJvDfm7fs/s1600/41DStNTzjSL._SS500_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This definitely my favorite song. It will become my all-time-favorite songs ever. Since I downloaded it three days ago, I just can't stop listening to it. I put it on repeat, on iTunes, iPod, everywhere!. Do you remember when visited my blog, there's a BG music there. Now that I've put it down and didn't write the code somewhere else as back up, I'm not so sure if I can add a BG music on my blog again. I'll try to browse around and figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;LAURA JANE SCOTT - THE LIBRARIAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the distance it takes to sail around the world&lt;br /&gt;I've done it many times on seas of&amp;nbsp; Van Gogh green&lt;br /&gt;and every night with certainty the stars&lt;br /&gt;descend around the hull like fireflies&lt;br /&gt;it's no surprise I'm here tonight&lt;br /&gt;holding out hope for a change in the tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted windows on the skyline&lt;br /&gt;sail me off this empty island&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home before you know it&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home before you know I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the secret waves&lt;br /&gt;that lap around the world&lt;br /&gt;the mermaids sing of them&lt;br /&gt;as they brush their hair with coral&lt;br /&gt;where every lighthouse sends a beam like&lt;br /&gt;Roman column to a city down below &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this I know &lt;br /&gt;to plunge down and breath &lt;br /&gt;is more than possible if you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted windows on the skyline&lt;br /&gt;sail me off this empty island&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home before you know me it&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home before you know I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala...(x8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the distance it takes to sail around the world&lt;br /&gt;I've done it many times behind my knotted desk&lt;br /&gt;in quite service too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stories I collect&lt;br /&gt;until it's time to close&lt;br /&gt;and go home for the night&lt;br /&gt;without the pirates without the sirens&lt;br /&gt;without the love notes in bottles at sea&lt;br /&gt;waiting for someone&lt;br /&gt;waiting for someone, like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted windows on the skyline&lt;br /&gt;sail me off this empty island&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home before you know it&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home before you know I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;(x2)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/b&gt; I decided to put MixPod player on my blog, because I'm giving up in finding the HTML code for invisible background music for blogger, so yeah, this will do. The track is taken from YouTube, so the buffering is quite fast. Moreover, with this MixPod player, you guys can have a full control to the song. Feel free play/pause/stop it, if you find this song is annoying while reading my blog. :) Let me know if you are having issue with playing/stopping the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #e06666;"&gt;UPDATE 11.52 AM:&lt;/b&gt; I'm currently updating the lyric. The lyric that I found and copied here is sucks. Too many typo. Now I'm listening to the song over and over again and correcting the words. :) Let me know if I misheard them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;You give but little when you give of your possessions.  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