<?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-22183479</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:27:56.061+07:00</updated><category term='halloween'/><category term='books'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>all about my world... :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-3954346855334365329</id><published>2008-07-12T22:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:59:46.255+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving In!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;11 July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*males nulis lagi jadi copy paste email ke papa mama*&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;FIUH! Thank GOD semua pindahan berjalan dengan lancar, walaupun badan dan lengen sakit-sakit semua hari ini gara-gara narik koper 20 kg ke lantai dua pakai tangga (udah hampir nggelundung ke bawah saking ga kuatnya, tapi berhubung di rumah ga ada siapa-siapa, ga ada yang nolongin kalau aku nggelundung ke bawah sama koper, yah, nasib deh, jadi musti bertahan).. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku sedih ninggalin Opal 2. Waktu abis beres-beres, kayaknya aneh aja liat kamarku kosong dan kayak ga pernah ada yang  tinggal di situ. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRdn5tG5I/AAAAAAAABbQ/IEUoZdWTg2c/opal1.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRdn5tG5I/AAAAAAAABbQ/IEUoZdWTg2c/opal1.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjReaDWtZI/AAAAAAAABbY/gR1HYjZuID4/opal2.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjReaDWtZI/AAAAAAAABbY/gR1HYjZuID4/opal2.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRfNii4QI/AAAAAAAABbg/jwdIuWizyoE/opal3.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRfNii4QI/AAAAAAAABbg/jwdIuWizyoE/opal3.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRfxpqtPI/AAAAAAAABbo/1LKPkkxnr0k/opal4.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRfxpqtPI/AAAAAAAABbo/1LKPkkxnr0k/opal4.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Udah sedih-sedih, keluar kamar dan ngeliat barang yang musti aku angkut ke sana. GABRUK!! mau nangis rasanya, banyak bangeeeeeeeeeet.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRguCinZI/AAAAAAAABbw/dootd83-Yec/suitcase.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRguCinZI/AAAAAAAABbw/dootd83-Yec/suitcase.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRhuCQygI/AAAAAAAABb4/GiZFwK7CHxM/suitcase2.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRhuCQygI/AAAAAAAABb4/GiZFwK7CHxM/suitcase2.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wahahahahahaha.. bingung kan.. aku juga bingung, apaan aja ya tu isinya. Yang jelas ada 2 box dan 1 kantong plastik gede punya Agnes yang dia titipin ke aku, tapi lainnya punyaku semua. ... ... Hohoho.. Yang jelas kalau aku pulang bawa segitu, bisa dihadang di airport ga boleh lewat :))) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Waktu jam 2 akhirnya Adam sampai di Opal 2, karena dia mau bantuin ngangkutin barang pakai mobilnya. Dan staff di Opal 2 itu ampuuun deh. Masa mau pinjam trolley aja perlu driving license. Takut kali ya trolleynya dicolong student yang pindahan ga pakai mobil. Jadi aku pake nagih SIM nya Adam dulu cuma buat pinjem trolley. Pas udah ngasih kartu SIMnya, mereka tetep ga mau ngasih trolleynya karena katanya fotonya ga mirip. :| Duh.. Aku kirain cuma bercanda, jadi aku sengaja bilang, "No, it's really me, but my hair is now longer, maybe that's why I look different." Terus dia ngakak gitu, terus bilang, "No, we can't accept this." ....... ......... ......... ......... .......... Jadi udah keringetan ngepakin barang, pake nawar nawar dulu sama staffnya. "I'm an international student, I don't have driving license. He's gonna drive me there with all of my suitcases, that's his driving license. Oh, please, I have lots of suitcases, I'm gonna die if you don't lend me the trolley." and so on, and so on, and so on... akhirnya dia bilang, "Fine, fine, I'll let you go this time." :D Yaaay.. tapi terus kan aku inget ada barangnya Akanimo juga, jadi aku bilang, "Thanks a lot, You're so nice! Can I borrow two?" Terus staffnya tampangnya udah bete gitu.. :)) hahahahaha... kesian banget, tapi ternyata aku di sini udah mulai bisa nawar ;;) Hahahaha.. setelah berargumentasi cukup panjang, akhirnya dikasih deh 2 trolley :D Sampai atas, orang-orang udah protes gitu aku pergi lama banget.. Nyeh.. mereka tidak tahu aku berjuang cuma buat mendapatkan trolley.. X) HAHAHA *evil laugh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Ya jadi terus kita mulai mengangkut2 dibantuin Vivian. It was raining, jadi kita kehujanan gitu karena tempat parkirnya tidak terlindungi atap. Dan saking banyak barangnya, jadi ga cukup sekali jalan. Jadi kita bolak balik 2 kali, bener-bener mau mampus. :D Hahaha,, well long story short, akhirnya semua barang nyampe juga ke Crookes. :) Tapi berhubung Adam musti kerja, jadi kelar pindahin semua barang ke dalam rumah di ground floor, dia musti siap-siap, jadi kita ditinggalin deh. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's so weird. Rumah kosong. Ga ada barang. Ga ada Internet. Ga ada makanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Jadi aku dan Akanimo ngambil jaket, keluar hujan-hujan, ke supermarket terdekat, beli makanan, sabun cuci, pembersih kamar mandi, spons dan semua perlengkapan rumah lainnya. Di sini ada supermarket jauh lebih gede dari supermarket deket Opal 2. Tapi barang-barangnya lebih mahal semua. :( Masa beli telur biasanya di bawah 1 pounds, kemaren 1.35 pounds. Kayaknya itu supermarket buat orang kaya deh. :| Musti dipikirkan nih gimana caranya kalau belanja bulanan, kalau di situ bisa kurus aku (atau Papa yang kurus? :P). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Kelar belanja, kita mulailah memindahkan semua koper ke kamar. For the love of God, I admire myself for being able to do that by myself. Inget kan koperku yang biru itu, bagaimana 'ringannya'. Bayangin ngangkat itu di tangga yang lebarnya ... 90 cm (seriously, aku barusan ngitung pake jengkal). Jadi aku ga bisa berdiri di step yang sama sama kopernya. Jadi aku berdiri di atasnya, nungging, terus narik. Tiap satu tangga duduk dulu sambil masih narik, karena kalau enggak jatoh. Pas nungging mau narik lagi jadi mau nggelundung gitu. Tangganya banyak banget lagi. Thank goodness I live in the 1st floor. Ga kebayang kalau tinggal di attic. Mana tangganya muter lagi kalau naik ke attic. Hahahahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Jadilah terus Akanimo pergi karena dia ada urusan dan aku mulai meng-unpack barang. After a few hours, I am proud to say, "This is my new room!" :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRvrhxL6I/AAAAAAAABdI/xwkjLL5-lzM/bedroom1.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRvrhxL6I/AAAAAAAABdI/xwkjLL5-lzM/bedroom1.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;My bed. It's DOUBLE SIZE! HOHOHOHO!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRyHIaR2I/AAAAAAAABdY/39ctk8Pk4sg/bedroom2.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRyHIaR2I/AAAAAAAABdY/39ctk8Pk4sg/bedroom2.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Rak yang agak reyot. Taruhan 10 pounds, 3 bulan runtuh. :))&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRzLKR-9I/AAAAAAAABdg/FD-i681gpHA/bedroom3.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRzLKR-9I/AAAAAAAABdg/FD-i681gpHA/bedroom3.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Rak sepatu&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjR0U8sg7I/AAAAAAAABdo/umIgijq4gSQ/bedroom4.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjR0U8sg7I/AAAAAAAABdo/umIgijq4gSQ/bedroom4.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Alat-alat mempercantik diri ;) blah. :))&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjR1Znl6TI/AAAAAAAABd0/BMiqUJSPE6Q/bedroom5.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjR1Znl6TI/AAAAAAAABd0/BMiqUJSPE6Q/bedroom5.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Rak baju. Aneh deh ga ada pintunya.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjR28kXvTI/AAAAAAAABd8/t1zvt-XCjy4/bedroom6.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjR28kXvTI/AAAAAAAABd8/t1zvt-XCjy4/bedroom6.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Meja laptop&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjR8CmmqTI/AAAAAAAABeU/EB8K3ju4kDI/bedroom7.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjR8CmmqTI/AAAAAAAABeU/EB8K3ju4kDI/bedroom7.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Photos of my loved ones&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjR5TGumTI/AAAAAAAABeE/9qrTaA4MqMw/bedroom8.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjR5TGumTI/AAAAAAAABeE/9qrTaA4MqMw/bedroom8.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;View from my window&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjR69pD_dI/AAAAAAAABeM/VwCY4-VvSUQ/bedroom9.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjR69pD_dI/AAAAAAAABeM/VwCY4-VvSUQ/bedroom9.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;My big fat suitcase :D&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRwvRXyJI/AAAAAAAABdQ/_w1A3nuC2OM/bedroom10.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRwvRXyJI/AAAAAAAABdQ/_w1A3nuC2OM/bedroom10.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Window by my computer desk&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;What do you think, what do you think? :D Hehehehe.. I felt so awful the first time I moved in. I missed Opal so bad. And I didn't feel that this house was quite a home. Everything felt new and I knew that I have to start adapting to everything all over again. But after the whole unpacking is done, I felt soooo much better. Nothing helps more than putting photos of you guys on the wall. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I really like my new house now. It is really lovely. I like it that my bedroom is so big. The landlord actually made one hell of a renovation since early this month. It's so great seeing that the bathroom is completely done (the last time we came, it was a mess). The kitchen is brand new as well and freakin clean. :D Totally LOVE IT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRivymH0I/AAAAAAAABcA/oDl8I_MjQxY/bathroom.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRivymH0I/AAAAAAAABcA/oDl8I_MjQxY/bathroom.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Bathroom&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRjQ2yKdI/AAAAAAAABcI/c_iGqMi4DRQ/living_room.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRjQ2yKdI/AAAAAAAABcI/c_iGqMi4DRQ/living_room.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Living Room&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRkTxfAhI/AAAAAAAABcQ/gsFNij-vD28/living_room2.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRkTxfAhI/AAAAAAAABcQ/gsFNij-vD28/living_room2.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;TV and weird chair&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRm8p4NxI/AAAAAAAABcg/iMJjo4gpkvw/washing_machine_and_drier.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRm8p4NxI/AAAAAAAABcg/iMJjo4gpkvw/washing_machine_and_drier.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;We have washing machine and drier as well! :)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRl98LASI/AAAAAAAABcY/m5LHPqiCG7c/kitchen.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRl98LASI/AAAAAAAABcY/m5LHPqiCG7c/kitchen.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Kitchen&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRuadEINI/AAAAAAAABdA/xOC9vv5ag68/we_have_plants.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRuadEINI/AAAAAAAABdA/xOC9vv5ag68/we_have_plants.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;And Beth gave us her plant! :)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRn9S4ooI/AAAAAAAABco/L_76y0IKDkA/kitchen2.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRn9S4ooI/AAAAAAAABco/L_76y0IKDkA/kitchen2.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;The oven &amp;amp; stove&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjUh0GFnGI/AAAAAAAABe8/s8HzPUoFLMs/back_door.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjUh0GFnGI/AAAAAAAABe8/s8HzPUoFLMs/back_door.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;Our back door :)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When I came to the house last week, seriously, the living room looks like .... no words can describe it...  reruntuhan rumah kosong. :| They're redoing the wall, the floor, tools everywhere, all workers have paint in their clothes, dust everywhere. We were in complete shock when we came today and it's all done and the landlord put a huge painting that makes the room brighter. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The blue couch in living room is abnormal. :)) It's design for short people I think. Akanimo sat there first time, and she made this weird face. and I asked whether it's comfortable or not. She said, "Well it is, but I'm so close to the ground it's weird." :)) :)) :)) :)) :)) :)) Oh, and we don't have dining table as well. We don't even have a coffee table. Will try to ask the landlord if he'll give us one. :D It's hard to eat on our dengkul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, they still have some work to be done, that's why the garden is in a mess. It's full of tools and carpenter thingy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;table&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRqpa6jiI/AAAAAAAABcw/6wgvrOQkks8/neighbour_garden.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRqpa6jiI/AAAAAAAABcw/6wgvrOQkks8/neighbour_garden.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;This is our neighbour's garden.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="200"&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRs4T7QhI/AAAAAAAABc4/3HM77rPN31s/our_garden.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRs4T7QhI/AAAAAAAABc4/3HM77rPN31s/our_garden.jpg?imgmax=512" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;b&gt;And this is ours, with transparent Monica. :)) :)) :))&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;By the time they finish everything, the garden should be in a beautiful condition as well. It should be sometime in next week. I can't wait. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;One thing that bothers us is that the basement is in complete mess. Akanimo starts complaining about bacteria and whatsoever (she seriously complains a lot :P). To go to the basement, we should go to the white door beside the TV &lt;i&gt;(look at the TV picture above)&lt;/i&gt;. We were thinking of sealing it, but the fridge is right in front of the door. So we were thinking of getting the fridge out, and sealing the door. :P But unfortunately, we need to get our landlord's permission to do that. So we'll see. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh and another thing, is because the bedroom can't be locked.  We can lock it from inside, kayak kunci kamar mandi gitu, tapi dari luar ga bisa. Bahkan keyhole nya pun ga ada. We're gonna talk to the landlord about it, but he's on holiday and won't be back til the 20th. Internet will be taken care of in the next 3 days. We're still deciding which service we should take, and which one provide monthly contract instead of a year contract.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So that's my summary of the whole moving in. :) I survived and I love my new house. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;XXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-3954346855334365329?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/3954346855334365329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=3954346855334365329&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/3954346855334365329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/3954346855334365329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2008/07/moving-in_12.html' title='Moving In!'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/monica.lestari/SHjRdn5tG5I/AAAAAAAABbQ/IEUoZdWTg2c/s72-c/opal1.jpg?imgmax=512' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-3282478407614311858</id><published>2008-06-07T09:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T09:38:41.944+07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of semester 2</title><content type='html'>thank you, God.. I managed to finish 9 essays, posters, presentations and projects this month.. it has been frustrating as hell.. and I'm just soooo grateful that I finally submitted the last 2 this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebration is definitely coming.. will spend this weekend hanging out with friends, have a girly night, watching sex &amp; the city and soccer!! oooh, so excited.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not really.. no, i &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; excited...... just start feeling a bit lost as well.. you know, when you have millions of things to do, you can barely have time to think about yourself.. now that all the assignments are done, i start having thoughts that worry me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'i can't believe semester 2 already passed'&lt;br /&gt;'i'm gonna have to leave my friends'&lt;br /&gt;'i might have to leave my annoyingly luv one'&lt;br /&gt;'what am i gonna do?'&lt;br /&gt;'should i find a job here?'&lt;br /&gt;'in what city? where would my friends be?'&lt;br /&gt;'what if i live far away? would i lose everything i have right now?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always thought this month was unbelievably hard with those 9 crazy assignments.. but dealing with this thoughts.... it's so much more horrible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's almost the same feeling as when i left to UK.. but the thoughts were more like, 'i can't believe i won't be able to meet my family &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;for a year&lt;/span&gt;.. and now... 'i can't believe i might not see my friends &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ever again&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus.. i still have 3 months to do my dissertation, and i'm feeling sad already thinking about leaving.. i don't wanna go.. i don't want things to change.. i like my life here.. i made many good friends whom i love truly, and without them, i wouldn't have been this happy and grateful.. we laugh, we cry, we fight, we are brutally honest with each other, i know their secrets and they know the deepest things about me more than anyone else.. they made me be a better person, a person who is more confident and independent.. :) i love every single time i spent with each one of them, and i do hope i could use the next few months to be a good friend for them too, and just be thankful for every single moment i spend with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, i really can't have nothing to do.. i'm going stupidly melancholy and .... well, a bit crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway :) there is good news! so when i got here last year, i joined an orientation programme for a week, right.. i had an amazing time, it was seriously one of the best moments in my life.. all of the assistants made me feel sooo welcome, that i didn't even feel homesick when i arrived.. they're so incredibly approachable, friendly, nice and caring.. i had friends who didn't join orientation because they didn't think it was worth it, and they had lots of troubles settling in, because everything was new, and they didn't know anyone, and it was so frustrating for them.. while me, i made LOTS of friends during orientation.. all lonely students, lived for 7 days in the same roof.. we helped each other, and it created amazing connection.. it was an unforgettable experience.. i realized how it could be soooo beneficial for new students, that i decided to apply to be an assistant for the orientation this year.. and guess what... after training and interview, i got the job!!! :D i literally screamed when i got the announcement.. i'm just soooo bloody happy that i have the chance to do the same, helping the new students settling in.. :) it's just AWESOME! and i'm so looking forward to it.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... thinking about it definitely gives me a better mood :D well done, mon.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~5 days have passed, 5 more to go.. Tesknie za Toba.. come back soon..... xxxxxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-3282478407614311858?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/3282478407614311858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=3282478407614311858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/3282478407614311858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/3282478407614311858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-semester-2.html' title='end of semester 2'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-538888514490109266</id><published>2008-05-28T06:25:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T06:31:19.715+07:00</updated><title type='text'>beware!</title><content type='html'>don't you just bloody hate when you have a bloody mood swing....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's the weather.. it's gotta be the weather.. freaking foggy and rainy weather.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made me feel so annoyed that i blurted out sentences without filtering them, and later on feeling incredibly bad that even saying sorry a few times won't help me to feel better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time will heal............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, it made me remember an article about a woman who lost his fiance a few months before she was supposed to get married.. she attended the funeral, in the same church where the wedding was supposed to be held, with the guests that were invited to the wedding.. i cried reading that article this evening, especially when she said,&lt;br /&gt;"people keep telling me that time will heal.. time doesn't heal, it only numbs your body so you could get out of bed and get on with your life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-538888514490109266?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/538888514490109266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=538888514490109266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/538888514490109266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/538888514490109266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2008/05/beware.html' title='beware!'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-848076764657107150</id><published>2008-03-31T18:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T18:34:39.584+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna sleep.......</title><content type='html'>these past few days have been a roller coaster, full of emotion, happiness, sadness, anger, stress, loss of motivation, loss of hope, homesick, etc, etc... and everything has just affected me a lot, i'm having problems to know who i really am anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone who has stayed with me for a few days, know that i had awful problem on waking up.. but as far as i know, i have never ever had problems in sleeping, NEVER.. i LOVE sleeping...... :P but in these past few days, i could go on rolling on my bed for 2 - 3,5 hours before falling asleep... it scared the hell out of me.. i don't know what's going on... no matter how sleepy i am, when i crawl on my bed, the sleepiness just fly away.. and there i am, lying on my back, with millions of thoughts in my mind.. it's really stressing, and no matter what i do, i couldn't sleep... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here i am.. feeling sooooo tired because of sleeping at 6.30 in the morning... what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, things weren't all bad.. :) i'm leaving to Portugal for holiday tomorrow.. hurray..!! I can't wait.. i badly need this.. hopefully I'll have a good time there.. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-848076764657107150?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/848076764657107150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=848076764657107150&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/848076764657107150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/848076764657107150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wanna-sleep.html' title='i wanna sleep.......'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-4130498062638956678</id><published>2008-02-08T05:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T06:10:38.511+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweetest thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQSh1b1_KE0/R6uPwJsEb7I/AAAAAAAAANw/ecW5_umnN40/s1600-h/Photo(874).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQSh1b1_KE0/R6uPwJsEb7I/AAAAAAAAANw/ecW5_umnN40/s400/Photo(874).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164379455107657650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-4130498062638956678?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/4130498062638956678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=4130498062638956678&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/4130498062638956678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/4130498062638956678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2008/02/sweetest-thing.html' title='the sweetest thing...'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lQSh1b1_KE0/R6uPwJsEb7I/AAAAAAAAANw/ecW5_umnN40/s72-c/Photo(874).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-3091241006427823359</id><published>2008-01-27T02:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T02:47:54.042+07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend.... :)</title><content type='html'>ohhh, the toughest week ever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had 2 assignments that i had to submit yesterday... and i am awful at working in 2 assignments at once.. so i concentrated on the first one, and finally submitted it on wednesday.. so starting from wednesday evening, i worked on the other one.. and yep, it was thursday evening, and i was not even close.. so i worked, worked, and worked for the whole night.. and yes, thank God, i finished it around 10 am.. so took a shower, packed my things, and ran to the department to submit it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should've gone home and slept.. everyone told me to do that... but..... my friends are celebrating the submission at 2.. and i wanted to meet them badly.. so i went shopping instead... :D went to the city centre, looking at purses, accessories, clothes, jeans, oh, so nice.. then went there at 2, and hung out til 5.. by the time i got home, i thought, 'hmmm, if i slept now, i will wake up in the middle of the night.. that's not fun..' so i forced myself to stay awake til 11 pm.. and went to bed afterwards.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 14.00 on the next day.. feeling completely AWFUL.. had a headache, super hungry, and not feeling well at all... i forced myself to go and meet adam for coffee in the evening.. and yes, he told me i had a fever... perfect.. :(( so i went home again, had dinner, and now gonna take some medicine and sleep (again).. so boring.. can't complain anyway without getting this response: 'bravo, mon, you should have stayed awake til next friday ...' oh, i wanna feel better soon.. sooooonnn................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something funny and kinda nice happened today though.. one of my good friends is going to scotland for holiday.. she left 2 days ago.. and i sent her an sms asking how scotland was.. but she didn't reply.. just this morning, i got a message from her.. saying 'I found this phone in the festival club last night. will put it in the hotel receptionist. Gordon' eh? had to read them all over and over again to understand.. not sleeping well made me more stupid than usual.. before I figured it out, I got a call from a stranger, who turned out to be this cell phone saver, the Gordon guy.. so he explained how he found the phone, and let me know where it is now.. I was confused, because I don't even know who she's going with, and therefore I had no idea how to tell her.. and it's impossible to wait for her to call me, because well.. her cell phone is missing... we don't memorize people's phone number anymore.. but thank God my brain is not that bad.. i figured out that she would've called home to tell them.. so i thought, how to tell them, i don't have their numbers too.. and yes, suddenly it hit me, Facebook!!! ahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahaha... so i spent my day exploring her friend list, and found someone with the same surname, with the detail: "Christian is Kirstine's sibling" YESSS!!! I found one.. so i sent him a message, saying what happened, and that he should tell her if she calls... and on the evening, Kirstine sent message on my facebook, saying she's received the message... :D oh, how nice.. I hope she will get her cell phone back.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe the Gordon guy.. HE called me.. from HIS cell phone.. only to say that he found a phone............... wow..... that's just awesome.... :D God bless you, stranger... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then, will go to bed.. please pray so i'll be okay tomorrow.... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-3091241006427823359?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/3091241006427823359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=3091241006427823359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/3091241006427823359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/3091241006427823359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2008/01/weekend.html' title='weekend.... :)'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-8696274281532695198</id><published>2008-01-24T09:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:49:01.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'>fly away ...</title><content type='html'>someone's teaching me to fly..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;will i reach the sky, or fall down to the ground?&lt;br /&gt;will i see a new world from above, or hit the rocky stones below?&lt;br /&gt;will i cry a happy tear, or break down into pieces?&lt;br /&gt;will i risk everything to try, or hold back and give up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-8696274281532695198?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/8696274281532695198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=8696274281532695198&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/8696274281532695198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/8696274281532695198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2008/01/fly-away.html' title='fly away ...'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-6329508859206463598</id><published>2007-10-30T08:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:30:23.417+07:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lQSh1b1_KE0/RyaIAYczpII/AAAAAAAAACk/KB4VZbkqYgo/s1600-h/tom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lQSh1b1_KE0/RyaIAYczpII/AAAAAAAAACk/KB4VZbkqYgo/s320/tom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126934765952541826" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lQSh1b1_KE0/RyaIAYczpJI/AAAAAAAAACs/ojRS3ubpFFo/s1600-h/justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_lQSh1b1_KE0/RyaIAYczpJI/AAAAAAAAACs/ojRS3ubpFFo/s320/justin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126934765952541842" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other photos &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14111387@N06/sets/72157602789445459/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-6329508859206463598?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/6329508859206463598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=6329508859206463598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/6329508859206463598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/6329508859206463598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/10/awesome-day.html' title='awesome day!'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_lQSh1b1_KE0/RyaIAYczpII/AAAAAAAAACk/KB4VZbkqYgo/s72-c/tom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-4258985366026925686</id><published>2007-10-29T04:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T04:51:07.982+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>welcome, halloween!</title><content type='html'>halloween's almost here...!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that shouldn't matter for me actually because i never celebrate that holiday anyway.. :) but for my flat mates from the US, it's actually a huge event! so they're all sooo excited to get a pumpkin to carve... Rachel, my flat mate, arranged that we go shopping for pumpkins and carve them in our living room.. so we went at 1 to the nearest supermarket and bought a lot of pumpkins.. we went back, and Beth invited some friends for her department, so we had a lot of people in our living room.. all with their own pumpkins, spoons, knifes, and carving sets.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14111387@N06/sets/72157602771911389/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! oh.. i had a LOT of fun!!!! xD i love my pumpkin.. it's so cute.... hohoho..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-4258985366026925686?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/4258985366026925686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=4258985366026925686&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/4258985366026925686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/4258985366026925686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/10/welcome-halloween.html' title='welcome, halloween!'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-4968273213794467195</id><published>2007-10-24T06:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T07:36:01.625+07:00</updated><title type='text'>recent updates..</title><content type='html'>oh thank God, I managed to submit my first essay!! yaay.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has been a lot going on this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on last Wednesday, I lost someone very important to me.. I called her Bude.. she's actually my grandma's sister, but she's like my own grandma.. she had been living with me since i was born.. :) she was my baby sitter..  she was the one i talk to.. she was an amazing cook.. she cared about me and my sister.. she was always there whenever i came home.. she was there when I had to leave.. she encouraged me in everything I did.. she loved my piano playing, and she used to sit to hear me play, and always came to the concerts I played in... she was a part of my life.. a big one... and without her, I wouldn't be here... I love her so so so much.. Bude, I'm gonna miss you a lot.. I love you.. thank you for everything.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a few days after that, it was my birthday...  yaaay.. i'm getting older.. -_-'' I was planning to stay at home the entire day.. but my friends are a bit worried that I spent the night alone and felt sad again.. so they dragged me out to a place near the university.. it's called Bar One.. the place's really nice.. and that day was also the rugby world cup final.. England vs South Africa... so the bar was packed... some of my friends couldn't get in.. :( and.... people were everywhere, we could barely watch the game.. so we ended up talking, taking pictures, having fun... it was a &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/14111387@N06/sets/72157602566003612/"&gt;great night&lt;/a&gt;... and knowing that you have people who care for you really made everything felt better... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, things have gone pretty well this week.. i submitted my essay... :) got another assignment to write 2000 words essay due in less than 2 weeks... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and today, i met a friend of my flat mates.. he's from netherlands.. he's really really nice, and he cook some very great pastas.. i love it.. :) anyway, we were watching kiev vs man u, and talking how much we love soccer.. and he said that he joined a soccer team a few years ago and played as a goalkeeper.. i said, 'that's so cool... i love man u's goalkeeper..' and he said, 'van der sar? he's from the netherlands!! *smiling happily* when i was a kid, it was in 1995, we had a one day training in the kids soccer team... and van der sar was there to teach us...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................... ................................ ...................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you knowing how much i LOVE that goalkeeper, you would know there are NO words that could explain how i react.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i remember saying, 'van der sar ... ? in the training .... ? with you .... ? you met him ..... ? he was there ..... ? no way .... !! you're serious?? ' and i couldn't remember the rest.. i'm pretty sure i did some very very crazy things because after i calmed down, i said, 'you must be thinking i'm crazy..' and he said, 'yes, i am...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's nice... :))) aaaaaaaahhhhhhghghghghghghg... so, announcement for everyone!! starting from now on, van der sar is related to me!! he's not only a manchester united's goalkeeper.. he is my flatmate's friend's ex coach!!!! hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahaha....... yes, yes, 1 month here and getting nearer.. it's nice...!! hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, stop it, mon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. what else, what else......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing.. i'm going to bed.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!! looking forward for the 31st Oct! I'm gonna watch Sheffield United vs Arsenal LIVE!!! hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 1st month summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRINKS&lt;br /&gt;orange juice : ~&lt;br /&gt;water : ~&lt;br /&gt;coca cola : 2&lt;br /&gt;vodka cranberry : 1&lt;br /&gt;beer : 1&lt;br /&gt;margarita : 1&lt;br /&gt;cider : 1&lt;br /&gt;drunk : 0&lt;br /&gt;dizzy : 4&lt;br /&gt;bars visited : 3&lt;br /&gt;pubs visited : 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOOD&lt;br /&gt;take away : 0&lt;br /&gt;burned food : 3&lt;br /&gt;alright food : ~&lt;br /&gt;perfect food : 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCIDENT&lt;br /&gt;finger cut : 1&lt;br /&gt;hit by a car : almost twice.. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP&lt;br /&gt;sleep early : 1&lt;br /&gt;sleep late : ~&lt;br /&gt;not sleeping : 1&lt;br /&gt;not waking up on time : 2&lt;br /&gt;late to class : 0 (yaaaaay!!)&lt;br /&gt;class missed : 2.. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXERCISE&lt;br /&gt;bus ride : 4&lt;br /&gt;tram ride : 3&lt;br /&gt;car ride : 0&lt;br /&gt;walking distance : 100,000,000,000,000 km&lt;br /&gt;yoga class attended : 1&lt;br /&gt;pilates class attended : 1&lt;br /&gt;weight gained : 3 kg (last measured : 11 oct 07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOOD&lt;br /&gt;sad : 1&lt;br /&gt;happy : ~&lt;br /&gt;sick : 2&lt;br /&gt;angry : 4 (stupid bank!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONEY&lt;br /&gt;spent : ~&lt;br /&gt;gained : 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum up, I need better cooking, better time management skill, and not to spend too much money.. everything else look goooood... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, God..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Monica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-4968273213794467195?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/4968273213794467195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=4968273213794467195&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/4968273213794467195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/4968273213794467195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/10/recent-updates.html' title='recent updates..'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-3433378413059140822</id><published>2007-09-19T07:47:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T07:55:31.878+07:00</updated><title type='text'>photos! :D</title><content type='html'>people have been asking for pictures of sheffield.. so here you go.. :) i've been in tours in a few places, and i took some pictures of my favorite places so far: the botanical garden, and the chatsworth building...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the botanical garden is located in sheffield, only about 15 minutes away from my temporary accommodation... pictures are &lt;a href="http://www.sharingfoto.com/monica_lestari/album/460"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.. i fell in love with it the first time i entered the area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the second one, is the chatsworth building, which is a residence of the Duke and Duchess of Devonshire.. a picture worths a thousand words.. and since i couldn't find any words to describe how unbelievable the building is, i put a lot of pictures &lt;a href="http://www.sharingfoto.com/monica_lestari/album/459"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically, it's all the same in the city itself.. we have a lot of hills... green trees and grass.. colourful flowers... plus very old houses... cute cars... lovely old couples holding hands on the bus stop.. :) i love it..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-3433378413059140822?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/3433378413059140822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=3433378413059140822&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/3433378413059140822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/3433378413059140822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/09/photos-d.html' title='photos! :D'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-3243656425643795106</id><published>2007-09-18T04:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T05:26:11.916+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love sheffield.................</title><content type='html'>yaaaay.. i finally got my internet!!! aaah. it's such a relieved being re-connected to the virtual world.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, to sum up, i finally departed from indonesia to sheffield to continue my study on friday night... i had 3 suitcases on.. put 1 in the luggage, and 2 in the cabin... my plane stopped in kuala lumpur and amsterdam, so i had to get my cabin bags inside and outside of the plane... gosh.. i tried lifting my bags up, but i couldn't manage to push it above my head.. it was so embarassing, thank god some people were really nice and helped me with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the flight was good... everything went under control... but i couldn't sleep really well.. i mean, 11 hours sitting in the chair, with your head kept falling down.. you can imagine that.. :P oh, and i had the window seat.. i travelled during the night, and it was a really clear night, so at some points, i could see all of the countries with the lights on... it was AMAZING... oh, and i could actually see the stars... Gosh.... i was totally speechless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when I arrived in Amsterdam, it was 5.30 am.. another day has started.. and again, thank God, it was a very clear beautiful day... I had the window seat again on my way to Manchester.. it wasn't a very long flight, and I don't think that the pilot flies too far away, so we're actually able to see everything clearly.. all the hills, green fields, everything.... i mean,, wow.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, so I'm now in Sheffield.. :D the course won't start until 1st of October, but I joined the Orientation programme, which is encouraged by the university for the international students to take... I am so glad I took it..  so, Orientation basically is a program intended for students who are not familiar with UK.. so we have about more than 200 students in the program, from 60 different countries.. I talked to a lot of people, from Cyprus, Iceland, Germany, Canada, Philadelphia, Malaysia, China, Singapore, Malawi, Kenya, India, Portugal, Swiss, Iran, Japan, Hong Kong, Denmark, Mexico, Greece and many more... they were really really nice, and we kept saying hello whenever we meet each other, and smile to each other.. I feel really really comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place was .... oh my god.. there's no word to describe it...... i just LOVE LOVE LOVE it.... the scenery is unbelievable... on my way to sheffield from manchester airport, there were big green hills, with colourful flowers and trees ... and there were a LOOOT of sheeps eating the grass... i just couldn't believe i'm actually there.... the city was really nice, too.. the roads are clean... and the people were very nice and warm... the temperature was about 12 C, but it turned out to be okay for me.. :D yaay.. i survived 12 C... :P I think it's gonna be lower and lower til December, well we'll see.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i learned from the UK people, don't ever trust them when they said, 'oh, it's only 5 minutes away'.. because that's the answer i had when i asked someone where the nearest supermarket is... and it turned out to be 20 minutes away..... and it turned out that it took almost twice as longer to walk with your groceries on... oh, man... it took me more than one hour to get back to my place.. and i kept thinking..  ohh... i missed my house, i missed having a car, i missed having my grandma cooked for me, i missed talking to my family, i missed playing with my dog... it's gonna be a year before i can do all of that again.. why did i choose to go.. and so on and so on.. and to add my misery, there was no internet here... i was miserable.. but thank god, some positive thinking came to my mind.. 'hey, i just survived my first shopping in the UK (and in my life actually.. :P)... i survived walking for an hour by myself in a foreign country... i managed to survive my first time travelling abroad by myself' .. well then i just felt better.... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we're having tours in these last few days, to the city center (which was 30 minutes walk to go there, so that means 1 hour to go back and forth), then the tour to Endcliffe village (about 1,5 hours), and last night, we had a dance class.. :D i joined it again, and it was really fun... we learned cha cha cha, rumba, waltz and tango... we stumbled into people all the time, we stepped on other's feet, we had a great laugh.. haha.. it was an unforgettable experience.. :) oh, and after i counted, so that day i walked for 5 hours... :D how great was that? i never walked more than 15 minutes in a day in Jakarta.. i was sooo lazy.. :) well, this is an &lt;strong&gt;enormous&lt;/strong&gt; achievement for me! i never thought i would say this, but i'm really used to be an independent girl, and not the spoiled one.. and to be honest, i really love it... i walk everywhere now (and not complaining), i deal with the weather, i eat the food (which i don't think was ... as good as Indonesians), and *narcistic mode on* I'm really proud of myself *narcistic mode off*.. hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the orientation programme will last for a week.. and on friday night, we have a formal dinner where everybody should wear their traditional dresses... i can't wait.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, it's 11.25 pm here.. and i have to wake up at 6.30.. so i'll write more tomorrow... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-3243656425643795106?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/3243656425643795106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=3243656425643795106&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/3243656425643795106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/3243656425643795106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-sheffield.html' title='i love sheffield.................'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-1956189336855337008</id><published>2007-08-31T21:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:44:03.453+07:00</updated><title type='text'>last things...</title><content type='html'>got my visa.. got my ticket.. got my accommodation..... starting to count the days......&lt;br /&gt;another 2 weeks to go...&lt;br /&gt;this monday will be my last day at work..&lt;br /&gt;next friday will be my last day teaching my students..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;argh.. stop thinking about other last things, mon.. you're making yourself depressed..! yea, okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i spent my friday finishing some things left at work... had a refreshing funny relaxing chat with a friend about someone who apparently has too-many significant positive things and not-too-many insignificant negative things in his life that makes girls adore him so so so very much and guys try sooo hard to find something wrong about him just so they can open all girls' eyes to show that he's not perfect.......... well, good luck, guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i taught english to 2 students today... they're both in the 6th grade of elementary school... they knew that i am leaving soon and after we finished our lesson, they asked me to wait... and after a few minutes,, they came by bringing a huge mading, with a big pink writing: "we will miss you, kak monica".. each of them wrote me a letter, and they stamped the letters on it.. and decorate them beautifully.... i was totally speechless..... i can hardly believe two very young girls being so thoughtful of other people...... it's the sweetest thing... thank you so much, ranti and fika.. i will definitely miss you both, too.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found some very touching photos here: http://www.people.com/people/static/h/package/dianaremembered/willharry.html :) 10 years have gone by, but we will never ever forget you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's it for today.. i'm gonna take a rest... diajakin jalan pagi sekeluarga besok.. :D yaay.. my first exercise in yeaaars... ok then.. i'm off.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-1956189336855337008?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/1956189336855337008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=1956189336855337008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/1956189336855337008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/1956189336855337008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/08/last-things.html' title='last things...'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-7627247395670190285</id><published>2007-08-23T21:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T00:33:29.797+07:00</updated><title type='text'>single women....</title><content type='html'>about a week ago, i saw a magazine with a picture of 3 pretty women on the cover.. cameron diaz, jennifer aniston, and jessica simpson.. with a big fat headline: "Beautiful, Rich, Alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think the same way as i did... but after a while, i started wondering.. why do people believe that marriage guarantee a happier life? having someone sure is better than being lonely... but is being alone worse than having an unhappy marriage? for what it's worth, those beautiful, rich, single women might have happier life than married people do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-7627247395670190285?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/7627247395670190285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=7627247395670190285&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/7627247395670190285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/7627247395670190285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/08/single-women.html' title='single women....'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-6616397693016677292</id><published>2007-08-06T23:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T00:53:30.152+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, God.... :)</title><content type='html'>man,, last week has been extremely hectic... and i mean, EXTREMELY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked on saturday and sunday, each for more than 12 hours in UI, continued by more than 6 hours at home... slept for less than 4 hours on saturday night (morning) and less than 1 hour on sunday morning... feeling drowsy all day long.. but thank God, everything goes unbelievable... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, IR Lab members who had been giving the best effort for today's presentation.. I love working with you, guys... :) and to Bu Mirna, our supervisor, who hasn't only been giving us directions and guidance, but also a lot of delicious lunch, dinner and yummy snacks &amp; cakes all weekend.. I had never worked that hard without feeling unhealthy at all before.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the progress itself were full of upside down.. I'd never pushed myself that hard before.. The upside part was fun.. :) though I thought the down part was gonna get me killed or get a heart attack.. -_-'' there's nothing worst than finding some internal problem and corrupted data 3,5 hours before you had to go  (and yes, you hadn't sleep at all)... it's a miracle that we managed to solve them all... thank you, God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;my paper about geographic information retrieval is accepted in the workshop in Portugal this November... :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got the results of my medical examination, which is also well.. thank God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i gained 1,5 kg weight.. yaay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;none...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;ah.. beautiful hectic weekend....... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-6616397693016677292?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/6616397693016677292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=6616397693016677292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/6616397693016677292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/6616397693016677292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-you-god.html' title='Thank you, God.... :)'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-1544054534503448974</id><published>2007-08-01T22:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:47:46.348+07:00</updated><title type='text'>L-Men of The Year 2007</title><content type='html'>Do people express any negative comment concerning the L-Men of The Year 2007? Or do people only do that concerning women in swimsuit in Miss Universe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-1544054534503448974?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/1544054534503448974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=1544054534503448974&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/1544054534503448974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/1544054534503448974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/08/l-men-of-year-2007.html' title='L-Men of The Year 2007'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-5431855282710824872</id><published>2007-07-30T16:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:24:39.957+07:00</updated><title type='text'>doubts...</title><content type='html'>less than 2 months to departure... and I'm starting to have doubt on myself... am I ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew... studying abroad has always been my dream since.... ever... the idea of living somewhere independently, working hard, pushing myself out of my own comfort limit, are very very challenging... and I am soo eager to experience all of them... but... like the old saying, "you never realized what you had until you lost it..".. well, i haven't lost it yet.. :P but i realize how much i will miss everything.. i'm gonna miss hanging out with my mom and sister every night, watching soccer, screaming at every attempts for goals.. debating about everything with my too-clever-brother (shoot.. i always lost..).. accompanying my sister when she's playing beautiful classical pieces with her flute.. listening to my parents singing old jadul indonesian songs in karaoke.. :)) i'm gonna miss my piano.. i'm gonna miss my unbelievably naughty dogs... and those thoughts sometimes (most of the times) just make me not wanting to go at all.. ah... it really messes up with my emotion... X( last night, i was cleaning my room, and i found a photo of myself, my brother and my sister 12-13 years ago... we were sitting on top of a car, in the garage of my old house.. my sister was just about 4 years old... my brother was 7 and i was 10.. and then i cried like a baby.... -_-'' for God's sake, i'm still in Indonesia.. and my siblings are just a few meters away.. what on earth is going on with me....? ah.. sudah gila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still about going abroad... I have tons of things in my head right now... well mostly about the luggage, visa, and other documents required for my education.. but there is another thing that's been bugging my mind.. aduh, gimana ya bilangnya.. seeing myself now, I can proudly say that I love my family.. I can't wait to get home everyday just to meet them.. and I find spending my weekends at home with them very precious.. and I started to wonder, will I be the same person in a year or so? will I still appreciate hanging out with them, or being independent as I could possibly be, I would rather do things other than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts are really driving me crazy.. do you people have those too before deciding to go somewhere? or was it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,, congratulations to iraq for winning the asian cup.. that's one HELL of an effort... great game... beautiful goal... they deserved to win.. and the whole celebration was quite entertaining... :) senayan stadium looked majestic.. i'm so proud of my country.. :)&lt;br /&gt;dan fyi people, ini pertama kali, tim yang gue belain menang!! yeaaaah.. tampaknya karma gue sudah berubah.. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-5431855282710824872?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/5431855282710824872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=5431855282710824872&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/5431855282710824872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/5431855282710824872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/07/doubts.html' title='doubts...'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-7390557405127916302</id><published>2007-04-12T13:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T13:02:10.345+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>why do people get married?</title><content type='html'>the last time, i asked that, my friend said, 'oh my god, mon! segitu bekukah hati lo sampai lo ga mau married?' &lt;br /&gt;.... #$*&amp;%$# .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't get me wrong.. i'm not the kind of girl who are sooo independent that i can (want to) do anything i want by myself.. no.. i love being in love.. and i love having someone that i can share all my thoughts and feelings with.. and when i was a kid, watching all those walt disney movies.. i adore marriage and love.. i wanted to be one of the princesses, who fell in love and lived happily ever after..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though now.. things are really different from the movies.. many divorce, affairs.. why do people get married? i remember once, a friend said that 'there are always troubles in marriage'.. of course, there are, and i don't expect a free-of-trouble life because that would be really boring.. but the main problem is, i saw a lot of people fail in their marriage.. i saw men leaving their wives and kids to be with another woman.. i saw men going back to their parents' house, leaving  their wives and kids to live a better life.. i saw married guys, offering other women that they're willing divorce their pregnant wives only to be with them.. then what's the point of marriage if you can't keep your promises? and how come we, girls, would always be the unlucky kamus.translate(pihak) of the divorce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not meant to accuse all the guys out there.. i'm sure most of you would do anything to fight for your marriage.. and i'm not saying that girls are perfect either.. but all of the things that happened really scared the hell out of me.. i don't wanna fail.. and i'm sure noone want.. but how come so many did? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's exactly the formula to keep a marriage from falling apart? is love enough? is love + prayer enough? do you need love + prayer + commitment? or do you need luck and miracle and a whole lot more than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~or... maybe it wasn't supposed to be thought that much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-7390557405127916302?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/7390557405127916302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=7390557405127916302&amp;isPopup=true' title='39 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/7390557405127916302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/7390557405127916302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-do-people-get-married.html' title='why do people get married?'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-3366850532101336649</id><published>2007-03-27T01:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:11:58.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you, God.... :)</title><content type='html'>aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh yayyayayayayayyaa.!!! :D yaaaaaaaay...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-3366850532101336649?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/3366850532101336649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=3366850532101336649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/3366850532101336649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/3366850532101336649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-you-god.html' title='thank you, God.... :)'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-2778625407216480393</id><published>2007-03-21T00:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:56:47.324+07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on..</title><content type='html'>sometimes things don't go the way they're planned.. you can jump and scream out loud of joy and happiness when the best happened.. or you can break down and cry when the worst happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens.. that's what makes us wiser..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens.. we learn something from it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happens.. time cannot be reversed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cry out loud.. then gather your life pieces back together... it's time to move on..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-2778625407216480393?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/2778625407216480393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=2778625407216480393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/2778625407216480393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/2778625407216480393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/03/moving-on.html' title='moving on..'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-1831154181686474832</id><published>2007-02-19T23:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T23:46:10.978+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Dale Carnegie: "How To Stop Worrying and Start Living"</title><content type='html'>Oh, what a book... :) Haven't finished reading it actually, because of the small fonts tired my eyes soo fast.. :P but I've found some amazing reading in there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Relaxation and Recreation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most relaxing recreating forces&lt;br /&gt;are a healthy religion, sleep, music, and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in God - learn to sleep well -&lt;br /&gt;Love good music - see the funny side of life -&lt;br /&gt;And health and happiness will be yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is really calming.. :) I totally love it... and there's another one that really strucked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Co-operate with the inevitable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God grant me the serenity&lt;br /&gt;To accept the things I cannot change,&lt;br /&gt;The courage to change the things I can;&lt;br /&gt;And the wisdom to know the difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly.. I've been worrying a LOT on things that I can't change.. never really realized it before.. :) Well, in conclusion, this book is definitely worth to be read!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-1831154181686474832?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/1831154181686474832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=1831154181686474832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/1831154181686474832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/1831154181686474832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/02/dale-carnegie-how-to-stop-worrying-and.html' title='Dale Carnegie: &quot;How To Stop Worrying and Start Living&quot;'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-5691731338048503409</id><published>2007-02-01T00:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T02:17:52.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This guy is brilliant...</title><content type='html'>For you, who loves Pachelbel "Canon In D", Green Day, Avril Lavigne, Simple Plan and Beatles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0S8wBNoiv90"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0S8wBNoiv90&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Totally hillarious... :))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-5691731338048503409?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/5691731338048503409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=5691731338048503409&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/5691731338048503409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/5691731338048503409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-guy-is-brilliant.html' title='This guy is brilliant...'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-116486985499883851</id><published>2006-11-30T13:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T15:50:22.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wahaha.. :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ideal Marriage Proposal Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyouridealmarriageproposalquiz/vacation.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous, on a tropical vacation, when he realizes he can't be without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealmarriageproposalquiz/"&gt;What's Your Ideal Marriage Proposal?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Date An Italian!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whichforeignguyshouldyoudatequiz/italy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love for old fashioned romance, with an old fashioned guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Italian guy is the perfect candidate to be your prince charming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your head doesn't spin enough, just down another espresso with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invest in a motorcycle helmet - and some carb blocker for all that pasta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whichforeignguyshouldyoudatequiz/"&gt;Which Foreign Guy Should You Date?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-116486985499883851?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/116486985499883851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=116486985499883851&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/116486985499883851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/116486985499883851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/11/wahaha.html' title='wahaha.. :))'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-116473352451151313</id><published>2006-11-29T00:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:14:17.130+07:00</updated><title type='text'>International Dancesport Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3572/2253/1600/Photo%28658%29_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3572/2253/320/Photo%28658%29_copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations for the couple from Poland, Sergey Sourkov and Agnieszka Melnicka, the 1st winner of Professional Latin in the International Dancesport Competition! :) Absolutely LOVE the way you dance.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~kapaaan gue bisa kayak gitu...&lt;br /&gt;~~ihik ihik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. :P yesterday was the second experience for me in dancing in a show.. it was the International Dancesport Competition, and the dancers from UI are asked to give a performance.. The show was held in the ballroom in Hotel Mulia.. The place was .. amazing.. It was very big and very elegant.. And watching people dance is very energizing.. (is that the right word? -_-') They are dressed up in beautiful clothes.. The guys are handsome.. The girls are very very pretty.. And seeing them dance just make you forgot about every miserable things in the world.. The world is only about dancing.. It's about enjoying every step and every move you make.. It's about making people know what you are trying to say just by watching you move.. And it's just amazing.. Such a great experience... :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~jadi kapan gue bisa kayak gituuuu.....&lt;br /&gt;~~ihik ihik ihik..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-116473352451151313?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/116473352451151313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=116473352451151313&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/116473352451151313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/116473352451151313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/11/international-dancesport-competition.html' title='International Dancesport Competition'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-115937468688133539</id><published>2006-09-27T22:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T20:50:05.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>losing my mind..</title><content type='html'>having tons of things to do sure is fun.. but when I start losing my mind because there are too many things to think about, it's really driving me crazy.. where is the remote control? where's my cellphone? and by the way, those are the things i'd just hold for the last 1 MINUTE.. god... *pikun* *pikun* *pikun* *pikun* *pikuuun*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-115937468688133539?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/115937468688133539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=115937468688133539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115937468688133539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115937468688133539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/09/losing-my-mind.html' title='losing my mind..'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-115807806909402493</id><published>2006-09-12T23:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T23:21:09.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'>new activities..</title><content type='html'>having a job which starts at the morning, i (finally) spent my days: waking up, eating, taking a shower and sleeping like a normal human being.... yay! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-115807806909402493?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/115807806909402493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=115807806909402493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115807806909402493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115807806909402493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-activities.html' title='new activities..'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-115721333420729683</id><published>2006-09-02T22:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T07:38:56.176+07:00</updated><title type='text'>After 4 years...</title><content type='html'>after 4 years.. the day that i've been picturing, waiting for and imagining in my head finally passed.. yes, today is the graduation day, a joyful day for many people: the fresh graduates, the families, the lecturers, the photographers, the drink &amp; food seller *:P*, etc.. i am so lucky to experience everything and it couldn't have happened without my parents and family, who have supported me in everything that i've done.. thank you for your love.. &lt;br /&gt;to my lecturers... there are no words to describe how thankful i am to everything that you have given to me.. thank you for being my motivator and inspiration to continue studying.. i hope somehow someday i can inspire people the same way as you inspired me.. :)&lt;br /&gt;looking back, i remember everything i felt for the first semesters, how i always wanted to graduate soon because being in an under-pressured studying situation such as Fasilkom is really tiring and stressing.. but as the days passed, with the help of my friends, i had learned to cooperate with it and i managed to survive.. and by the time i have started loving my job as a college student in fasilkom (loving my lab, loving my research and loving all of my friends), i had to graduate.. :( well, human can never be satisfied, right..? :P anyway, it's really sad having to leave the environment that has always been my second home.. but the saddest part is, i can't meet my friends every day like i used to.. it must be such an empty day without you, guys... :( &lt;br /&gt;on this post, i would like to thank all of you.. i'm sure i wouldn't be where i am right now if it wasn't because of you.. my friends in lab 1233, you all made my day full of special things.. kayaknya gue ngapain aja pernah di sana.. dari ngakak, jutek, kesel, manyun, panik, jijay.. :)) haha.. yang berasa membuat gue melakukan salah satunya (atau lebih), thank you sooo much... i'm going to miss every moments we'd spent together...&lt;br /&gt;my friends in lab 1231 and 1235, thank you for being there when my lab is locked so i can't go in.. :D hehehe.. i also thank you for the singers in both lab.. your singing always calm my day.. :)&lt;br /&gt;my friends in lab IR.. syn, bimo and tommy.. thank you for always giving me the advice and strength to carry on with my research.. semoga ngga malu-maluin.. :P&lt;br /&gt;my friends in KUKSA (plus Feha), you had given me the strongest will to survive my study in fasilkom.. thank you for listening to my problems, strenghten me when i feel like i'm ready to break into pieces and consoling me when i lost my hope.. feeling that we will always be around to support each other makes me feel so safe and comfortable.. thank you so much.. :)&lt;br /&gt;and for all my friends who have ever talk to me or ask me something or help me in anything that i've done, thank you for your care and support.. it meant soooooo much to me..&lt;br /&gt;this is for all of you:&lt;br /&gt;"dear friends, thank you for travelling on this journey with me.. having you as a part of my life is the one thing i am most thankful for.. i'm sure all of you will be successful in everything that you do.. when you have rough times, remember all the joyful days we've been through, how we always strengthen each other when somebody's about to fall down and how we always make laughter and smiles appear in other's face.. being apart is something that we have to do from now on, but always remember that you, each one of you, will always, always be in my heart.. i love you all so much.. and.. please, someone get married ASAP so we can meet each other again soon.. :)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-115721333420729683?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/115721333420729683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=115721333420729683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115721333420729683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115721333420729683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-4-years.html' title='After 4 years...'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-115522508172128077</id><published>2006-08-10T21:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T08:26:40.316+07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 10, 2006</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I got a call from the company that I applied to.. The lady told me that I had to come to take a 'psikotest'.. So I came there this morning and took the test. It took like 3 hours non-stop, and I was soooo exhausted, especially on the last test, where we're given a huge paper full of numbers to be added.. GOSH.. Just remembering it makes me wanna scream.. All the tests make me wonder, what would that mean? And there was a drawing test, too.. On that test, she asked us to draw a tree and a person.. Why?? I have absolutely no idea.. Well, anyway, it really sucked to not having any clue whether you did good or not.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on my way home, I stopped at a photo studio to take a few pictures for my graduation.. I wasn't sure whether I could wear glasses for the photos, so I took it off, because it'd work either ways. And, after they were finished, I saw my face without the glasses and I realized something's wrong... Alisku manaaa...??? Aaaaaa,,, aku emang nyadar alisku tipis banget, but thank GOD for the glasses I'm always wearing every day, it didn't really show........ until now... Aaaaaaa,,,,, sedih, sedih, sedihh.. :(( And what's even more stressing is that the picture will be pasted on my certificate, which I'll carry for the rest of my life... Huhuhuhuuhu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,, that's the story of my journey today.. :P So, what should I do next..? cari penumbuh alis... atauu.... belajar makai Adobe Photoshop? *depressed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-115522508172128077?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/115522508172128077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=115522508172128077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115522508172128077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115522508172128077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-10-2006.html' title='August 10, 2006'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-115500323520140808</id><published>2006-08-08T08:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:43:46.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i managed to survive my first interview! :)</title><content type='html'>today, i had my first interview.. it was a manufacturing company, which produces shoes for soccer, jogging, tennis, etc.. i applied there because i want to meet van der sar in case he's buying himself shoes in the company.. (yeah, right.. :D) anyway, the company is located in Tangerang.. fyi, the places was so faaar away from my house, and the i had to be there at 7 am.. so this morning, i woke up at 4.30 (thank you buat wadi yang udah ngebangunin.. :P), took a shower, ate some breakfast and milk, then I left at 5.25.. it's still very dark, and i guess nobody had even waken up yet.. i estimated that it's gonna need about 1.30 hours to get there.. well, it turned out, the traffic was .... halah,, apa ya bahasa inggrisnya... ya pokoknya ga macet lah, kosong banget malah.. so, i arrived at the company at 6.10.. -_-' *felt like an idiot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the company was HUGE.. luasnya 16 hektar, and it has approximately 12.000 employees.. the lady who interviewed me was very nice.. she asked me things about what kind of projects I has worked in, the reason I applied to the company, etc. the questions which I found very difficult, was the "tell me about yourself" thing.. hmmmmm.. blebleb blebleb banget jawabnya... bener2 harus mulai ngarang,, supaya ngga bakal melakukan kesalahan yang sama lain kali.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. it's been fun.. :) great experience.. do you think they also open a position for shoes delivery? i would like to apply for that too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon: "Mr. Van Der Sar, these are the shoes you ordered. Could you sign here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*asik, asik, dapet tanda tangannya van der sar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going crazy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-115500323520140808?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/115500323520140808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=115500323520140808&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115500323520140808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115500323520140808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-managed-to-survive-my-first.html' title='i managed to survive my first interview! :)'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-115408450308411389</id><published>2006-07-28T17:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T02:21:22.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'>new things I've done today..</title><content type='html'>since I officially 'have nothing to do' after I finished my thesis revision, I started my English lesson today to increase my TOEFL score.. the teacher is my Mom's friend, she was very nice.. I'm very excited with this, because beside my piano lesson, this is the first private class I'd ever attended my whole life.. :) she speaks English most of the time, so I was encouraged to do so, too.. The English lesson starts at 8.30 until 10.30.. and after that, I went to Sudirman to repair my KeyBCA.. The process was very fast, thank God they didn't make me wait for another 10 days, which I would have to do if they didn't have any instant KeyBCA left.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, since I was already in the city (mengingat rumahnya beda provinsi.. :P), I planned myself to pick up my sister.. But she wasn't finished until 2.30 pm.. So I drove myself (no, my driver drove me) to Plaza Semanggi, because my English teacher told me to read more English books, and I felt like shopping today, so I went to a book store, and searched for a good English novel.. Fyi, it was my first time to Plaza Semanggi (yeah, I know what you think.. :P), so I was LOST.. :D it was pretty stupid, considering that I was all by myself, and I was trying to be cool and not wanting to ask for help.. :D so, I walked, and walked, up and down the stairs, trying to search for the book store.. after 15 minutes wandering through the stores and 'pretending to be window shopping', I finally found a "Gramedia" :) yay!! I found the store more convenient than any Gramedia store I've visit.. They have the section of imported books, and they played some really nice music, that makes you feel cozy and relaxed.. Anyway, I ended up buying 2 English books, a novel and a .. psychology books?? I have no idea what it's called.. The title is "Stop worrying, and start living".. :)) it sounds really cool so i bought it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I finished shopping (and by that, I meant only the 2 books I've bought), my Mom called and asked me to pick her up at 2 .. it was 1.15, so I went out from the store, and spent another 10 minutes trying to find "Starbucks".. I bought myself a Tiramisu and a Vanilla Latte, and I sat on a very cozy place in the corner, and starts to read my new novel.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then at 2, I left to pick up my Mom, then went to my sister's school, and bought 'mie bakso' (what's the english words for that?) and then went home.. I'm pretty proud of what I did today, considering that private lesson, shopping alone and 'jajan mie bakso' are all the things I rarely done in my entire life.. *wondering what new things should I do tomorrow* :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-115408450308411389?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/115408450308411389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=115408450308411389&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115408450308411389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115408450308411389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-things-ive-done-today.html' title='new things I&apos;ve done today..'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-115046676558595958</id><published>2006-06-16T21:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T18:23:03.000+07:00</updated><title type='text'>deep...</title><content type='html'>"love that is never able to sacrifice is not true love..."&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the heart will not heal.. all we can do is make peace with the past and try to learn from it.."&lt;br /&gt;-Cold Mountain, 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-115046676558595958?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/115046676558595958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=115046676558595958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115046676558595958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115046676558595958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/06/deep.html' title='deep...'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-115022524727140268</id><published>2006-06-14T01:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T12:17:18.033+07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 June 2006</title><content type='html'>when you fall in love, you're opening a way for another person to hurt you.. then, why do people fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. that's a question i haven't found the answer yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. it's 1:50 am, and i can't sleep.. no, i'm not ALLOWED to sleep yet, because i haven't finished my reports.. thank god there're the brazilian players who accompany me with playing football in the world cup at 2:00 am.. :D not that i'm in love with them or anything.. i'm a big netherlands fan.. :) but, still, i DO hope it'll be a great game so i won't feel as sleepy as now... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow (i meant today) will be a big day (and sure is busy).. i'm playing with my sister and another 2 flute players in the concert at 19.30 in Paragon Hotel.. I'm really excited, and we're having General Rehearsal in the morning, so I really shouldn't sleep too late today.. but... :'( what could I do...? Well, I hope everything went well.. They play really really beautiful.. :) Don't miss it.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-115022524727140268?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/115022524727140268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=115022524727140268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115022524727140268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/115022524727140268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/06/14-june-2006.html' title='14 June 2006'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-114910267257319972</id><published>2006-06-01T01:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T02:11:12.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>love, love, love..</title><content type='html'>it's amazing how love can transform a person so much.. and i mean this in a good way.. :) for the new couples, congratulations! quoting from 'suddenly 30', 'love is a war', so never be scared to fight for it.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOT: ah, tanggal 9 juni, saya ujian dansaa.. :) it's kinda scary, but i'm pretty excited about this.. not hoping for anything special, but ... i hope, i won't do anything to embarrass myself.. :D dan senangnya lagi, hari itu juga, world cup mulai! asik, asik, asik, ada tontonan saat begadang2 ngerjain TA.. :D yaah, baru aja dipaksa nge-uninstall game biar ga main, godaan baru udah dateng lagi... :) haha, semangaaaaaaaaat!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-114910267257319972?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/114910267257319972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=114910267257319972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/114910267257319972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/114910267257319972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-love-love.html' title='love, love, love..'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-114898854085498877</id><published>2006-05-30T17:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:29:00.866+07:00</updated><title type='text'>can we afford to make mistake?</title><content type='html'>I spent the last month, thinking, about lots of things.. mama papa ku, bentar lagi bakal pensiun, and I can't stop this thought in my head, "Will I be able to take care of them, like they have been taking care of me since I was a child?" it's really confusing, and I felt really under pressured.. :(&lt;br /&gt;and, maybe because of that reason, too, I'm starting to think a lot more, "Can I afford to make any mistake?" Since I was a kid, I used to choose my own way on handling things.. And, like every choice that a kid makes, it used to be wrong.. :P Fortunately, none of them were a big decision, and it didn't really affect my life.. Well, now, being the eldest child, I had a feeling that people are really counting on me, to graduate soon, to work, to help the family.. And so, I thought more, "What if I fail?" What if I choose a bad decision, and I'm ruining my own life (and my family, of course)..? God, all that questions are running in my head, and I'm really tired of it..&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, when making a decision, I used to think, "What do I want?" and now, I think, "What do people expect me to do?" And, being that way, when seeing people my age (or even older), do the thing they want, I feel a 'little bit' of anger.. And it's very stupid, because I can't control other people lives, and even if I can, it's not very appropriate, right? I don't want people to judge me as 'sok tahu', 'sok dewasa', atau 'sok-sok lainnya'.. Well, intinya, I don't want to ruin my life, just like I don't want to see anyone ruin their lifes.&lt;br /&gt;My parents take care of me since I was a kid, and after now I'm an adult, I would have to do the same to them. And if I kept making choices to get what I want, I will ruin my life and theirs.. Do I make any sense? Am I over-reacting? Or this is what people should do when they've become adults? Will I afford to choose what I want to do? Or that chances have passed right after I become an adult?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-114898854085498877?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/114898854085498877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=114898854085498877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/114898854085498877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/114898854085498877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/05/can-we-afford-to-make-mistake.html' title='can we afford to make mistake?'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-114105954087621947</id><published>2006-02-27T23:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:07:34.223+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hhhh.. demam il divo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3572/2253/1600/ancora.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3572/2253/320/ancora.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;parah banget nih.. udah seminggu ga berhenti nonton &lt;a href="http://www.ildivo.com"&gt;il divo&lt;/a&gt; dari sejak mama punya dvdnya setelah dikasih temennya mama.. in case some of you never heard of them, it's a group of 4 male singers.. yang 3 itu penyanyi opera, dan yang 1 penyanyi pop.. jadi, mereka nyanyiin lagu pop yang di-cross over ke klasik, which i never thought could be so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di dvd yang aku tonton itu, cuma ada 5 lagu, tapi.. semuanya baguuus banget.. and I just can't stop watching them sing.. padahal kebayang kan, seminggu nonton 5 lagu, diulang berapa kali coba tu.. tapi tetep aja ga bosen-bosen..  :P watching them sing, it's like the time just stopped.. it's like being hypnotized, suddenly you're not able to do anything but to watch the tv and listen to their fantastic voices.. they're amazing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang bikin kagum lagi, mereka berempat itu berasal dari negara yang beda-beda, mulai dari Amerika, Swiss, Perancis sama Spanyol.. dan mereka sendiri mengakui bahwa mereka punya personality dan temperamen yang beda-beda satu sama lain.. tapi dari semua perbedaan itu, mereka bisa kerja sama, nyatuin bakat-bakat mereka untuk 'membuat 4 suara yang beda-beda itu jadi 1 suara yang solid'.. dan bukan cuma nyanyi aja, mereka juga meng-arrange lagu-lagu yang musti dinyanyiin, all by themselves.. hebat deh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untuk album yang kedua, &lt;strong&gt;"Ancora"&lt;/strong&gt;, mereka bakal ngadain world tour mulai bulan Februari 2006 ini, tapi sayang banget, mereka ga mampir ke Asia.. :'( terpaksa harus puas deh cuma liat di TV doang.. well, i could go on and on talking about them, so maybe i should just stop.. :) buat yang penasaran, ayo, ayo beli cdnya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-114105954087621947?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/114105954087621947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>flu berat.. :(</title><content type='html'>2 hari yang lalu nganterin adek ke dokter, akhirnya hari ini aku yang ke dokter ditemenin adek gara-gara ketularan dia.. :( kepala pusing, sakit perut, leher sakit, mulai pilek, dan akhirnya aku dapet obat seabrek, obat antibiotik, demam, radang tenggorokan, aaaarghhh.. malesnyaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hari ini, aku menghabiskan hariku dengan ngelanjutin TA.. penasaran banget, ada satu bagian yang stuck ga bisa dilanjutin.. kalo pake cara yang satunya, bisa jalan sih, tapi waktu yang diperluin 2 kali lebih lama.. tadi aja, ngejalanin programnya butuh 211 menit gitu.. hahah.. salah programnya, apa yang buat sih sebenernya.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-114001283023775826?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-113958946199097017</id><published>2006-02-10T23:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:45:42.043+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hari ini, aku baru bangun jam 12.. haha.. duh, ga enak banget deh bangun udah kesiangan gitu, soalnya kan di luar udah panaas, jadi tambah males deh.. anyway, akhirnya hari ini, laporan kerja praktek ku kekumpul juga!! yay!! seneng banget, karena aku udah bekerja semaksimal mungkin untuk nyelesaiin semuanya.. and i'm quite proud of what i've done.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, besok bandku bakal main di kampus.. mengingat ini tahun terakhir kita kuliah, mungkin ini bakal jadi performance kita yang terakhir.. :( i always enjoy playing music with them, walau kadang2 tiap latihan kita selalu main lagu seenaknya aja.. mustinya latihan 2 lagu doang, kalo lagi di studio, bisa jadi main lebih dari 5, cuma gara-gara pengen doang.. -_-' in the end, lagu yang mustinya dimainin malah ga kepegang.. hahaha.. but it was fun.. :) doain ya semoga semuanya lancar besok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*mo tidur dulu, ah...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-113958946199097017?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/113958946199097017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=113958946199097017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/113958946199097017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/113958946199097017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/02/hari-ini-aku-baru-bangun-jam-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22183479.post-113947741747349425</id><published>2006-02-09T16:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T16:30:17.483+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post..</title><content type='html'>welcome to my blog.. :) seneng deh kalo liat orang-orang rajin update blognya.. kenapa ya aku sering kepikiran banyak hal buat ditulis, tapi kalo udah online, tiba-tiba langsung blanky gitu.. -_-' hahaha.. parah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hari ini aku libur.. meliburkan diri sih sebenernya.. lagi ga enak badan, kayaknya mau flu, so i spent my day in front of the TV, watching 4 episodes of The O.C.. ah, bagusnya film itu... well, setelah nonton 4 film, yang berarti 3 jam di depan TV, akhirnya bosen juga, jadi sekarang berusaha melanjutkan Tugas Akhir lagi.. hmm.. ga berasa udah semester akhir aja.. I watched my friends graduated a few days ago.. it sure feels weird, because I have spent almost every day in the last 3,5 years hanging out with them.. :'( I'm pretty sure I'm gonna miss them A LOT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to my thesis.. I'm really excited about this.. aku pengen, di tugasku yang 'terakhir' ini, aku bener-bener mengaplikasikan pengetahuanku (duh.. bahasanya :P) dan bekerja dengan keras dan giat, supaya semuanya bisa berjalan dengan lancar.. rencana aku sekarang, program selesai pertengahan Mei, dan aku mulai buat dokumen untuk dikumpul akhir Juni.. doain ya, semoga semuanya sukses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all from me, then.. :) gotta go back to work..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22183479-113947741747349425?l=monicalestari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/feeds/113947741747349425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22183479&amp;postID=113947741747349425&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/113947741747349425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22183479/posts/default/113947741747349425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monicalestari.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-first-post.html' title='my first post..'/><author><name>Monica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06221797559889235401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
