<?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-5831281716357656531</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:12:47.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mOnimOnimaYa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831281716357656531/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mOn nIc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16821171063001214803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd3Z82IDFRE/TDQcvztC9tI/AAAAAAAAABM/OaJOpLFg9MM/S220/IMG00508.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831281716357656531.post-7235512736703744488</id><published>2009-09-14T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:17:58.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is it a curse or a gift?"</title><content type='html'>7 FIRST DAYS OF MY 'SUPERIOR [H]' CLASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 07, 2009&lt;br /&gt;2 sessions of KM, without break. The first session, the lecture just had chit-chat with us. The second session, he started to teach, I feel bored. I go outside to call my friend [C]. After I call her, I enter the class again. About ten minutes later, my friends from Q class finished their class and they call me from outside my class. I go out again. I chat with them outside. When I go inside again, the lecture had already finished the slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 08, 2009&lt;br /&gt;1st session is CBII. Not too bad. We just had chit-chat with the lecture and the lecture explain about our assignments for 1 semester. She told us we have to do all of the OFC assignments and she gave us project like a charity event to show that we care to our social environment. &lt;br /&gt;2nd session is IM&amp;K. The lecture enter the class and start to teach. He even didn't introduce himself!! And after a long time, he said 'introduction'. I think he wants to introduce himself, but actually the introduction that he said is about the introduction of the subject. And almost all of the session, he just talked about 'manual'. I even didn't understand what does he mean 'manual'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 09, 2009&lt;br /&gt;2 sessions of A&amp;PSI, with break. The lecture enter the room and he didn't say anything. He wants us to be quiet and we did it. Then, he started to talk. He ask my classmates' GPA, most of them said 3.8 or 3.9. My friend [W] and I suddenly felt like we have the lowest GPA in the class. The lecture told us about the rule in his class, one of his rules is the ringtone for cellular phone that he can tolerate just *beep...* not *beep.. beep..*. We didn't study for 2 sessions. The lecture just chat with us.&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot, before I go to campus, I chat with my friend [A] by the YM. I read her status about bimay's discorum. I open the forum and it shocked me because most of my friends already post the answer for CBII third meeting [OFC]!!! They all are so diligent. It makes me depressed to be in the 'superior' class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;I came to the campus almost at 09.00 a.m. I want to meet my cousin [R] first. I just talked with him for minutes and then I go to my class. When I enter the class, I was so shocked. The front rows of the class is full!! Really really full!!! I must come at what time to get seat at the front row?!?&lt;br /&gt;1st session is MK. At the first, I think the lecture not too bad. But after he started to teach in front of the class, it feels like he just talk to the whiteboard. He explained about the MK face to the whiteboard. Who are you talking to, Sir? -_-'&lt;br /&gt;2nd session is JK. He teached tolerably. I understand what he talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;1 session of PI. I wait outside the class because the lecture hasn't coming yet. And suddenly I saw my lecture who teach me in the 1st semester. And he enter my class. He teach me again this semester. We meet again, Sir. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 14, 2009&lt;br /&gt;2 sessions of KM, without break. I sit at the second row from the rearmost. The first session I try to pay attention, but it didn't work. When the first session almost over, me and 3 of my friends [W, R, S] go to the foodcourt. S and me was very hungry and we know that will not break. While we are eating, my friend [O] texts me. He said that we had group assignment. So, we finished our lunch and we back to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 15, 2009&lt;br /&gt;1 session of IM&amp;K[P]. The laboratory assistant introduce himself and his partner name, but his partner didn't come. He teach us about VB.&lt;br /&gt;1 session of CBII. The lecture didn't come, so my friends and me go outside for lunch. The eat place [NS], it serve the food for so long. I decide not to go there again to eat, especially if I'm hungry!!&lt;br /&gt;1 session of IM&amp;K. First 1 hour, he just talk about things that didn't related with the subject. When he started to teach, I try to pay attention again, but I can't!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never asked for 'superior' class. I just want a normal class. Even I didn't enter the same class with my friends, but I just want a normal class. &lt;br /&gt;My 2nd semeseter's class, if I had class at 07.20 a.m, even I wake up at 07.20 a.m too, I still can get seat at the 1st front row at the class. But in my new class, even I came at 09.00 a.m while my class starts at 09.20 a.m, I just got seat at the back row -_-'&lt;br /&gt;And when I enter my friend [C]'s class, I think her class had a better aura than mine. Even in her class, I just know 2 persons, 3 with her, but I think her class was better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;At the first I want to move to another class. But I think if I didn't understand my lecture's explanation, I can enter my friends' class, so I change my mind.&lt;br /&gt;But I still didn't enjoy my new class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;My cousin [Y] told me about his school life, his friends, and his lessons. And I told him mine too. I said that I didn't enjoy my 'superior' class. Unpredictably he said he more enjoyed 'superior' class. So he was spurred to study and study, to be more diligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that what he said is true. Maybe if I enter the normal class, I will never change. I will always postpone my assignments, wake up late even I had morning class. I will always be a lazy me. I can't change because the condition didn't force me to change to be better. Maybe I just need time to fit in with my new class. Hopefully I can. Wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831281716357656531-7235512736703744488?l=monimonimaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/feeds/7235512736703744488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-curse-or-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831281716357656531/posts/default/7235512736703744488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831281716357656531/posts/default/7235512736703744488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-curse-or-gift.html' title='&quot;Is it a curse or a gift?&quot;'/><author><name>mOn nIc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16821171063001214803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd3Z82IDFRE/TDQcvztC9tI/AAAAAAAAABM/OaJOpLFg9MM/S220/IMG00508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831281716357656531.post-6325757051536063411</id><published>2009-09-07T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T09:27:53.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ting Ma Ma De Hua   VS   Hole in The Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd3Z82IDFRE/SqUz7HtytRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cFLQCIicOzw/s1600-h/06092009256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd3Z82IDFRE/SqUz7HtytRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cFLQCIicOzw/s320/06092009256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378762420740338962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday (September 02, 20009), I flied from Makassar to Jakarta. Actually, my mother told me to back to Jakarta on September 4 or 5, but I told her I must back to Jakarta before September 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I arrived at my room, it was so dusty [FYI, I left it for 2months]. So, I sweep my room. It takes a long time to sweep my room. Even my phone ringing, I didn't check it. And when I almost finish sweep my room, I saw the floor. It seems like the floor sways. I think I dizzy, but actually it was earthquake. Because I almost finish, so I continued sweeping my room. After I finished, my dad called me. He asked me about the earthquake and he told me that the earthquake can happen again and it has potention to become tsunami!!! So, I hurry collect my stuffs and put them all in my bag. I saw my phone. I have a message and two missed calls. One missed call from my uncle in Jakarta and one more from my friend [R]. So, I call back R and I told her that I want to go to her boardinghouse. And after call her, I call my uncle and he told me that he wanted to warn me about the earthquake but I didn't answer the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I go to R's boardinghouse. I stayed there until 5p.m ++. When I was in her room, my mom called me. We talked about the earthquake. After that, I think about what my mom told me when I wanna go back to Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9PFQSVZdzM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9PFQSVZdzM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2days later, I wake up at 8a.m because the hammer's sound at my boardinghouse. I try to sleep and I can sleep again. At 10a.m, the boardinghouse ma'am (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ibu kost"&lt;/span&gt; knocked my room's door. I wake up [AGAIN!!!] and she wants to see my room, is there any crack on my wall or not. And there it is, my wall was cracked because the earthquake 2days ago. She asked me because my neighbor's wall was cracked too. So she told me that tomorrow [September 05] at 2p.m, the wall will be repaired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At September 05, repairmen came almost at 3p.m. They hammered my wall and my neighbor's wall. And the result for the day is, they make a hole in the wall, in our wall [mine &amp;amp; my neigbor's], so I can see her room and she can see my room too. And one by one the repairmen disappeared without I realized it and the boardinghouse' worker told us that the work will be continued tomorrow at 8a.m. They left our wall in HOLED condition!!! Fortunately, my wall just one side that had hole. My neighbour's room has 2holes on 2sides. So, she decide to stay overnight at her family's house. Unlucky her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At September 06, I woke up at 7.30a.m. The repairmen came around 8.30a.m. One of them said that the wall will be repaired but can't finished at the day but will be continued again tomorrow [tomorrow again]. I keep all my important stuffs in my cabinet and I locked it. I just can take care of my room watching the repairmen until 10a.m because I must go somewhere. My neighbor's help me to take care of my room. I give her my room key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I back around 2 or 2.30p.m. Our room hasn't finished. My neighbor gave me back my key and she me told me to take my chair outside because the work still need a long time. And I sit beside her. We have a chat for a moment. Actually, I never know her. I even didn't know her name until that day hahaha. Fortunately, the work can be finished at that day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the earthquake happen, I feel a little regret because I didn't hear what my mom told me. I ever watched about the victim of the earthquake. I just feel sympathy. But now, I think I am one of them, althought I know I still luckier. I thank God that I came back to Jakarta at the right time, if I came late, maybe I will never know how lucky I am that I still have a room to live in. I thank God that now I know my neighbor that I never know before, even we already one your become neighbor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T JUST GIVE THANKS TO WHAT YOU HAVE, BUT GIVE THANKS TOO TO WHAT YOU DON'T HAVE THAT BELONGS TO OTHERS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831281716357656531-6325757051536063411?l=monimonimaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/feeds/6325757051536063411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/ting-ma-ma-de-hua-vs-hole-in-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831281716357656531/posts/default/6325757051536063411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831281716357656531/posts/default/6325757051536063411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/2009/09/ting-ma-ma-de-hua-vs-hole-in-wall.html' title='Ting Ma Ma De Hua   VS   Hole in The Wall'/><author><name>mOn nIc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16821171063001214803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd3Z82IDFRE/TDQcvztC9tI/AAAAAAAAABM/OaJOpLFg9MM/S220/IMG00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd3Z82IDFRE/SqUz7HtytRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/cFLQCIicOzw/s72-c/06092009256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831281716357656531.post-9089320004157957318</id><published>2009-06-29T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:11:13.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKAWAY</title><content type='html'>Kelly Clarkson - Breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grew up in a small town&lt;br /&gt;And when the rain would fall down&lt;br /&gt;I'd just stare out my window&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of what could be&lt;br /&gt;And if I'd end up happy&lt;br /&gt;I would pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to reach out&lt;br /&gt;But when I tried to speak out&lt;br /&gt;Felt like no one could hear me&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to belong here&lt;br /&gt;But something felt so wrong here&lt;br /&gt;So I'd pray&lt;br /&gt;I could breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish, take a chance, make a change, and breakaway&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I love&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change, and breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel the warm breeze&lt;br /&gt;Sleep under a palm tree&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rush of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Get onboard a fast train&lt;br /&gt;Travel on a jetplane&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;And breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish, take a chance, make a change, and breakaway&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget all the ones that I love&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change, and breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buildings with a hundred floors&lt;br /&gt;Swinging with revolving doors&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don’t know where they’ll take me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep movin' on movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Fly away&lt;br /&gt;Breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s not easy to tell you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Take a risk, take a chance, make a change, and breakaway&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget what place I come from&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change, and breakaway&lt;br /&gt;Breakaway&lt;br /&gt;Breakaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago I watch the Princess Diaries 2 movie in TV. And suddenly I hear "Take a risk, take a chance, make a change, and breakaway". It was the Breakaway song by Kelly Clarkson. I search for the lyric. After I read the lyric, I think the lyric suits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I study in Jakarta, far away from my family. Even it was hard for me to live alone but I believe that I can &amp; I will survive here. There was so much fun here, but I won't forget my hometown, the place where I have so many memories there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn about life, love, and friendship. I learn that our life must be filled with something useful. I learn that if we love someone, even it was really hurt us to see him/her with another person, but if that was the best for him/her, we must support him/her. And friends are your handkerchief when you are crying [not tissue].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take the risk to live alone. I take the chance to be here. Hope I can make change for myself [&amp; maybe for others too]. &lt;br /&gt;And BREAKAWAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831281716357656531-9089320004157957318?l=monimonimaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/feeds/9089320004157957318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/breakaway.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831281716357656531/posts/default/9089320004157957318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831281716357656531/posts/default/9089320004157957318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/2009/06/breakaway.html' title='BREAKAWAY'/><author><name>mOn nIc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16821171063001214803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd3Z82IDFRE/TDQcvztC9tI/AAAAAAAAABM/OaJOpLFg9MM/S220/IMG00508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5831281716357656531.post-5257610115543805102</id><published>2009-05-01T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:45:41.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Myblog, and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd3Z82IDFRE/SftCRVByssI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iOb2ag0yAYQ/s1600-h/07032009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd3Z82IDFRE/SftCRVByssI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iOb2ag0yAYQ/s320/07032009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330927449392984770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 142, 130);"&gt;hmm this is my 1st blog, dunno what to write, so I just write about myself ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 142, 130);"&gt;My full name is Monica Dewi Putri [maybe u already know it]. People usually called me monic, monmon, mon, nic, moni', mode, dede', or just de'. I love to use "s4rs4p4r1|4" as my nickname. I was born in Makassar on May 26, 1990 at Catherine Booth - Men's Victim Hospital [from generation to generation always there], but because one 'n another thing, the date was different at my birth certificate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 142, 130);"&gt;I'm the youngest child in my family [2brothers &amp;amp; 1sister before me]. Many people said, the youngest child is the most loveable but I don't think so. I just feel like nothing different, except sometimes I exempted from a work or something like that hehehe&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 142, 130);"&gt;From kindergarten until junior high, I study in Gamaliel. When I still in junior high, I have plan to take science major in high school. But when I already in Dian Harapan high school, I choose social major, even almost everybody around me told me to choose science major. I just think in the future, I will not work in science world, like doctor or engineer, something like that lha. ^^' And now I study in Binus University, I take Information System major.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 142, 130);"&gt;I have black long hair and will always be, except later my hair become white and doesn't grow again. Actually, I love coloured hair, but it will be so bothered if my black hair grow -_-' I ever think to have short hair because I think short hair looks "fresh", but many people said, "Women better have long hair than short hair", so I keep my hair long until now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 142, 130);"&gt;I am so moody, dunno why, I do something when I'm in the mood. When I'm not in the mood I can become soooooo lazyyyyy......... hahaha. And I think I have a little of double personality, maybe it's because I'm moody, but dunno lha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 142, 130);"&gt;Since I was a kid, I love to eat pizza so much and I love to drink A&amp;amp;W [2 of my friends said it taste like "balm or white wood oil". ^^'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 142, 130);"&gt;I love to watch comedy romantic movie [include princess story / fairytale] and imagine movie [like Harry Potter, dunno the type of the movie so I just say "imagine movie" hahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 142, 130);"&gt;I can speak Chinese, Indonesian, and English. But not too fluently, except Indonesian of course. I just speak Chinese with my family and it was mixed with Indonesian and a little bit of Makassar language hohoho :P and can speak English because I used to take home course when I was in primary school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 142, 130);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 200, 200);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 142, 130);"&gt;I choose my blog name &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 177, 206);" href="http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because all of the names I want to named my blog already used by others and suddenly I remember "monimonimaya", one of my friends in junior high used to call me that. I think it sounds uniQue and it fits me 'cause my name is &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;moni&lt;/span&gt;ca &amp;amp; this blog is in cyber world ("dunia &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;maya&lt;/span&gt;" in Indonesian), so I use that name, thx to 'coffee' ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 200, 200);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 142, 130);"&gt;Oh, I almost forget 1 thing, I use English for my blog, not just for style,  but to practice my English and I feel more comfort to express what I think in English hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 142, 130);"&gt;dunno what to write again 'n now it's time to sleep so c ya :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5831281716357656531-5257610115543805102?l=monimonimaya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/feeds/5257610115543805102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-myself-and-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831281716357656531/posts/default/5257610115543805102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5831281716357656531/posts/default/5257610115543805102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monimonimaya.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, Myblog, and I'/><author><name>mOn nIc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16821171063001214803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd3Z82IDFRE/TDQcvztC9tI/AAAAAAAAABM/OaJOpLFg9MM/S220/IMG00508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nd3Z82IDFRE/SftCRVByssI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iOb2ag0yAYQ/s72-c/07032009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
