chant
Don't know how I fell under his spell.
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The name is Anita Pravitasari. People call me "anita". Likes to prefer her self as "nyt". 20 years old (There. I've changed it). Live in Jakarta-Bandung, Indonesia. In a relationship. Currently taking major in Chemical Engineering ITB. Love to write even more to read. Movie geek. Music lover. Often tired and loves sleep. Cries very easily. Is very friendly. Her ultimate fangirl crush would be with Johnny Deep *dies*. Is a spoiler whore. She hardly use a censoring system when she babbles so read at your own risks.

wishlist
The Shack - William P. Young
The Tales of Beedle the Bard - J.K. Rowling
Be With You - Takuji Ichikawa
Water for Elephants - Sara Gruen
Elsewhere - Gabrielle Zevin
A Walking Tour of the Shambles - Neil Gaiman
American Gods - Neil Gaiman
New Moon - Stephanie Meyer
Eclipse - Stephanie Meyer
Breaking Dawn - Stephanie Meyer
The Host - Stephanie Meyer
DSLR camera
new cellphone (any suggestion?)
a LONG vacation (europe baby!)
watching Kungfu Panda
Crayon’s Craft & co, Jl. Aceh no. 15

contacts
anitapravitasari@gmail.com nytnyta@gmail.com nytazspot@hotmail.com sakura_misakichi@yahoo.com
All emails go straight to my Microsoft Outlook.
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recent watch
Sweeny Todd: The Demon Barber from Fleet Street
Elizabeth: The Golden Age
The Spiderwick Chronicles


recent read
The Devil of Nanking
Mo Hayder
The Amulet of Samarkand
Jonathan Stroud
Magyk
Angie Sage


current read
Twilight
Stephanie Meyer
New Moon
Stephanie Meyer
Eclipse
Stephanie Meyer


ment
He smiles and I give in. This could be an enchantment.
sorry seems to be the hardest word
Thursday, 20 March 2008 7:10 pm
I was terrible. And maybe I was mean too.

If there was a way to go back and change how I acted, you betcha I would go.

You said 'I forgive you'. And I know it wasn't easy.
But sadness was still on your face and I can feel a distance.

There's a part when you said I didn't mean it. That it wasn't genuine.
That hurt. But it wasn't my place to feel hurt. So I got rid of it.

It's really hard when you know it's not enough, and it don't matter how many time I said it. But there's really nothing more I can give. That's the only way to apologize that I know. Maybe it's not the word that's not enough. Maybe I just don't know how to make it enough. Or maybe my conscience won't let it be enough.

'Sorry' involuntarily springs on our lips at the drop of a hat. You kick someone and you say "Oh, I’m Sorry". You step on someone and you say "Oh! I’m sorry". You hurt someone and you say "Oh, I’m Sorry". We say it a countless number of times in a day. Without any reason, without any gravity. However, sometimes when it is necessary, it is not so easy to assemble those ordinary five letters and give shape to a simple word. Sometimes, as the song goes, ‘Sorry seems to be the hardest word’.

I'm blank. I'm confused. I don't know what to do.
Guilt is holding me tight.

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