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.
I’ll hang on to my splintering ego-thank you
Saturday, 26 April 2008 6:05 pm
I was reading Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keys. Just when I reached the part where Charlie and Alice got in their first quarrel, I stopped reading.
I closed the book and I put it down.

The scene won’t stop running in front of my eyes, so I closed them, put my hands over my face. But instead it got clearer.
They were saying things that made things worst.

Don’t get me wrong.
I’m happy. I’m happy for every wonderful things that happened.

But I can’t help it. That was how I feel. It undermined my self-confidence. Not just that one time.

I don’t want to torture my self in this way.
But I don’t want to let it to go. I treasure it too much. I had let it enter my life. It cracked my barrier. I’m glad I did it and never felt sorry for it.

I prayed, God, lend me strength. Please hold my hand, don’t let me drown in the darkness of my heart.

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