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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.

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The Tales of Beedle the Bard - J.K. Rowling
Be With You - Takuji Ichikawa
Water for Elephants - Sara Gruen
Elsewhere - Gabrielle Zevin
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	The Amulet of Samarkand Jonathan Stroud
	Magyk Angie Sage

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Tears. For Different Reason.

Thursday, 1 May 2008 9:52 pm

I was at my boyfriend house, helping him doing a task from Schlumberger recruitment team, when suddenly his dad brought a guitar case.
He opened it. And there it was. Exactly the same.

At first he only stared at it. Speechless. But then, he cried.

When he was crying, I could only watch. I could only breathe the atmosphere. I could only smile. I didn't try to hug him. I didn't try to caress him. Because somehow I know it's family time.

There was the dad and the brother. They hug him. And my smile got even wider.

At that single moment, I realized how much I want him to be happy. Not just happy. I want him to be glad that he has me.

I witnessed with my own eyes, the love of a mother.

Now I miss my own even more.

P.S.: I bet he is playing it right now. Wish I could see his face.

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