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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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He smiles and I give in. This could be an enchantment.
My Getting-away?
Thursday 23 October 2008 6:37 pm
Saya senang membaca novel dan komik. Saya suka nonton.
Dan ditengah-tengah keasyikan tersebut saya menemukan ada kepuasan tersendiri saat air memenuhi kelopak mata hingga tidak terbendung.
Saya berusaha berkedip sesedikit mungkin saat menonton. Sebisa mungkin satu layar penuh tertangkap oleh sluruh panca indra saya.
Kata-kata akan terangkai menjadi kalimat. Kalimat-kalimat akan membentuk narasi yang sedemikian rupa. Otak saya secara otomatis akan menerjemahkan kata-kata menjadi adegan layaknya menonton pertunjukan teater dengan saya sebagai sutradaranya.

Emosi sedih, terharu, gembira, dan juga iri.
Ketika mereka datang dada seakan diremas oleh tangan tak terlihat.
mata terasa terbakar, lalu kemudian dingin.
Walaupun kelopak terasa berat, namun saya tidak berkedip, seakan tidak rela melepas.
Ketika tidak dapat lagi dibendung, jatuhlah tetesan pertama. Kedua. Ketiga. Tanpa henti.
Seperti neraca massa, setiap tetesan membawa suatu potongan pergi.
Mengalir ke pipi, menggantung di dagu, kemudian jatuh di atas meja.
Pipi yang lengket tidak saya gubris.

Saya pandangi tetesan-tetesan yang membercak di meja.
Bagian yang mana ya ini?
Yang saya tahu hanya saya merasa sedikit lebih ringan.

Menyedihkan ya?
Tapi anehnya saya justru menikmatinya.
Sering saya sengaja mencari-cari alasan untuk menangis.

Tapi bisa saja, secara sadar atau tidak sadar, saya memang butuh.
Yang jelas ini lebih aman daripada nikotin, alkohol, dan narkotik.

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Book Review: Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman
Friday 10 October 2008 10:08 pm
"Stories are webs, interconnected, strand to strand, and you follow each story to the centre, because the centre is the end. Each person is a strand of story."Anansi Boys


Fat Charlie, who's actually only fat briefly during childhood, lives a normal life for twenty-something years without knowing the true identity of his estranged father. Only after his father's death does he learn that the old man was a god and there's another son in the family named Spider. His party-going play-boy brother shows up at Fat Charlie’s door and turns his brother’s boring life upside-down. Spider is all the things Fat Charlie is not. He’s bold, suave, sophisticated, and he has all his father’s magic. Desperate to get his life back in order he travels to otherworldly places and encounters strange mythical creatures. Along the way, he learns a lot more than he ever wants to know about himself and his family.

Anansi Boys combines a modern-day story with myths, legends an visions that should be unbelievable, yet Neil Gaiman creates a world which the extraordinary becomes completely acceptable. Neil Gaiman does what he does best: tells a fantasy story well enough to almost make you believe it's happened. He takes any need for explanation and leaves in the wonder. When a character takes our hero, Fat Charlie, to another dimension, the only explanation is, just take my hand. We didn't wonder how Peter Pan flew and I didn't worry about the magic and wonder here either. I love the little details, the quirky things that he adds to stories that don't make a difference to the plot but make you giggle a little.

This is the third Gaiman book I read after Stardust and Neverwhere. In those two books nothing is ever really all right. His characters straddle the place between light and darkness, often by choice, to protect the rest of us. That, perhaps, is what makes the humor of Anansi Boys so startling: it seems inappropriate, somehow. Despite all humor, there were places in it where the story is close to horror and in comedy nothing dark should happen to any of the characters. But somehow it work out for the best.

In horror fiction people get what they deserve, whereas in comedies people get what they need. And I felt , gladly, that at the end of Anansi Boys, everybody got what they need.


P.S.: Sebenarnya 1 jam yang lalu saya baru saja selesai menonton film Laskar Pelangi. Baru kemarin pula saya menyelesaikan novel Anansi Boys yang saya pinjam dari sepupu. Tapi review ini sudah saya susun sejak pagi ini. Antri dong. Semua ada gilirannya (Kayak ada yang nungguin aja..hehe..).

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14 Hours!
Sunday 5 October 2008 9:19 pm
Finally. FINALLY! The hellish-14-hours car trip is over! OVER!

14 hours of sitting in the car.
14 hours of car air conditioning.
14 hours of trying not to sleep to make sure the one behind the wheel was aware enough to get us back home safe and sound.
14 hours of hearing my sister's constant whining. On and on and on.
14 hours of XL's low signal.

I couldn't stretch a muscle.
I couldn't properly sleep.
I couldn't get my mind off the road.
I couldn't even remember what got us into this situation in the first place.



Detail report in the next post. Or the one after the next one.


Or when I'm feeling to.
Oh, nevermind.
I need to lay down.



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