I live in the largest archipelago on earth. Do you know what that means? That means, my country has about 17000 islands. And that means? Fucking huge number of beaches! Beach equals fun, adventures, beautiful moments, and everything that’s so alive. So why do I still stuck here in this little city, cramped with cars, buildings, and conceited people with their smart busyness. Why?? It just doesn’t make sense. Maybe I just need a chance? Maybe I just have too much thinking? Maybe i’m just too coward to step out of my comfort zone? *sigh*