I still remember the day I entered a discotic for the first time when I was in a short language course in Germany. It was a new experience for me, a sweet young girl who rarely hang out at night. Well, it's not really because I hate to go outside, but, actually because I have no choice. My family always chooses to be at home rather than go outside. Even for having dinner together or lunch, we rather order it by online apps or simply buy it and take it home. We went together a couple of times, usually in some events held by the office or our church. We sometimes went together only our family, but the one I love and still remember until now is when we spontaneously decided to go to the Singosari Temple and had one of the best bakso we ever tasted. That day when I first entered the disco, I feel kinda strange. I didn't know what I'm supposed to do, it's just really not my thing. I ended up chatting with some people and went outside the room, eating some snacks and ...
Nanos gigantum humeris insidentes.