because daughters are not always like their father

happy new year, dearests! another year has passed, and here comes 2017!

2016 has not been 'that' well considering there's no update for indonesia-australia tourist visa 3 yearly extension, or trump being elected as president, or the virgin experience having mental breakdown in your boss's office, or getting labelled as socially exclusive, or whatever nonsense comes in between. 

still, have a little faith.

gossip girl is awesome, and i just joined the hype few weeks ago. i know i'm a late bloomer, but i wonder how come i can be this late?

i wish these come true

2017 would be my 5th year working in singapore, and honestly things has been just nice. not too "wow", not too "woo", but the kind of "hmmm, okay" kind of nice. everything has been so monotone. every. thing. 

 i guess my quarter life crisis syndrome strikes again. i mean, i would be 25 this year. 

anyway, i already made up my mind for a full gap year. i had it discussed with dad and told him i don't want to let this chance go. the clock is ticking and if i don't do what i really want to do and missed out this opportunity just because i'm merely comfortable for where am i now, or whom i'm being with, or the job i have now, i would be spending the rest of my life regretting the path i didn't take.

like what every 50 years old settled man will do, dad opposed the idea at first. i understand having a daughter with stable (or kinda monotone) life is rather non-worrying compared to going to another country, with no relative that she knew, probably working a physical job with payment that just barely there. my dad had the same choice once, and he didn't take it. as much as liberty he had to take his choice, the same i wish he gives to take mine. maybe i'm sounds like running away from everything, but i'll give some updates once i got more concrete pictures.

routine for the last three days