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For once in my life, I hated working. I really feel like lazying around at home.. doing nothing.

Can I or can I not?

Got my salary, have a long list of things to buy. My manager said I have to get myself something, to treat myself. That is one big lesson to learn as I am always concern about how I should manage my money, to my family and that significant someone.

So, on pay day, I rush back home as early as possible and voila! I got myself a new hair cut. Cost me 45 bucks, and I look like a school girl, my mum says. My manager said my mum was just being jealous as I definitely look more youthful with my new bob. :)

Clock is ticking and 1 more year, I will hit 30.

I told myself to enjoy life, treat myself better. No more sulking over things that I can do but do not have the courage to do. No more complaining bout not getting chances. I have and I can fight for it for sure. I want to look good, and feel nice about myself. I want to do something that I really wish to do so for so long, travelling. Maybe develop a hobby and enjoy life as it is. God created the world so beautiful that it will be wasted if I remain static here.

I want to be successful in my own way. In work, in life, in relationship. Not so much in relationship though, as we are all screwed-up singles who are just too damn selfish to accomodate anyone in life.

But nevertheless, I am changing. And I will keep on changing until I am happy, be it an illusion or not..

Welcome to life, Sharon.

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