And in the past 1 year, I have neglected myself. I neglected taking care of and pampering me. I really did.

It took one encounter with a roomful of women my age who look like they walked out of a magazine to understand this.

They had fake eyelashes on - do you even know how much time is required to put on that stuff? They had coloured contact lenses or big eye lenses on. Their nails were painted. Some were plain coloured and some had sparkles on them - nonetheless, painted. They wore heels. Pretty ones. They had stockings on, patterned ones. They had fancy accessories on - tasteful ones. They had bags - those that are anything but boring, black ones. Their hair are coloured, styled and sassy.

I barely combed my hair - rebonded hair requires little combing except for the fact I run my fingers through them too often. My fingernails were bare. I saw no point in troubling myself with heels. I also saw no point in accessorizing. My bag is the same bag I carry everyday - black to coordinate with everything I own.

Well, this has to stop. I have to start taking care of my skin, of soul and my femininity. It's ridiculously easy to grow horizontally when you care more about deadlines and work than your own self.

I start with heels, with a good hair cut and a dye. I look at more colour to my wardrobe. And, variety of course. I dug up old clothes that I haven't worn for more than a year and discovered I do have some interesting pieces. I am exploring eye makeup. I never used to put mascara till 8 months back and thank god, I have that at least. And this weekend I wanted to give my nails some colour but I was too busy shopping with the girls till I had no time. Doesn't matter cos I am heading to JB this coming weekend for what seems like an inevitable change.

I'm grabbing hold of my youth. It's about time. :D

Watch out for CHANGE in me!