Deciding what to wear for work each day is a real pain. It’s such a time-consuming and agonising decision that it ‘s something best done the night before rather than the morning itself when you’re simply too pressed for time.
And the condition which afflicts most women is that our wardrobes can be bursting at the seams, but yet we’ll say we have nothing to wear. By that, we mean we have nothing NEW to wear. Note the hidden, unverbalised word. But I must state that I don’t really have many clothes. Serious! Compared to my friends, the number of clothes I have pales in comparison.
Sometimes I would rather I worked in a company which requires me to wear a uniform. That way, it saves me from making that decision every night. I mean, these decisions don’t just stop at the clothes. It extends to the shoes, bag, and accessories too!
Right. That’s my bimbotic rant of the day.
On another note, I had a lovely dinner at a friend’s place last night. Two other friends from uni and I were invited to our friend’s place for dinner because it’s part of the Hari Raya festivities for her. It’s become a tradition of sorts. Every year, we’ll go to her place during Hari Raya to eat.
The food was delicious, especially my favourtie dish–sambal goreng. Her mum makes the best sambal goreng! I ate it with relish and my friend even made extra for me to “da pao” home! Haha!
But best of all was the conversation and all the catching up we did. Nothing quite beats a good conversation amongst good friends.