When I was still studying, I often dreamed of myself as a successful woman who possesses the intellect and the elegance in my everyday attire. I was too ambitious and I failed to realize that somehow, the woman I wanted to be only exists in those famous Hollywood films.

Today, I admit that I never became the woman I envisioned years ago. My success is so far limited as a rank and file employee, humble educator and a struggling freelance writer / researcher.  As of dressing up with style and substance, I'm way far from such dream. For one thing, I wear a dull office uniform everyday to work. It's only during Fridays when we are allowed to wear our own clothes. Unfortunately, as much as I wanted to "power dress" I would surely earn those glances and murmurs as soon as I register my attendance in our biometric machine. The "norm imposed" Friday clothes in our workplace are jeans, blouse or a polo shirt. If you go beyond that, you are considered as a stupid alien thrown away on planet Earth. But if I were really to choose, this is the way I wanted to dress



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As much as I wanted to wear this, I can't. Why?
1. I will surely be tagged as a pathetic attention seeker.
2. I don't wear heels. You see, the nicest outfit would always match with those towering heels.
3. I commute to work and those dresses are not meant for riding the jeepney and the crowded train.
4. I have huge logs.. I mean legs :) Skirts would just emphasize the muscles I have grown from walking,  running and standing and finally..
5. It's not just me. I have always been a lousy and carefree member of the female populace. I was never born with poise and style. I walk as fast as I could. I carry huge shoulder bags enough to house all my necessities. I don't have the time and patience to dress up myself.

But sometimes, the female hormones in me wanted to have my own elegant moment as best depicted in Anne Hathaway's film



I have a confession to make. Whenever I feel fat, ugly and grouchy, I usually play this song in my iPod and walk pretending I'm Andrea of The Devil Wears Prada.