  I was on my way to work, turned on the radio and listened to Hitz FM's morning show. Rudy the dj was calling up this Azah from that 3R show talking about how long does it take for her to get ready, spruced up for a shoot or what not. Azah commented that when she had her hair long it took 45 minutes just to do her hair. That's enuff time to play half a footie match. Just for the hair. And when u add in the time to pick the outfit, matching shoes.. That's easily hours down the drain.
I shouldn't be generalizing and say that this only applies to women. Because nowadays with the trend of guys being metrosexuals, we are becoming more and more obsessed with our appearance. Personally, I couldn't care less how I look when I go out and stuff. Probably because I take for granted that I'm already engaged and I'm not presenting myself as a dish on the menu for the other women out there. I have this one favorite shirt that my mom got me in 1994 when I was sent off to boarding school that I still wore till this day. The shirt survived 2 gruelling years in Pengkalan Chepa, 18 months in Perth Scotland, and 4 years of Uni in Lancaster. It has more holes in it than a block of Swiss cheese. Every time I wear it my mom would go, "Takde t-shirt lain ke.. Malu la mummy,". She even bought me a new shirt, slightly similar design a bit snug fitting, (too snug for my liking) in the hopes of me abandoning my favorite shirt. Call me sentimental but I just love that shirt. What does a t-shirt have to do with the long time we take in getting ourselves ready?
Hmm well for starters you won't spend as much time picking out clothes when u already know what ur going to wear. U just need to condition urself to the constant comments u get every time u go out in the same shirt,"Wei takde baju lain ke??,". Heck, if I don't care why should the others care right?? Still I do make an effort to make myself presentable for the times I go out with my girl.
She might say other wise but I have to admit that I do take care in not wearing that torn Gap cargo pants that she sorta hates, attempts to shave (failing miserably since I kinda like that gruff "ganas" look), and try to go for that color coordinated look that some couples go for. Hehe still I always managed to squeeze in that t-shirt every now and then. Hey just call me sentimental... 
