Shirt

When it comes to packing luggage, I tend to pack too little. As opposed to overpacking, my careless way of packing is more laughable. It's embarrassing, for example, to find that I had only one shirt for my trip to Macau this week. One shirt, and nothing else, for three days.

Wearing the same shirt for all occasions is fine, as long as I didn't go running. The way of my wearing shirt goes along with the story book I brought with me to Macau: Welcome to the Hyunam-dong Bookshop. The barista of the bookshop, Minjun, talked about the way of wearing shirts. 

"In high school, my mum used to say that if the first button is done up properly, the rest of the buttons will line up neatly."

At first glance, it makes good sense. The first button, as it turns out, refers to the expectation to get into a good university; the second and third, fourth buttons are smooth sailing after fastening the first one.

As it happens, this isn't the way for everyone. Some might be better off wearing a buttonless shirt. Some might get stuck because the shirt lined with expensive and beautiful buttons on one side, but there are no holes. 

At the end of the story, remedy for the dangling buttons comes into light. "Easy. I changed my shirt," Minjun said. "This time I cut the holes first before I made the buttons that fit. Now, the shirt is buttoned up nicely."