When Chipmunks Start Rambling

Sigh, I've been way too lazy to do anything meaningful lately. Write? No creative juices flowing, poor excuse that may be. Blog? No easy access, and then again what should I blog about? My life is boring enough without me needing to bore someone else. No, I've just been creating loads of excuses, readily available whenever I need to pull one out to ease my conscience.

So... What's been going on in my sad, dreary life? Hmm. Well, to start the ball rolling, I wore a dress to visit my relatives during the Chinese New Year. Go on, let that jaw drop. I, Natalie Chew, actually wore a dress out, for the first time in like 6 years. (School skirts don't count). And I did it willingly. For those who think it's no big deal, think again. To say that I'm not a very dress-friendly person is pretty much the understatement of the century. I was one of those girls who actually envied the guys for wearing long pants in school. So, wearing a dress was a really big jump for me. I'll not post any of the pictures, because I don't want to be responsible for anyone suffering a sudden heart attack. But let's just say that for the sake of being a girl (and to avoid getting mistaken as a guy), I'll try forcing myself to wear skirts or dresses more often when I go out with my friends. The look on their faces ought to be priceless, hee! XD

Oh, Valentine's Day is just over, isn't it? I don't really know how I should feel about it. I mean, I've been sweetie-free since ever, so how can I feel? I've certainly given my heart to some people, but it seems that my feelings have never been reciprocated (no surprises there). But I don't feel bitter about it, not at all! :)

I've always imagined how I would spend the day if I had someone to spend it with, even though I can't usually stand mushiness. I guess Valentine's just brings it out... Maybe I'm just too naive for my own good? Sigh. Well, I can always spend it with good friends, right? :)

note: If this post seems rushed, that's because it is. I'm kind of doing this during my lunch break.

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