Little Miss Blue-Ripped-Skirt

Stop wondering what that picture's about. I'll tell you soon enough. Right now, what I want you to do is set your mind to turn a blind eye to the lime green sleeve from my very nice and very comfortable borrowed t-shirt that happens to be jutting out. Look at the left part of the picture above. Mind over matter, my friends. Remember, mind over matter.

Done? Good.

Actually, it's barely there. Really.
I understand if you missed it entirely.

*grin*

Awww, hush! I know I should really practice my discreet photo-taking skills. The hand/sleeve-in-picture thingy isn't really cool. But but but, you'll have to excuse me this time, though. It isn't easy being discreet AND ACCURATE when one is shooting a moving target. Not easy at all. At least this time there wasn't a hand, right? Only my sleeve. That in itself is already an improvement. And come on, it wasn't a baby tee day. I was in a T-SHIRT. They come with bigger sleeves, okayyy. Heh.


I actually consider myself semi-pro at discreet photography, thank you very much. In fact, I'm very much open to the prospect of giving lessons. Just let me know if you're interested. I charge cheap cheap if we fren fren.

*grin*

So now that we're done with the introductions,
I'll get down to business.

The topic of the night?

Little Miss Blue-Ripped-Skirt.

Yes, it's blue. Pale blue.
I'm not colourblind.
If you can't see it, you are. Heh.

So this is the deal. You know how some people are natural born immatures? Well, I met one today. I met HER today. In the flesh, y'all! At McDonald's. And believe me, she's super-duper pro at it. No kidding. She's got immature down pat with a capital 'I'. And don't say that I'm being mean or huffy with things. I wasn't the only one to state the obvious. Hah! Confirmed!


If you ask me, I can't remember exactly what it was about her that irritated the hell out of me. She just did. Haha. I know she made some really silly comments, asked a number of really silly questions and did a REALLY silly thing. Now, THIS I can remember down to the very last detail. Haha. Share with you.

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Little Miss Blue-Ripped-Skirt called out
to SuperPowerSunflower and said,
"Eh, my friend wants to know you la!"


Over-excitedly points at friend.


SuperPowerSunflower said,
"Uh...," with an uncomfortable smile.


Half an hour passes.


Little Miss Blue-Ripped-Skirt pops by
our table and says, "Eh, sorry ah just now.
I was playing only wan... My friend ah, he...
yada, yada, yada... blah, blah, blah."


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*blink blink*


DO COLLEGE PEOPLE STILL
PLAY THESE GAMES?!


Goodness.

And come on, man. Dah lah do something so mem-paiseh-kan already, just act like you're malu-fied a bit, stop looking us in the eye and slowly slink away into the darkness la! We're all adults. We'll even close one eye and let you crawl away without pointing at you and laughing our heads off although I'm sure we'd wholeheartedly want to.

*evil grin*

Okay, sorry. I'll be nice.

*frowns*

Being stuck in the same room as Immature – within a 2 meter radius actually – is so not good for folk my age. (Cheh. Talk like I so old liddat di. Choi!) Very bad for health, both mental and physical. I'm dead serious. In slightly over an hour, this 19-year-old missy successfully negated my feel good McFlurry and fries. All that money, all that food, all gone to waste.

Bleh.

It's people like her who make people like me feel uber old.

Sigh.

Well, at least I'm a lot younger than a lot of buildings.