cake party was delayed prolly an hour for amma and larlana. we had rounds in the neighbourhood in search of the perfect spot with ice-cream cones on our hands followed by somewhat skater stalkers who then bought ciggies from lala which i personally find irritating thanks to the obit voice and the uncountable times of making us turn to see what the whole whackaloo crash was all about. well, we ended up on this "special-special" place where we unfortunately had to sit on the floor in a circle, perhaps more to a triangle. we had our cake and a fair share of desperate mosquitoe bites while blabbering about some two-face person we have been keeping to ourselves for a very, very long time. the talk wasn't satisfactory because somehow we were being like [insert name] too. oh well, it beats whatever it takes. maropes! the night out was fun till i wished it was everlasting despite having to have a creepy journey home to what not accompanied with milk and an almost dead phone. but i'll consider that as a glorious attempt. (i'll survive four and five for sure.)
inner layer, LOL