Ryan nyota - Start a moto

I bet I know what some of wewe are thinking, "OMG! How can someone hate their family? That's horrible, what a brat au what a b***h!"

Well, here's why :)

My mother is extremely controlling and b****es all the damn time and criticizes every little thing I do five times a freaking day! For example, I leave the door open for two dakika when I'm only getting something and going out again, and she hollers at me about how I'm wasting heat and how she's going to take my ipod au laptop for a week if I left it open again. au when I do all of the chores she expects me to do and I do them how she'd see...

Play with your food; to add effect, act like it's a special performance for the people at the inayofuata table.
Turn around every thirty-seven sekunde to the people at the inayofuata meza, jedwali and ask them if your kiti, kiti cha is too close, if you're talking too loud, etc.
Whenever wewe see someone getting up and leaving, bolt to their meza, jedwali and take the tip before the wait-person returns.
Eat REALLY loud; make disgusting noises; slurp EVERY time wewe take a sip of your drink.
Constantly re-adjust the positions of absolutely EVERYTHING at your table; seats, silverware, dishes, the meza, jedwali itself; and make sure to make...

He leaned against the wall, moyo thumping and out of breath. He’d managed it, what everyone told him was impossible. He’d escaped them for what must have been the millionth time. He had told the world about it, but of course, nobody believed him, as nobody ever escapes them.
    They had unimaginable power, with forces and numbers greater then anything wewe have ever seen. They wanted him dead. Not the ‘you aliiba my soda and I am going to kill you’ dead, they didn’t stand childish antics like that. No, they wanted him 6 feet under dead. But he escaped every time....