There comes a time when you just want to shop alone and fork out money of your own because the company is so bad. I'd say I'm riiiight at that point now. Absolutely no string of sentences. Heck, not even a sentence! Mere monosyllable words. An ego-powered man would take a century, perhaps even more, to gather up enough humility to admit the root of all unhappiness caused. For in his mind, he is perfect and nothing should be done to alter such an obvious fact. If any change were to be made, it'd be you, you and you, for I am perfect. A woman exposed too much in her family. Her rotten family which bad mouths everyone besides themselves. I doubt the existence of words such as hygiene and cleanliness in their lives, yet buzz with no end at the sight of a dirty street or, perhaps, an unkempt bed at another's house. Constantly elaborating on her sole point, one would think that is perhaps her sole reason for living. Expressed in loud volume and shrieks on how love would be absent when wrinkles reside and botox treatments are best friends. She may just score for her tests at times. Not all the time, no.
At Megamall's Zen before Transformers a loooong time ago.
On the way to Taman Tun in Piau's car. Spongebob was introduced as his safety precaution - an air bag.-_-'''
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