Texts.

I like to send one million texts till it wakes you up.

Dooze.

I need my whining outlet. No, not you blog.

I hate feeling this pressured up.

Aergh.

Oh, everytime/each and EVERYTIME Herobear meets someone new or bump into uni/school mates:

New person: So, where do you work?
Herobear: Kajang!
New person: Oh! What do you do?
Herobear: I sell satays.

*grits teeth*

He keeps a straight face whilst telling that. Then he quietly asks me "if I really did sell satay for a living, will you still go out with me?"

My answer?

THERE IS NO IF!

Note: If you don't already know, Obaibee works for me.
As The Clapper. No, seriously.