Pastry.

Today, the earliest dawn of day, (well only 7:30am), M woke up with the absurd coldness in his room and outside. His alarm was on snooze mode; every 5 minutes it rang for a duration of 30minutes. So by saying this, M got up at 8am (of course we are all lazy people).

University lectures was in fact, boring. He tried to keep his nimble eyes open and perky ears to listen, but no avail. Close to sleep. But in return he finished his electronics project; a solar USB charger. That works...not exactly well.

All was well through the day. He later found his friend, Hiro, who was recovering from a severe hangover last friday. Hiro here felt miserable, but took into the liking of the Black Smirnorf (which M drank half a cup) and decided to take matters into his own hands.

Hiro accompanied M home, and on the way, the smell of pastries linger...

A common smell in Malaysia, where cheap RM1 - RM2 or $0.50~ AUD pastries that taste so amazing, that it seems like they put drugs in it.

The smell was so good, that both men took 30 minutes of their lives searching for the elusive pastry...looking silly in the process.

Begin.

We begin the story of the poster, who's life was of ups and downs.

Expressing his emotion and life was always a thing he wanted to do, but unable to do so. Unfavourable situations and uncoherent times.

We will refer to this poster as, "M".



Today M woke up, blurred expressions and blank minds. He stood, walked over to the Gibson Les Paul standing on its guitar stand. Strums. He turned to the laptop on his left. Opened it, then went on Facebook.


M swallowed his breath, as he looked through his MSN to see if that person was online. Nope. No avail. He lets out a huge sigh. The jackhammers in the heart start their work; M was always worried, but just felt at loss in saying something.


Relieving himself from the burden, he played Battlefield Bad Company 2. A great game, never fails to attract his attention. His friend came over at 1:30pm. M's uneasyness left him when he met his friend, due to upcoming Japan Trip he had plan with this friend.


His friend left thereafter; has a study meeting going on. M again sits there at his room. Hesitatingly thinking of what to do next. He wondered about that incident; he felt broken and unused, but tried very hard to keep a chin up...and to this day he tries to keep a straight expression, but it kicks the heart at the worse possible moments; sadness engulfed his darkened heart, and refused let out words.


With that, UVERworld calmed his heart. Their songs are amazing, the band is amazing, the sound they envelope calms his heart...