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.