Baseball Kitchen

Several days ago, I went to a movie. It was Inception, another of Mr. Christopher Nolan's masterpiece. And words did not lie, all the complications and twists mean everything to me. It inspires me a lot. And 'affects' me through dreams. In fact, I always think hard when I dream nowadays.


Still, there's always a way to make everything simple.

Yesterday, I was digging through my book-boards, and found one unique thing covered in bright orange and a striking logo on it. Seeing the logo, you will obviously know that is was a kangaroo's.

Heh heh. 

When I first saw it, I thought it was a baseball glove. But realizing that none of us here plays the game, Mum told me that we use them to hold pans instead of bats. We use them with aprons, not body armors. 

Knowing that, I left it quickly.

Still then, like a curious kid, I put it on. It fits perfectly. Zing. But I used it to pick honeydew melons. Trust me, it does not make anything easier.

In the end, the honeydew melons printed silhouettes of theirselves on my bed.