Breakfast

Yo.

1. I've been seeing the new kids at uni, kids (kids? Am I that old to be calling them that?)carrying files and cameras, walking in large groups, meandering from building to building. Whenever I see them I have this huge urge to burst out laughing, I can't quite prevent a smile from spreading across my face, but I have no idea what's so funny.

2. What has been on the playlist? Melancholia, that's what. Are you, by any chance suffering from unrequited love? A little Kate Nash will help the wallowing.


3. I still resort to having conversations with imaginary people, to an extent that I'm starting to really wonder if it's merely therapeutic or whether it's a sign of early onset schizophrenia. To be fair, I tend to have the conversations with imagined versions of real people, people I know or wish I knew.

4. I've been going through one of those phases where I contemplate the idea of a partner, a kindred spirit. I'm not happy about this, I think I could save a lot of time and grief by not doing so, but it's kind of hard to control what the mind gravitates to when it's idle.

5. One product of being here over the summer has been an introduction to cricket. Coming from someone who had nothing in the data bank about the game except for preconceived notions that it was boring(I'm pretty sure it was dad who recently reiterated the saying that watching cricket is like watching grass grow), I was lucky enough such that my premier exposure to the sport was via watching a proper match at the MCG. It was a match between the Victorian and Queensland teams, and I had my very own cricket guide (in the form of Loges, who'd played the game back in school) to explain each play.

So it's all still pretty new, but I must say, I am baited. I am intrigued. If I were a guy and cricket was a hot chick that flirted with me, I'm asking for her number. In fact, maybe we've progressed and have had a couple dates already. I'm sincerely hoping this infatuation will not burn out.

6. I haven't had goreng pisang for a long time, nor the ludicrously awesome combination of nasi lemak and sambal paru.

Adoi. Nasi lemak and sambal paru.