Life As A Duck

I have never wanted to be a duck. Even at my imaginative best when I was a kid, I never really wanted to be a duck. Though, I might’ve fantasised about being a dog. My own dog, that is. I always wanted to skip school and more so during the winters. Every morning when I used to wake up, I always got jealous of my dog because she always slept till late cuddled inside the warm blanket. I’m still jealous of my current dog. Layla spends 18 hours out of the 24 inside the bed. I want that life.

An Open Letter To Ted Mosby

Dear Daddy,

We’re writing to you today because we’ve had enough. We’ve been sitting on this couch for about 8 years now and we’ve got blisters on our butts. Our lower bodies are completely paralysed since we have not been able to get up from this place since you started to tell us the story of how you met our mother. Frankly, we don’t want to know anymore.

My First Time

I was never really a sharp kid and I always had average looks. I never socialised too much with people neither did I have an attractive personality that people would come talk to me. My confidence was usually on the lower side and I never really had the motivation to take big steps in life.

I know I’m pretty old now, 27 years and 5 months or so. But it’s never too late to start over, right? I’m sure there have been people experiencing their first time who’re even older than me. I never judged them. I was actually never in a position to judge anyone since I hadn’t myself done anything worthwhile in life. I had imagined myself doing it a lot, heard from my friends’ experiences, my parents’ experience, them showing me evidence and what not. It left a deep wound and permanent scars in my mind. Those images are still etched vividly inside my head and I can’t seem to let those memories go.