
here's a story about a duck who thinks that it is a cat. even animals have identity crisis. what about humans? do we really all know who we are? living the life of others or living the life of our own?
this story, with simple characters and the occasional meows by a duck, sounds dumb, especially when we heard it for a few times due to tv studio rehearsals. but the picture above drawn by one of my groupmate who is a damn funny person, is the visualisation of how a confused duck should look like. a Duckat.
and i'm officially slacking. engine is on a low. funny how when we have the time we dont use the time to do very productive things.
nevertheless, something fresh sometime new, exercise every alternate day and the sleep-before-1am motto shall be my new resolutions.
duckat quaeow.