Ducks Ducks Sitting Ducks

Ducks! Ducks! Ducks!

Ha ha... Greetings. I'm not sure if everyone knows, but I am an agricultural student and I don't think I would've made any other choice. I am a proud agricultural science student. I've been thinking of writing this post for a long time already and now finally I have the chance to do so. So recently in my current semester ( the feeling of being all grown up is so funny), I took a subject call ' Principles of Weed Science' where we learn about weed morphology, ecology, control and so what-not. 

During one of this class, we(my class) discussed on the weed control methods specifically biological control. So the basic idea is, biological control of weed is that the biological part(living organism or part of it) would naturally or by its own would do the weed control without any meddling of human after introduction. That's the basic idea. Then, the lecturer broke the story of the agency in my country, Malaysia, trying to introduce ducks as a weed control method to the field so that they would eat the weeds and its seed. This trial, was a fail. Yes. It failed. 

Why? Why indeed. Apparently in Thailand, they've been doing it and it worked wonders. So, why didn't it work in Malaysia?

It turns out that the duck in Malaysia does not pass the characteristics for it. The ducks in Thailand would go to the field by its own. Ducks here, on the other hand, seems to be a bit exclusive. They require escorts to guide them to the field. By doing such thing, it adds the cost and time, thus the failure.

Can you believe it? What a laugh.

Looking at the state of this country, I can't help but relate them with some of the population in this country. The society is sick. I'm becoming sick. You can trace it, and a huge trace of it, you can trail it right up to the top. It's sad. We're becoming a joke. A joke worth of a short laugh and claps only to be ridiculed of.

Now, we're close to those duck aren't we? I'm won't say that I am not. I'm not doing much am I? Will I? Well, I wrote about it. I wonder who's reading. But for now, I think we're close to our ducks. A sitting duck. So close to destruction. So vulnerable. Maybe ducks won't do much, but if I can't be a duck that cleans the whole field until it is free of all weed and it's seed, at least I don't want to be the agent to spread the seeds that propagate the seeds. Am I though? Or am I really like those ducks? Hmmmmm.... 


  


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Get used to? Really?

Long long long time since the last post. Phew... About a year gap, vaguely said. So, it's Chinese New Year. One of my favorite times. Reason? Oranges. Well, not exactly orange but it's in the citrus family that's for sure. Anyhow, Happy Chinese New Year~

Moving on. Yesterday, I started and finished watching an anime. Though it was released 2 years before, I was finally convinced to watch it. Good story by the way. Loved it. Haven't bawled my eyes that much since... I'm not sure. Usually these slow developing life stories do get to me. Spoilers alert to anybody to knows what it is and haven't seen it yet, the girl dies. Tragic eh?

So in one of the episodes, they chose a piece to play a duet. Rachmaninoff's Love's Sorrow. The MC recalls the moment when he was little, he asked his mother why she always play Love's Sorrow when there is also Love's Joy. The mother then answered 'so that we can get used to sorrow'. Thus, the thought wonders!


Get used to sorrow? Is it possible? 
What?


As I mentioned before, the girl dies. A tragedy, which sorrow tags along. Someone dies, someone gets sad so they cry. Another tragedy happens, another cry. If this occurrence happen repeatedly, as if in a cycle. Would it be possible for me (or anyone, really) to get used to it? A loss followed with a cry. Visible, invisible, denied, hidden whatever shape or form. I can say I have a delicate heart (embarrassingly said, don't question my words), is that why I can't comprehend the idea of having sorrow as a regular thing? Now that I've written it down, my head's trying to twist the words and convince me otherwise. Oh well. Another random thought on another random day. Good day now. Have a pleasant day. 




Safwah here. Ciao.

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Bianco

The second semester is almost over. The calm before the storm? I believe I am in the storm, awaiting for the calm to engulf me. I don't think the stress from the exam is drowning me. No. It's just an uncomfortable feeling. Unknowingly, the song suffocated just popped up in my mind, as right this. I want to believe that it's just a feeling that everyone has during this period of their teens. 18.

The year has just started. What's with all the cloudy thought?

Recently, I realized my love for the rain. The sound. The smell. The colour. Even knowing that it'll drench me, I can't help but feel like I want to run and lay on the ground, feeling the droplets. It's just so beautiful. Well, another reason of my love is umbrellas.


I love umbrellas. 

Yup. Every time it rains, I feel like taking my umbrella and take a walk. With no certain reason or path. Just freely walk, my umbrella in my hand, looking at the puddles forming as the water hit the ground. I find it unbearably romantic. Even without anyone in mind, or an company. Just alone, walking in the rain with my umbrella, I feel like squealing. Jumping. It gives me that emotion.

This a bit random. I won't put any other word to it. It is random.

I guess I was just trying to put something off my chest. I don't know what. I just felt like writing. A story. A complete story.

Maybe I will. Maybe.
Just to let off some steam. Get loose. Hah...

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