Of the days of my life and dogs
Today, I officially have nothing to blog
about. I tried conjuring up something to write but I realise it isn’t possible
without rehashing any of my previous blog ideas. You could even see the lack of
enthusiasm in my previous posts with the non-existent labels and picture
caption as well as the dwindling numbers of pictures I bother to even find.
Right now, I have no idea what to do whilst writing this post like a dog
handling a camera.
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| I have no clue what i'm doing |
I find it a waste especially after giving my
blog a pretty satisfying make over. Don’t you like it?
So, I’ve begun a conquest (yet again) to
improve my writing. I’ve read that a good command in English helps in writing
especially if one is writing in English. I’ve also read that staying awake will
help reduce errors and typos. But more than that, I’ve read about metaphors.
A metaphor is a literary figure of speech that
uses an image, story or tangible thing to represent a less tangible
thing or some intangible quality or idea
It is said that metaphors are like the colours
of the rainbow. Sometimes we see a rainbow with 3 colours, sometimes more. But
nothing beats a rainbow with all seven colours. Likewise, infusing metaphors in
writing may complete the set to make it a colourful experience.
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| Rainbows of the literature world |
Thus, being a person willing to try new things
out, I’m going to go for an eight coloured rainbow. He is a metaphor-filled
essay based on pretty bad metaphors I’ve read before.
It
was just another day, one that is not quite yesterday but just before tomorrow.
The sun was shining like a brightly lit light bulb, only brighter. I was
sipping a cup of coffee in a coffee shop that was empty like a coffee shop that
wasn’t open and all of a sudden, it started to rain.
The
rain fell on the pavement hard like leaping maggots in a hot frying pan.
Thunder rumbled like the sound of thin metal sheets being shaken at the
backstage of a play. Lightning flashed like a thousand fans taking pictures of
a Kpop star.
Right
then, she entered the shop as fast as a fat kid in a buffet. She walked towards
me like a centipede with 98 legs missing, dripping wet like a post-bathed
golden retriever.
She
was tall but not quite, like a 5 foot 5 tree. Her face was a perfect oval like
a circle that is flattened at the sides. I’m sure we’ve never met before like
two hummingbirds who have also never met before. Her hair glistened with rain
like nose hairs after a sneeze.
Then
she spoke, with a voice like bells from a huge truck reversing. She was growing
on my like a colony of E. coli on a piece of meat at room temperature. Every
minute with her was like 60 seconds. She asked if I had an umbrella while
thoughts tumbled in my head like clothes in a revolving dryer.
I
fumbled with my words like playing dodge ball with a wet bar of soap while my
umbrella remained by my table like an inanimate object.
I
composed myself like a musician composing a song but not quite. I told her,
yes, she may take my umbrella but since she was already drenched, it would be
pointless like a white crayon. She decided to wait for the rain to stop while
we had a chat. We clicked like a computer mouse in a Starcraft II game.
She
spoke with the wisdom that could only come from experience like a person who
went blind from looking at the solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a
pinhole in it and now travels the country speaking at high schools about the
dangers of looking at the solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a
pinhole in it.
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| Just another day |
Then
the rain stopped, like a shower faucet after turning off the tap. She then
waved goodbye and she left like leaves before a leaf blower.
I’ve
lost her like a grape that rolled under the fridge and I don’t know if I’ll
ever see her again but I know even if I do, she will be like that grape that
has turned into a raisin and be as wrinkly as such.
Thus
ends the story of just an ordinary day like any other days of my life.
THE END
That said, with the recent SOPA and PIPA stuff
going on, it may escalate to the extent that I may get into trouble for
piracy-ing these overused metaphors. But here’s to hoping that doesn’t happen.
By the way, SOPA and PIPA stand for some words
that include piracy issues. Look them up yourselves for I have no idea what
they are on about and Wikipedia is down from midnight to midnight EST (05:00 UTC Wed to 05:00 UTC Thu).
Toodles.
:) i like reading ur blog la bryan. continue on writing :) hehe and excuse my english that is always so funny and full of mistakes/faulties :)
hope u are doing well. and be a writer for God :):) take care bro. prayed for ur research and will do more when i rmbr :) press on! :)