Journal

Metaphors

Nothing Says It Quite Like…

This weekend, I made some of the most terrible metaphors imaginable. For instance, I compared oily hair to wanton mee. I also described qipaos as bedsheets. But really, imagine this:

Person: Is this qipao pretty?
You: No.
Person: It’s just you.

Compare that to this:

Person: Is this qipao pretty?
You: It looks like bedsheets.
Person: Noooooooo~~~~~!!!

See, it’s just an entirely different effect. The hair example:

You: Hey, your hair is very oily. Better check it out. It’s not good for hair.
Person: Okay.

Versus:

You: Hey, your hair is very oily. Better check it out. It’s not good for hair.
Person: Okay.
You: It’s like wanton mee.
Person: Noooooooo~~~~~!!!

Sometimes, a mean metaphor is just the thing you need to kick someone into action. I’m still figuring out the proper metaphors to use for my friend who wants to quit smoking but doesn’t want to quit smoking, if you know what I mean.

Also This Weekend

I was at work on a biomaterials paper, and it’s still proving to be a little of a tough customer. Also, there have been a variety of half-inclinations and I really wanted to do something about either The River or Bukit Merah, but didn’t quite get to it. Some plans for Valentine’s. (Not working.) Some TV. Some football. And mostly nothing else.

Not enough school work done. Not enough personal work done. Not enough enjoyment. I suppose you can only pick one and stick with it or else your weekend goes to hell.

Almost Done

Almost finishing 2666. Probably in the next couple of days. So far, it’s been quite brilliant, and it certainly shows no signs of letting up now that I’m in the last part. Sometimes wry and clever, sometimes shocking and gruesome, sometimes a sermon in the darkness, and always quite magnificent.

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