Similes and Metaphors

Don't you find it exasperating that people compare Life to anything under the sun?!

"Life is like that last piece of fried chicken. No one wants to take it until it's too late."

"Life is like a colorful bento box filled with rice, veggies and meat."

"Life is like a tray of eggs. You get good ones, and you get bad ones."

"Life is like a roller coaster; it has its ups and downs."

"Life is what you call the fungus growing on my toenail."

"Life is like that oak tree on your backyard for no particular reason."

"Life is like that lamp post on the street. It lights up, flickers on, then dies."

"Life is like tapsilog. Busog ka. At pag busog ka, masaya ka. At pag masaya ka, masarap mabuhay."

"Life is like a game of soccer. You figure out why."

These Life quotes abound to the point of nausea; cliches can be mildly annoying at best, and distastefully loathsome at worst. It is beyond the edge of reason. Life can't be anything!!! Especially not piano keys, skyflakes, this stupid dial-up connection and everything else that can be labeled as 'Everything Else'.

Poo.

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Hanakngfatatas, wala nanamang pasok! I don't know why everyone should be gleeful about it. It's a sign of the times, like all other tragedies that recently happened: Ultra laid bare the rampant poverty, the landslide warned us of the gravity of our environmental situation, and now everything that's happening now is history threatening to repeat itself.

Hanakngfatatas lang talaga.

For the first time, napakwento si Ma tungkol sa Martial Law nung dalaga pa siya. She experienced Martial Law from highschool to post-graduation. GAAAAAH! 14 years of living a nightmare!!!! Hindi ako makakatagal ng ganon!!! Imagine ko lang, highschool ako, tapos college, tapos working, pero dictatorship parin.

Gives me the shivers.

It just hit me how much I should be thankful for the freedom of expression we all have. If it were not for Edsa, and the generation before us... well I'd hate to think we'd be celebrating Marcos' dictatorship anniversary instead of Edsa's.

Edsa truly is different. You feel it in the voice of the people who speak of it, in the words of the people who write about it. It gives me reason to mourn the now-lost unity we all experienced as a nation, when for one glorious moment, everybody just stood up as one against the evil that is, and was, Marcos.

Nakakapaghabag-damdamin.

You feel the hope. You share it. You treasure it.

We can look to Edsa for inspiration. But it is only through moving ourselves to act NOW that we can stand a chance against the impeding crash.