I had a little bit of an adventure getting to work this morning due to my relative's minivan getting overheated. I was driving on the freeway and I saw the heat indicator slowly creep all the way up. When this happened earlier I used to think that the vehicle might explode but I was a little more confident that the engine would not blow up this time, and just the radiator may bust but engine will not just blow up in flames. So I start slowing down but the heat indication arrow kept going up. So I finally pull over from the freeway. And I continue driving the car with heat indication just near the max! Phew I was sweating a little and a little worried since I wanted to get to work. I finally made it to a side street. I was relived to drive into to it. I parked the car by a curb and immediately turned off the ignition so that it could start cooling quickly. I waited only for a minute or two and started driving again. I could not afford to be patient since I was already late. I then continued driving and maintained a low speed in the right lane.
It heated up again all the way to the max, but luckily I approached a traffic light. So I shut off the ignition again. Then I turned on it again just after the light turned green. Surprisingly I was still pretty calm, I did not really panic that much, even though I was a little stressed about getting to work in that car. And in this worried state I ended up driving in wrong direction since I was not familiar with that street.
Something amazing happened when I made a U turn to go back the right way. The heat indicator stayed at the halfway point on the heat meter. I was like this is sweet, I then went back on the freeway, and the engine heat indicator still did not go up! I got off the freeway and the heat indicator went up again! I was puzzled; this freaking car had a mind of its own. I decided to go behind a truck in the right lane so that my van could get a chance to cool down at low speeds and it worked. I am glad I made it to work even with all those heat problems with the car. Cars like this make people appreciate the peace of mind that reliable cars provide.
I am not content with the quality of this blog. However I tried to avoid indefinite statements. A better job could be done with respect to describing experiences and reaction to experiences. And regarding the organization, I incorporated a basic form of organization.
While writing the blog I felt like using the word at least on many occasions, but I did not. At least is a word I tend to use frequently. Also while writing this blog; I realized how indefinite I am in general even with my verbal communication with a lot of people including my parents. I need to work on being definite in all areas of my life. I need to go on mission definite. But in order to definite I have to be sure of things, so I need to work on that too.
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better, in regards to making definite statements. but your writing is still really bad.
ReplyDeletemake your sentences shorter and clearer. the simplest, clearest way to state something is always superior to longer and more complex. this occurs in all types of writing. the more easily a person can understand you, the better your writing is.
and always add your experience of the event, not the chronology. remember to make your experience relevant to the reader by letting them experience what you experienced. saying "i thought this, i did this" isn't very indicative of how you experienced things.
for example:
It was a day like many others before it. I sped casually down the busy highway. My mind pondered the usual on-the-way-to-work questions: what would I eat for lunch? How tedious and uneventful would this day be? Who would take an easy stab at my self-esteem with their cold words and insensitive remarks? (Okay, maybe not everyone asks themselves that question)
Then the unexpected occurred. The van I had borrowed, assuming that it would be a reliable substitute to my early 90's honda civic, began to overheat. As I watched the indicator rise closer and closer to the red line -- the line that indicates serious consequences are approaching -- my heart beat faster and faster. I imagined my engine exploding, my car erupting into flames, myself trapped within. Like a scene from Mad Max my car would roll down the dirty, post apocalyptic streets of LA. Uncaring passersby would speed on unflinching, desensitized to my suffering within the fiery inferno vehicle.
I pulled the vehicle off the highway and continued carefully down the city streets. Confused by the bad city planning and desperately avoiding the homeless people trying to wash my windows for money I took a wrong turn. I feared the thought of being even later than I already was. My manager's reprimands about my irresponsibleness and uselessness resounded in my head.
Before long a strange calm came over me, like a man resigned to his fate to hang at the gallows. I made a U-turn and pointed myself back in the right direction. To my surprise, the indicator stayed at the neutral mark. Could the dial have broken or was the car touched by the hand of god. I assumed the former.
Still cautious, I eased off my lead foot and applied a measured force in hopes my nemesis would remain asleep. A truck's steady pace kept my normally unrestrained primal urge to drive fast from getting the best of me.
I drove behind it, considering the adventures of this morning and how they reflected the lack of organization in my life. A more organized, well-maintained vehicle would have safely and timely got me to work. But in my disorganized state, I attract disorderly situations.
Today was a day like many others before it.
heram, romance novel
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