The sameness, the grey, dull sameness that makes everything run together, like a universe running down, the parts all merging into one vast, melted mass, without distinction, without diversity, in a word, bland.
Every color of the rainbow could be seen in Jordan’s attire. Ruby, however, was as colorless as a clear glass of water. Oddly enough, their personalities were rather reversed. Jordan was a homebody, with little interest in the world around her, while Ruby was intrigued by every culture, every people and every place imaginable.
The bread was extremely bland. It had no flavor whatsoever, that was Maria’s humble opinion. She hated white bread, she only would eat whole wheat bread. Give her some white bread and she would simply spit it out and throw it at you. Her parents found this extremely amusing for some reason. They told people that met to feed her white bread, just to watch them get bread thrown at them.
“Ewwww,” 4 year old Maria said after having a taste of white bread. Maria had grown up on whole wheat and rye bread. White bread was just too bland for her taste. Maria quickly pulled a loaf of whole wheat bread out of her handy dandy bread backpack, and began munching on it happily.
I have a friend who is very bland. With his stripped slong sleave shirts he wears daily. and his bland taste in movies and music. But the thing is… he’s not really all that bland. hes just a complete nerd. My little Ponies. Pokemon. Lord of the rings. Star trek. That’s his thing. and he’s so boring… but its exactly those bland and boring things that make me laugh and smile everyday.
He added the hottest spices he could find and took a bite. He chewed slowly as though the longer he savored his meal the more flavor it would have. But it still tasted bland. Everything was bland, but trying to spice up his food was easier than trying to spice up his life.
I am never bland, but my outrageousness can get me in some hot bother and cost me complications…so is it better to be bland or is better to be yourself?
Es blendete aus allen Richtungen. Von oben die Sonne, von unten der Schnee, von den Seiten das Wasser, das über die Felsen rann. Cordula kniff die Augen zu.
Bland is a taste-less food that has no flavor… you can describe a person as being bland… thats a person that needs to be fun and not be bland or in other words boring… food is gross when it is bland and not a party in your mouth:)
It was easy to blame his brother for this situation he was in.
But deep down inside he knew it was his very own fault. Being bored was one of the worst feeling he knew and he found it kind of funny that such a trivial thing could stress him so much. It was ridiculous.
The food was prepared without any seasoning. The chef did not have any taste buds so everything tasted good to him. The restaurant customers complained every night that the food was bland and tasteless. The staff could not do anything to resolve the problem except for bring them more and more salt and pepper.
bland means that all the flavor is gone so it dosen’t have much taste to it. so if you are eating something and it dosen’t have a very strong flavor then it is bland.
Religion is bland. It’s something that holds us down, keeps us from touching the sky. Jesus came to break that barrier so that we could have a relationship with Him, instead of a religion about Him.
She was once described as being “bland”. This hurt her forever, and she was therefore incapable of being all she could be. All she could be, being exciting and vibrant, and she was meant, but this was all pushed down because of criticism.
I was bland. I looked in the mirror and saw a face of nothingness, and the more I looked, the more I didn’t look like me. Not how I pictured myself. How did this one nose, two small eyes, brown hair and pasty skin define who I was?
My life may seem exciting to some, but the day to day is just as bland as your life. I guess you have to be living this life to understand it ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. Not that I’m complaining, just saying.
Usually there is a burst of flavor, sometimes powerful, other times a very subtle tang. That’s what I was expecting. Something similar. Yet this time it was different. It was normal…dare I say, bland.
sometimes the days seem bland
sometimes you just need a hand
somedays time slips by like sand
and your life is flying by your very eyes
as you standby watching at the sideline
until to your surprise you find
that this is all in your mind
and its in your power to make this anything you want it to be
once youve set yourself free
The food was so bland, it was unbearable. I reached across the table towards the salt and pepper. My mothers arm caught mine half way to the shakers. I looked towards her with a questioning expression, all I got in return was a steely expression saying don’t even think about it.
My life is bland. Everyday I wake up, go to school, go to varsity, do work and sleep. Again and again and again. I’m just so tired. I want to go on an adventure. I guess that’s why sometimes I like to loose myself in fairytales, imagining myself in places I’ll never be and on adventures I’ll never know.
I don’t even know what bland is. Someone, please tell me about that. If only I knew that, I would’ve been able to write about that. But, I don’t know about bland at all. I only know blend and brand. What should I do now? I feel so stupid right now. P
It was a soup. A plain, uniform, smooth bowl of green-brown liquid, a few wisps of vapor launching their tiny tendrils in the evening air.
The sameness, the grey, dull sameness that makes everything run together, like a universe running down, the parts all merging into one vast, melted mass, without distinction, without diversity, in a word, bland.
Every color of the rainbow could be seen in Jordan’s attire. Ruby, however, was as colorless as a clear glass of water. Oddly enough, their personalities were rather reversed. Jordan was a homebody, with little interest in the world around her, while Ruby was intrigued by every culture, every people and every place imaginable.
The bread was extremely bland. It had no flavor whatsoever, that was Maria’s humble opinion. She hated white bread, she only would eat whole wheat bread. Give her some white bread and she would simply spit it out and throw it at you. Her parents found this extremely amusing for some reason. They told people that met to feed her white bread, just to watch them get bread thrown at them.
“Ewwww,” 4 year old Maria said after having a taste of white bread. Maria had grown up on whole wheat and rye bread. White bread was just too bland for her taste. Maria quickly pulled a loaf of whole wheat bread out of her handy dandy bread backpack, and began munching on it happily.
lack of taste
earthy tones
mediocre
I have a friend who is very bland. With his stripped slong sleave shirts he wears daily. and his bland taste in movies and music. But the thing is… he’s not really all that bland. hes just a complete nerd. My little Ponies. Pokemon. Lord of the rings. Star trek. That’s his thing. and he’s so boring… but its exactly those bland and boring things that make me laugh and smile everyday.
He added the hottest spices he could find and took a bite. He chewed slowly as though the longer he savored his meal the more flavor it would have. But it still tasted bland. Everything was bland, but trying to spice up his food was easier than trying to spice up his life.
when you eat something at a restaurant and it taste bad you could call it BLAND.
I am never bland, but my outrageousness can get me in some hot bother and cost me complications…so is it better to be bland or is better to be yourself?
Es blendete aus allen Richtungen. Von oben die Sonne, von unten der Schnee, von den Seiten das Wasser, das über die Felsen rann. Cordula kniff die Augen zu.
Angela felt she was bland. Brown hair, brown eyes, normal height, she felt like nothing compared to the other women at Nameless.
Bland is a taste-less food that has no flavor… you can describe a person as being bland… thats a person that needs to be fun and not be bland or in other words boring… food is gross when it is bland and not a party in your mouth:)
It was easy to blame his brother for this situation he was in.
But deep down inside he knew it was his very own fault. Being bored was one of the worst feeling he knew and he found it kind of funny that such a trivial thing could stress him so much. It was ridiculous.
i think bland means that stuff is plain. Sometimes i like stuff that is bland but i put some kind of flavor in it to make it have more flavor.
The food was prepared without any seasoning. The chef did not have any taste buds so everything tasted good to him. The restaurant customers complained every night that the food was bland and tasteless. The staff could not do anything to resolve the problem except for bring them more and more salt and pepper.
it is where something does not have alot of tast.
oatmeal is bland but candy is not.
Bland is like a rock to my mouth it’s nasty food that is bland is not tastey
bland is a funny word to say but i hate things that have no tast.
bland means that all the flavor is gone so it dosen’t have much taste to it. so if you are eating something and it dosen’t have a very strong flavor then it is bland.
a wered tast iaking in flaver.
my breakfast this morning was very bland. it didn’t have any flavor.
my breakfast was very bland this morning. oatmeal is very bland. bland is in some food that we eat. bland isnt really a flavor.
I think bland means something that is plain or a lack of flavor. i sometimes like stuff that is bland but i add stuff to make it more flavorful.
bland reminds me of my grandmas cooking
but it doesnt remind me of my dads cooking
bland sounds un appetizing
Bland means tasteless. I hate tasteless food. tasteless food is gross.
bland it’s a lack of flavor it’s like a rock to my mouth NASTY!!!!
bland is a mysterious name.Bland is a flavor-less food.
i dont know what bland means ? i guess bland is some kind of
Religion is bland. It’s something that holds us down, keeps us from touching the sky. Jesus came to break that barrier so that we could have a relationship with Him, instead of a religion about Him.
She was once described as being “bland”. This hurt her forever, and she was therefore incapable of being all she could be. All she could be, being exciting and vibrant, and she was meant, but this was all pushed down because of criticism.
I was bland. I looked in the mirror and saw a face of nothingness, and the more I looked, the more I didn’t look like me. Not how I pictured myself. How did this one nose, two small eyes, brown hair and pasty skin define who I was?
bland is really boring, it’s beige. it’s what dry bread tastes like. it’s the colour of a dreary day. it’s nothing interesting.
My life may seem exciting to some, but the day to day is just as bland as your life. I guess you have to be living this life to understand it ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. Not that I’m complaining, just saying.
Usually there is a burst of flavor, sometimes powerful, other times a very subtle tang. That’s what I was expecting. Something similar. Yet this time it was different. It was normal…dare I say, bland.
I think anything can be bland. taste, color, style, and even smell. Does that mean, Life can be bland too?
sometimes the days seem bland
sometimes you just need a hand
somedays time slips by like sand
and your life is flying by your very eyes
as you standby watching at the sideline
until to your surprise you find
that this is all in your mind
and its in your power to make this anything you want it to be
once youve set yourself free
The food was so bland, it was unbearable. I reached across the table towards the salt and pepper. My mothers arm caught mine half way to the shakers. I looked towards her with a questioning expression, all I got in return was a steely expression saying don’t even think about it.
My life is bland. Everyday I wake up, go to school, go to varsity, do work and sleep. Again and again and again. I’m just so tired. I want to go on an adventure. I guess that’s why sometimes I like to loose myself in fairytales, imagining myself in places I’ll never be and on adventures I’ll never know.
I don’t even know what bland is. Someone, please tell me about that. If only I knew that, I would’ve been able to write about that. But, I don’t know about bland at all. I only know blend and brand. What should I do now? I feel so stupid right now. P