There's a difference

1. When to use "That's mean"

Situation: You're walking innocently, floating like a butterfly when I come over, slap you on the face, trip you, beat you up and spit on you.

That's when you say "Hey! THAT'S MEAN! Why'd you do that to me when I did nothing to offend you?"

2. When you can use "That means"

situation: Someone asks you the meaning of a word and you're trying to explain it.

You say "Oh, that means .... bla bla bla"

In this situation, you ABSOLUTELY SHOULD NOT USE No.1: That's mean.
eg: a: What does the word 'mean' mean?
you: Oh, that's mean evil.

The example I just gave is WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG.

the literal translation when you use the example I just gave is: "Oh, itu jahat jahat"

when you want to say "Oh, itu maksudnya jahat"

So instead of saying that, you should be saying "Oh that means evil"

please take note.

kthxbye.

Opportunities

It's true what they say. When one door closes, another opens.
To others, it may not be much but to me,it's a chance of a lifetime.
I'm happy, nervous, excited, smiling from ear to ear, and hoping I don't blow it.

:)

I recently watched

1. The Time Traveler's Wife




2. The Women



3. Why Did I Get Married?




4. P/S: I Love You (yes, orang lain dah lama tengok, saya baru terhegeh2, tu pun sebab it happened to be on Astro)



They're all about relationships, all about sacrifices and they were provoking enough to induce a pile of jumbled up thoughts in my head. I SO want to write about those thoughts, but since the previous post still applies, I need time to recollect them and arrange them into neat little sentences so you (yes, all two of you ;p) don't start thinking that I'm a raving lunatic. Until then..

p/s: images taken from here, here, here and here

Allow Me This.

It feels like someone decided to fasten a big huge padlock on my brain cells that blocks any ideas from morphing into words. Writing the previous sentence alone took me half an hour and I’m still not happy. It’s like the ideas are there but the awords are stubbornly clinging for dear life in that mysterious part of my brain which isn’t activated. That’s what writer’s block feels like. And I missed my deadline. And I have no idea what’s gonna happen to me. And my abdomen still hurts. And I still can’t perform the simplest daily routine without feeling that pinch and finally collapsing into bed in exhaustion. And this is frustrating. And I am depressed. And I love all of you who are doing whatever you can to make me feel as comfortable and as happy as I can be. But I am wallowing in selfish self-pity. Allow me that, for having to stay at home and in bed for the better part of Syawal and even now, almost two weeks later. Trust me, it’s not as glorious as it seems. It’s suffocating. And demotivating. And uninspiring. And it causes writer’s block. And if you, the one who is waiting for this block to disappear, are reading this, I’m sorry.