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.

To Be Fair

Why I'M Blur..

I was on my netbook in bed, chatting to my husband on gtalk when my mom called, asking me if we wanted anything from McD for dinner. He's working late today so I told her I'd ask him and get back to her.

So I called him up.

Me: Sayang, mama tanya if you want anything from McD

Him: Takpela sayang, if I'm hungry by the time I'm done then I'll just drop by somewhere on the way and get something for myself.

Me: Oh, okay. I'll let her know then

Him: You're not in front of the computer ke?

Me (unthinkingly): Eh? You said something and I haven't replied eh? I am, but I was reading something. K la..

Him: Ermm..okayy..

And after I hung up, I realised what he meant: I should've just typed on gtalk la kan buat apa nak call2 suma?

*palmface*

Ok, love, we're even now.. Happy? :)

Why My Husband is Blur

Him: What are you doing?

Me: Watching 'Jane Austen Book Club'

Him: Jane Austen? Sounds familiar...
Romance novels?

Me: Her books are classic sayang. OMG

Him: Hmm? Oh yeah...

Me: I cannot believe you just categorised Jane Austen as a romance novelist!

Have you ever read a romance novel?
This is coming from a TESL grad with a minor in literature, ladies and gentlemen

:p

We Don't Need Good Samaritans, Just People With Common Sense

Tonight, I witnessed something that convinces me further of just how flawed human nature is. We were leaving uptown damansara after my mother picked up some food for the people at home when we saw an old(ish) man fall down at the side of the road. The spot where he fell infringes on the middle of the road where the cars usually drove past. Concerned, we slowed down, intending to stop and give a helping hand. He was accompanied by his wife and she had just managed to pull him up when he fell down for the second time.

At that point, we stopped by the other side of the road, quite hastily and my husband jumped out of the car to help him up (for those of you who don't know, I recently had an operation and I am unable to even walk very fast, let alone "jump"to anyone's rescue.

Just as my husband scrambled to get the car door open, the car behind us attempted to ZOOM past, despite the fact that a man had very obviously fallen for the second time and that he ran the risk of being hit and severely injured. In exasperation,my husband of course gestured for the bugger to WAIT LAH ASSHOLE (not quite so eloquently, but those are the choice words I would LOVE to spew into his face had I been able to), ran across, helped him up off the middle of the road and escort him and his wife to his car.

Before I talk about that idiot driver behind us, I just feel like sharing something.

I had already felt slightly sad at watching this man fall twice and seeing his wife struggle to pull him up. When they were about to walk towards the car, the man turned his body to where our car was in order to grab a hold of my husband's hand, and my heart almost broke. The look on his face somehow opened up memory gates. His expression looked EXACTLY the way my late-grandfather looked, after he started getting sick. He looked confused, embarassed, in pain, helpless, vulnerable. And I cannot even begin to describe the way I felt when I saw him.

Anyway, to that driver, shame on you. You don't even need to be a good samaritan. You just have to have common sense. Does that parking spot or whatever crap it was you were rushing towards that just couldn't frigging wait really worth someone else's life (and car door, but that isn't the issue here)? Are you just so completely stupid or are you just that cold-hearted? Ugh.

So after my husband brought him back to his car (kesian, the family had just arrived and were about to have dinner. Needless to say, they cancelled their plans and either went home or to a doctor) we found out that the uncle had had a stroke or something before which had rendered him weak and unable to speak. Before my husband left his side, the uncle looked at him and nodded a few times. My husband turned to his wife and she said "Dia nak cakap terima kasih"

I hope he turned out okay.