Common Brazilian mistakes in English - Part 1

• Pushar- pull doors in english that say push instead of push them

• I pretend to go with you = I intend to go with you

• You are very sensible = You are very sensitive

• Wait me there = Wait for me there

• Let me explain you = Let me explain it to you

• I lost the bus = I missed the bus

• Confusion between he/she and his/her/your = ele/ela e dele/dela/seu/sua

• Reclamations??? = Complaints

• Let’s go to the shopping……= Shopping is not a place. It’s a verb or activity. So, let’s go shopping or let’s go the shopping centre or let’s go to the shopping mall. Shopping mall or shopping centre are places and are ok but not just shopping for a place.

• Beach (Biiiiiiiich)/Bitch (Behtch) = Praia/Puta

• He has twenty five = He is twenty five years old or He is twenty five.

• I changed my idea = I changed my mind

• Thanks to help me = Thanks for helping me

• Did you have a funny night? = Did you have a fun night?

• What do you doing? = What are you doing?

• I thing = I think

• Remember me to call her = Remind me to call her

• Today morning = This morning

• Today night = Tonight

• I am anxious about my holidays = I am excited about my holidays

• Messi is the better player in the world = Messi is the best player in the world

• Felipe Melo is the worse player in the world = Felipe Melo is the worst player in the world

• Barcelona FC is a great time = Barcelona FC is a great team (what time is it? = que horas são?)

Brazilian-Irish Relationships

I just got all of this story and information second-hand so I don't know how accurate it is,
but it's an interesting story nonetheless. Besides, it is from a reliable source who never let me down
in the past.

I'm very curious about any type of relationship between Brazilian and Irish people. Can they find a common
ground? Can they look past their differences and establish a strong bond and union?

My source told me this was the case in this particular story. An Irish girl met a Brazilian guy and they fell in love....naturally.
Fast-forward the story and she went to live with him and his family for 6 months. To get there, she would have to fly to Madrid first and then change over and fly to Sao Paulo. Then came the really good part. A bus journey which lasted about 48 hours as he lived in some remote part of Amazonia.

Things went well anyway and there were funny and happy moments. She was as white as snow and bright red hair and would be in the photographs with the dark and tanned Amazonians. Guess who was the odd one out?

The Brazilian guy was a computer programmer, highly educated and skilled but could not find work in this damn recession. But, they got married in her home town of Athlone which is in the middle of Ireland (the heart of Ireland). Unfortunately, his family was unable to attend the wedding. His parents were elderly and couldn't really travel understandably and the cost was also a big factor for the rest of his family not travelling.

Nowadays, they live happily ever after together here in Ireland. She works in the science industry and he is now the manager of a Centra store. They still continue to be very much in love and happy.......


So maybe.....just maybe....this kind of union can work once in a while

I Felt

I felt the sun on my face.
I felt the fire in her eyes.
I felt the gentlest, softest touch.
I felt the beaming, radiant smile.
I felt the calm of the day with her.
I felt the warmest of breaths and the most intimate of whispers.
I felt the joy, the spirit of happiness and playful games.
I felt the world spin around and that I was on the earth.
I felt the wind pass through my soul, the rain refresh my face and the snowflakes melt on my skin.
I felt the excitement of a new day after waking up next to her.
I felt the still of the night and what dreams may come.
I felt her long soft straight smooth hair envelop me.
I felt those raised eyebrows move up and those looks of suggestion, intrigue and anticipation.
I felt both the early days of animalistic, can't keep your hands off each other intense passion, and the later days of wanting to grow old together.
I felt what's in her heart and she felt what was in mine.
I felt a great irreplaceable, inconsolable loss without her and an assured strength and comfort with her.
I felt real dancing and the movement of life and love.
I felt warm inside.
I felt long wonderful days and unforgettable nights.
I felt honesty and truth.
I felt like a child again.
I felt untouchable.
I felt alive.
I felt power and energy.
I felt a connection like no other.
I felt like I won the lottery and I was the luckiest man in the world.
I felt deep down in places I never felt before.
I felt a true love.
I felt what it was like to really feel.
I felt......

Horrible Bosses

I find myself in a frustrating situation in work at the moment. It is a long story with many twists and turns that I will dry to condense into a short blog entry.

This will confuse the shit out of you but here goes:

I was on Shift C in Suite 3. I applied for a transfer to a different department (a new area) called Suite 2. There would be better hours and a better shift pattern and I would be involved at the start of a new process and so it would be a great move for my career development.

I had an interview and I was hired for it. But I had to go to Suite 1 for a while for training while Suite 2 was under construction.

I was sent to a psycho shift on Suite 1 called Shift A. The atmosphere was horrible. The people were unfriendly and assholes and miserable. The supervisor was an arrogant, obsessive, psychopathic prick. The only thing that was keeping me sane was the thought that it was only temporary and Suite 2 (the promised land) was only around the corner, with normal hours and nicer people.


I was then told I had to go to Shift C in Suite 1 as they had fewer people on their "team" (there is no team in my company, just backstabbing, attention-seeking no life pricks). I didn't want to go as it meant I would have to change shift pattern with little notice and change all my plans. I was told I was only going to be there for 1 month temporarily just to help them out and then I would be going to Suite 2. Well, it has been 2 months now and still no change except for today.

I was informed by my Shift C supervisor that I would be moving back to Shift A in Suite 1 for good. Someone from Shift A had applied to go to Suite 2 and the psychopath supervisor wants me to replace the guy leaving, starting this weekend. I was extremely disappointed and angry upon hearing this terrible news.

Promises, promises, promises. I am being treated very unfairly and being fed lies by different supervisors and managers across different shifts. I was thinking to go to HR (Human Resources) and tell them what's going on and that I am not happy.

What would you do if you were me? Any advice or thoughts are welcome. It's an annoying predicament to be in.

Cheers




Disclaimer: Any events, labels, or persons referred to above resembling anybody, groups or company, living or dead, past or present is purely coincidental and is intended to be fictitious. No offence is intended to be caused nor copyright or libel infringements.

A Time To Blog

I have finally boarded the blogging train. I am not one to be at the front of the trendy queue but I do eventually get there while it is still in fashion and not finished. My first forray into blogging was when I was asked by a Brazilian friend of mine what my thoughts were on the Brazilian people. She was kind enough to give me a guest slot on her blog and I enjoyed writing my little article there. It inspired me to make a blog of my own as I always enjoyed the blogs of other people. I was also pleasantly surprised by all the positive feedback I received just by documenting a short segment of my life in a true, emotional and uncensored manner.

I am following in the footsteps of some famous blogs that have gone before me. There have been some light-hearted fictitious ones such as Carrie Bradshaw in Sex and the City and Barney Stinson in How I Met Your Mother and also some famous hard-hitting ones such as Belle de Jour (about the life of a UK prostitute).

I doubt my blog will be as spectacular or as sensational as well known authors, celebrities and travel journalists but I will provide an insight into what I perceive and into what I experience, as and when I feel the need to write about it. From the mundane and routine, to the profound and exciting, it is also a way to vent and express oneself.

You are welcome to drop by and glance any time.

Dave

It's a Dog's Life

Q: What is the meaning and origin of it’s a dog’s life? The past generations always seem to suggest the need to accept the fact that things are hard; but in the youth of today, the idea is that dogs have it easy, and so it’s a dog’s life equates to ‘how cushy and cozy’!

A: It certainly seems that the phrase has become more ambiguous than it once was, though I’ve not come across many examples myself of its use as a description of a pampered existence. Most of our expressions that include dog are old enough to be based in times when dogs were not treated better than children, but were kept as watchdogs or hunting animals, not as pets. They often weren’t allowed in the house, but were kept in kennels, fed scraps, worked hard, and often died young. So going to the dogs, dog-tired, to die like a dog, dog’s dinner, dogsbody, dog eat dog, as sick as a dog,  and a dog’s life all refer to a state of affairs best avoided. Specifically, a dog’s life is first recorded in the sixteenth century and seems to have remained in the language with the sense of “a life of misery, or of miserable subserviency” ever since.


But take note.....

"EVERY DOG HAS ITS DAY" - Everyone gets a chance eventually


(something that you say which means that everyone is successful during some period in their life)