swarms
- a large number of people or things (esp. in motion)Swarms of shoppers enjoy savings after Christmas.
or
segunda-feira, 26 de dezembro de 2011
WIMP OUT OF
wimp out (of (sth))
(CHICKEN OUT OUT SOMETHING)
to get out of something, leavingothers to carry the burden. : Come on! Don't wimp out nowthat there's all this work to be done.
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse
e.g.
You lost the bet and were supposed to paint your face with green paint for a week. After a couple of hours, you already wimped out of it.
or
I order 'sissy' pizzas, wimp out of football and found Movember an ordeal. How can I be more manly?
HOBBLE
HOBBLE
to walk lamely; limp; to proceed haltingly.
e.g.
Injuries hobble Leafs ahead of Caps clash
or
He slipped on the wet floor and now hobbles through the house.
sexta-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2011
RUB OFF ON
Thanks for sending me an email, anonymous;
RUB OFF ON means to become transferred or communicated to by example or association.
e.g.
Some of his good luck must have rubbed off on me.
terça-feira, 15 de novembro de 2011
PUT OUT A LAW
Put out a law - issue or publish
THEY SHOULD PUT OUT A LAW THAT ALL MEN SHOULD WEAR V-NECKS
THEY SHOULD PUT OUT A LAW THAT ALL MEN SHOULD WEAR V-NECKS
terça-feira, 1 de novembro de 2011
RUN OF THE MILL
Tom chose a hearse to take us sightseeing. That is not a run of the mill vehicle. We are heading to a ghost town, for crying out loud.
Run of the mill = average, mediocre, common-place.
e.g.
Texans' Foster is no run-of-the-mill star.
domingo, 16 de outubro de 2011
THE PATH - CHAPTER ONE
Chapter One
His friends crowded the place. He had invited everyone he still kept tabs with. This job promotion would get him a place among the best lawyers in the whole country. Including, among the top paid ones.
Steven was very well dressed, as always. His charmeuse baby-blue shirt was so smooth and shiny that the girls couldn’t walk past him without gawking at him. That was the whole point for buying a US$ 1,200.00 one-of-a-kind designer garment. Wearing custom-made expensive pants and a Platinum Rolex watch nearly made him a million dollar man.
He danced for a little while and before he started sweating, he made a stop at the bar and ordered a double BOZ-MOPOLITAN.
Noel slouched right next to him: ‘Nice crowd, buddy’
‘You bet. I want everybody to know how sucking up can take you places. Besides, I’ve worked my ass off to deserve my own office on the top floor.’ He worked hard, round the clock. He’s reaping his reward as a member of clerisy.
Noel laughed. He knew his friend loved to flaunt his accomplishments. More than that, he loved to see the impressed look on people’s faces; it was one indescribable pleasure.
‘Think you are going to hook one tonight?’
‘I might. There are interesting possibilities. See that redheaded? She’s had her eye on me all night. She’s my type, I’m alone tonight, fill in the blanks.’
‘Sounds to me as if someone is in love’
‘Yeah, right. Like love is really around’
‘What’s her face?’
‘That’s what I am about to find out.’
He walked confidently to her and began a conversation by mentioning his new Maserati Quattroporte. Of course she denied she knew he drove that kind of car, but she’d been following his moves since before he got there. She was aware of everything about him. Weeks ago, her friend Donna had tipped her off about the ‘catch’ who was throwing a costly party that night.
With long wavy reddish-brown hair, an angel face and a figure able of breaking even the pope’s neck, Stacey decided long ago that now it was time to find a well-off yuppie, settle down and, if things didn’t work out the way she had planned, rip him off when he files for divorce. Apparently, Steven had all she ever dreamed of. And more.
‘So, what’s your favorite wine?’
‘The one that pleasures me!’ she spoke with a softened southern accent that turned Steven on and smiled.
He hung out with her for some time, browsed around to see what else was on the ‘shelves’ and chatted with close friends. When he was drained of the conversation, he paid everybody’s bills – he was running a tab - and left with this incredibly gorgeous woman.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
In the morning, the telephone rang once. Through the satin curtains, Steven was able to see the dark blue sky and the sun, which was about to rise. He quickly picked up the receiver and said hello with a husky voice that evidenced his nightly exertion.
‘Was she the one?’ Noel asked sarcastically.
‘Yeah. She’s the ONE . . . night stand!’
His friends crowded the place. He had invited everyone he still kept tabs with. This job promotion would get him a place among the best lawyers in the whole country. Including, among the top paid ones.
Steven was very well dressed, as always. His charmeuse baby-blue shirt was so smooth and shiny that the girls couldn’t walk past him without gawking at him. That was the whole point for buying a US$ 1,200.00 one-of-a-kind designer garment. Wearing custom-made expensive pants and a Platinum Rolex watch nearly made him a million dollar man.
He danced for a little while and before he started sweating, he made a stop at the bar and ordered a double BOZ-MOPOLITAN.
Noel slouched right next to him: ‘Nice crowd, buddy’
‘You bet. I want everybody to know how sucking up can take you places. Besides, I’ve worked my ass off to deserve my own office on the top floor.’ He worked hard, round the clock. He’s reaping his reward as a member of clerisy.
Noel laughed. He knew his friend loved to flaunt his accomplishments. More than that, he loved to see the impressed look on people’s faces; it was one indescribable pleasure.
‘Think you are going to hook one tonight?’
‘I might. There are interesting possibilities. See that redheaded? She’s had her eye on me all night. She’s my type, I’m alone tonight, fill in the blanks.’
‘Sounds to me as if someone is in love’
‘Yeah, right. Like love is really around’
‘What’s her face?’
‘That’s what I am about to find out.’
He walked confidently to her and began a conversation by mentioning his new Maserati Quattroporte. Of course she denied she knew he drove that kind of car, but she’d been following his moves since before he got there. She was aware of everything about him. Weeks ago, her friend Donna had tipped her off about the ‘catch’ who was throwing a costly party that night.
With long wavy reddish-brown hair, an angel face and a figure able of breaking even the pope’s neck, Stacey decided long ago that now it was time to find a well-off yuppie, settle down and, if things didn’t work out the way she had planned, rip him off when he files for divorce. Apparently, Steven had all she ever dreamed of. And more.
‘So, what’s your favorite wine?’
‘The one that pleasures me!’ she spoke with a softened southern accent that turned Steven on and smiled.
He hung out with her for some time, browsed around to see what else was on the ‘shelves’ and chatted with close friends. When he was drained of the conversation, he paid everybody’s bills – he was running a tab - and left with this incredibly gorgeous woman.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
In the morning, the telephone rang once. Through the satin curtains, Steven was able to see the dark blue sky and the sun, which was about to rise. He quickly picked up the receiver and said hello with a husky voice that evidenced his nightly exertion.
‘Was she the one?’ Noel asked sarcastically.
‘Yeah. She’s the ONE . . . night stand!’
sábado, 1 de outubro de 2011
BUMPS UP
If a TV show bumps up against a movie, it means they are on at the same time. You have to Tivo one of them to watch later.
e.g.
Even more unfortunate is that night one, on Sunday, also bumps up against the sixth-season return of Dexter on Showtime.
quinta-feira, 29 de setembro de 2011
SELL ME ON THE IDEA
You don't have to sell me on the idea that I need a long time off from work.
or
I’ve seen a million billboards trying to sell me on the idea of god.
That means to talk someone into doing something; convince.
terça-feira, 27 de setembro de 2011
NAIVITÉ
NAIVITÉ
On an unusual summery evening, my 4-year old son decided he really needed to have sushi for dinner. He claimed hot food wouldn’t be welcome by his stomach. Getting hold of some friends and family, we all agreed our best bet to savor some authentic Japanese chow was at the Asian district, not too far from downtown. I suggested heading to an eatery on the main street of that borough which embraced some of the best ethnic restaurants. The downside was the place bordered the city’s red light district.
In hindsight, most people must have thought it would be amusing to have dinner at such place. You know how curious folks we can be.
At 7:45 p.m., we all were there.
As we walked past a bamboo screen, we were greeted in Japanese by the owner/cook/waiter/cashier and possibly, busboy. It sounded: irasshaimase. We had absolute no idea what it meant, but assumed he had said “good-evening, welcome”.
Having sat on the floor, we ordered. After minutes, that felt like seconds – the conversation was kosher – a colorful large dish was placed in front of us. Fishes, lobster, squid and shrimp handcrafted in appealing bite-sized pieces decorated the already dressed-up wooden plate.
After the meal and the many domestic beers, we kept on talking at the table.
Needless to say that the beer made us more cheerful, talkative and gregarious. So we were laughing and telling funny and embarrassing stories about our pasts and about people we knew, but were not there to deconstruct our fibs.
At one point, we noticed it was way past our bedtime. My son had fallen asleep on my lap at least 15 minutes earlier. Either he didn’t have the patience to listen to us or he was exhausted. I would vote for the latter.
I asked everyone else to leave before I did because I had to go down the stairs very slowly - sloth slowly; I was carrying a valuable package who wasn’t going to rise until dawn.
Everyone was gone.
Inching away from the mosquito screen, I took a glimpse of a young gorgeous girl who had just parallel parked her two-seater. Opening the back door of my hatchback, I made sure Erik was comfortable and rolled down both back windows an inch.
She was standing right next to the building I had had dinner at, looking lovely. Her taut long fashionably plump legs, her mini-skirt and heels caught my eyes. Her inebriating perfume and impeccable make-up could hardly be missed. I waved shyly. She smiled broadly and waved back. I thought to myself that was my lucky day. I said to myself that these things happened when you least expected. One day or another, everybody is bound to bump into an interesting attractive person, and today, I was striking it rich.
As I approached her, I was thinking that I had to be quick. After saying some sweet nothings, my strategy was to get her phone number and ask her out one or two days later.
“Are you going to have Sushi for dinner today?” I blurted out.
“No”, said she grinning.
Puzzled, I looked around in an attempt to outsmart her and come up with the name of the place she was going to. There was a Portuguese restaurant across the street.
Hastily, I said.” Portuguese food it is. Good choice”.
“I am not here for dinner”, she pronounced charmingly.
Not sure of what to say, I added nervously. “You can’t just stand here by your car”. Chuckling, I continued. “People are going to think you are …”
I stopped short. I had a poignant realization of why she was standing there.
segunda-feira, 26 de setembro de 2011
ASK YOUR TEACHER ANYTHING (OR ALMOST): A NIGHT ON THE TOWN
ASK YOUR TEACHER ANYTHING (OR ALMOST): A NIGHT ON THE TOWN: A NIGHT ON THE TOWN I remember my first day in America. Actually, my first night. It was a cold winter night. It had been snowing heavily ...
A NIGHT ON THE TOWN
A NIGHT ON THE TOWN
I remember my first day in America. Actually, my first night. It was a cold winter night. It had been snowing heavily for about a week. So I had been told. I went to a piano bar down in the Village. Some students I had bumped into at college had told that that was perfect place to meet people.
Well, I was eager to sail on uncharted territory and find myself a date. There were two problems, though. I didn´t know anyone at the bar, and everyone seemed to know one another.
So I swooped down from table to table trying to strike a conversation with anyone. Some bar goers didn´t even acknowledge the fact that I was standing directly in front of them, waiting for the right moment to jump into the conversation. Others just smirked, silently telling me to go away.
There I was, sipping my wine very slowly - as I didn’t have enough cash to buy a second glass - and trying to make eye contact with my victim. As time passed, I realized that my chances of hooking up with a partner of the opposite sex were very slim. Nervously, I began to guzzle my drink. I was about to give up when I saw a beauty sitting on a stool across from the bar counter. I thought to myself: “that´s my big chance”. However I was so anxious that I didn´t know what to say. I wasn’t thinking straight. I realized she had been smoking a lot and was a little tense. So I walked up to her and uttered those wonderful magic words:” I’ve been here for nearly 10 minutes and I couldn´t help but notice that´s your third cigarette!”
She puffed and slowly moved her eyes up to meet mine. She paused for a moment and sarcastically said:” Great! You know how to count!”
Apparently, I didn´t realize the gravity of the situation as well as the stupidity of my reckless remark. So I continued.
“It´s just that I never know what to say to a beautiful woman”.
She quickly replied:’ How about good-bye?
I remember my first day in America. Actually, my first night. It was a cold winter night. It had been snowing heavily for about a week. So I had been told. I went to a piano bar down in the Village. Some students I had bumped into at college had told that that was perfect place to meet people.
Well, I was eager to sail on uncharted territory and find myself a date. There were two problems, though. I didn´t know anyone at the bar, and everyone seemed to know one another.
So I swooped down from table to table trying to strike a conversation with anyone. Some bar goers didn´t even acknowledge the fact that I was standing directly in front of them, waiting for the right moment to jump into the conversation. Others just smirked, silently telling me to go away.
There I was, sipping my wine very slowly - as I didn’t have enough cash to buy a second glass - and trying to make eye contact with my victim. As time passed, I realized that my chances of hooking up with a partner of the opposite sex were very slim. Nervously, I began to guzzle my drink. I was about to give up when I saw a beauty sitting on a stool across from the bar counter. I thought to myself: “that´s my big chance”. However I was so anxious that I didn´t know what to say. I wasn’t thinking straight. I realized she had been smoking a lot and was a little tense. So I walked up to her and uttered those wonderful magic words:” I’ve been here for nearly 10 minutes and I couldn´t help but notice that´s your third cigarette!”
She puffed and slowly moved her eyes up to meet mine. She paused for a moment and sarcastically said:” Great! You know how to count!”
Apparently, I didn´t realize the gravity of the situation as well as the stupidity of my reckless remark. So I continued.
“It´s just that I never know what to say to a beautiful woman”.
She quickly replied:’ How about good-bye?
domingo, 25 de setembro de 2011
I AM NOT HAVING A TIZZY!
Hey Carine,
To have a tizzy means to be in a state of nervous excitement and agitation; To lose control over something. (ter um chilique)
e.g.
Mary had a tizzy when her boyfriend told her he had dented her new bimmer.
or
“I know folks all have a tizzy about it, but I like a little bourbon of an evening. It helps me sleep. I don't much care what they say about it.”
quarta-feira, 7 de setembro de 2011
PERFUNCTORY
Perfunctory is an adjetive that means lacking enthusiasm.
e.g.
Sam is not a big fan of hockey, so he plays in a perfucntory manner at school.
OR
Landing, we went through the somewhat perfunctory customs check and out to get our ride to the hilton.
segunda-feira, 22 de agosto de 2011
BREAK A HUNDRED? and BREAK IT TO YOU
BREAK A HUNDRED
means to able to give change for a US$ 100.00. Specially when you are trying to purchase a cheap item.
e.g.
No one wanted to break a hundred so I could have a cup of coffee.
or
.
BREAK IT TO YOU
is used when you want to prepare your listener for surprising or bad news.
e.g.
I hate to break it to you, but you will be transfered to Nepal.
or
I Hate to Break it to You, but Mary Jane is a Filthy Whore
MARCH 14, 2010
http://sprsncyth.wordpress.com/2010/03/14/i-hate-to-break-it-to-you-but-mary-jane-is-a-filthy-whore/
domingo, 27 de fevereiro de 2011
FEND OFF
FEND OFF (v.)
It means to keep somebody/something at a distance.
e.g.
Seal had a hard time fending off fans as he trotted out of his hotel.
or
26 Dec 2010 "... Further north, an Afghan village fended off a Taliban advance. ... "
It means to keep somebody/something at a distance.
e.g.
Seal had a hard time fending off fans as he trotted out of his hotel.
or
26 Dec 2010 "... Further north, an Afghan village fended off a Taliban advance. ... "
http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Asia-South-Central/2010/1226/How-one-Afghan-village-fended-off-a-Taliban-advance
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