If you are keen on movies, most probably you will remember that the title of this post is exactly the same as the title of a thriller from the early 90s. It tells a story about a guy, whose nickname is D-FENS. Michael Douglas' character begins to crack and starts to fight back against the everyday "injustices" he encounters on his journey home. When I refer injustices, I mean everyday situations that people do not bother until they crack. In this movie, D-Fens start to collapses at a normal day journey to work, stuck in a traffic jam, with temperatures over 35 degrees, in LA (fortunately I do not have to put up with traffic jams anymore coz I know what it means). During the movie, everyday situation such as buying a burger which do not looks like with the pictures of the advertisements, gang territorial wars (this reminds me the typical approach of gangs in Portugal - Comeh sócio, orienta aí 100 paus), people going through you without apologizing, etc. I really recommend you this movie.
My state of mind at this moment is exactly the same as D-Fens. Life in Poland is not as easy as people might thing. Situations capable of cracking a person happen every single day. I know that there are many cultural differences between western and eastern European countries, but please, there is a middle term. I think the breakeven point happened two weeks ago when my friends were beaten up by those who I nicknamed as White Apes (Poland can be considered as the last living natural resort of the White Ape race aka Polish Men). From that they on I started to crack easily during my daily tasks. As I told you before, not only could I write a book about english in polish version but I could have an encyclopedia about these strange situations...
You know what you have to do to have a VISA credit card in Poland with a plafond of 10.000 PLN? It is easy... according to the bank they block in our bank account 12.000 PLN and then we can start using it. LOGICAL??? DO THEY KNOW THE MEANING OF VISA?
Have you ever tried to go to a doctor in Poland? Well, if you do not even speak a little bit of polish... forget it. I truly recommend you that you trust on your pills at home that your mother gave you before leaving your family´s nest. Actually, I have never seen a country with such burocratical processes. Probably most of patients die on their way to the doctor because of the several check points where they must show that they have abonament card for the private medical care service and identification card (I do not even want to imagine what is going in the public service).
I am the kind of guy that always leave a tip at a restaurant, taxi or club. What I hate the most is being cheated or having a note written in english on the bill stating that the service is not included. More even, asking me to pay before I even got the food on the table just because the waiter is finishing the shift.
I could go on and on... The fact is I am cracking but I do not want to take the same path as D-Fens took in the movie...
It is because I am foreigner or it is just me?
terça-feira, 22 de janeiro de 2008
terça-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2008
What do you have by thinks?
WHATTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?????????? What does it means? Well, if you are not aware about Poland was the source of the Anglo-polish language. It is a mix between archaic english with a little bit of polish imagination. Let’s take for example the topic of this post. What do you have by thinks? Well it is not that difficult to understand it under the circumstances and reasons about this email... but still come one try it.... hum yes you are right... It means no more that what you have by thoughts or what do you have in mind? I was not that hard.
Let’s try another example. End wat wiw koncert? It sounds easy, doesn’t it? I have to say to you that if you had seen the person who wrote, would you expect that such creature could be that intelligent to make her own language understandable? According to my sources, this creature was better to make her understood with body language rather than expressing herself with such a basic language such as english (note: over a billion people speak English at least at a basic level). I think you had time already to figure out what this means... if not, prepare for the unexpected... And what about the Concert? Similar no?
I was surprised on the other day as well about a question that is often asked to the small community of portugueses in Poland. "Where do you live in portuguese?". I start to think to myself, is this person asking me how to say in portuguese where do you live or is this person really asking me where do I live in Portugal? The good part of this is that if you also reply with double meaning and the other side will understand as much as you. Actually, this might help people developing their imagination and thinking skills... There is a point after all.
Unfortunately, I lost my phone a month ago and I have to say I lost plenty of sms that I would like to post here and comment on them. Next time, I should not drink that much and control myself at the party... but it is becoming hard and hard by the minute...
And I am not trying to say that in Portugal we speak better english...
P.S.: I was asked the following question on the other day: "What kind of nationality do you have?"... guess the answer... "I am Portugal..."
Let’s try another example. End wat wiw koncert? It sounds easy, doesn’t it? I have to say to you that if you had seen the person who wrote, would you expect that such creature could be that intelligent to make her own language understandable? According to my sources, this creature was better to make her understood with body language rather than expressing herself with such a basic language such as english (note: over a billion people speak English at least at a basic level). I think you had time already to figure out what this means... if not, prepare for the unexpected... And what about the Concert? Similar no?
I was surprised on the other day as well about a question that is often asked to the small community of portugueses in Poland. "Where do you live in portuguese?". I start to think to myself, is this person asking me how to say in portuguese where do you live or is this person really asking me where do I live in Portugal? The good part of this is that if you also reply with double meaning and the other side will understand as much as you. Actually, this might help people developing their imagination and thinking skills... There is a point after all.
Unfortunately, I lost my phone a month ago and I have to say I lost plenty of sms that I would like to post here and comment on them. Next time, I should not drink that much and control myself at the party... but it is becoming hard and hard by the minute...
And I am not trying to say that in Portugal we speak better english...
P.S.: I was asked the following question on the other day: "What kind of nationality do you have?"... guess the answer... "I am Portugal..."
quarta-feira, 2 de janeiro de 2008
Reviewing 2007
2007 was a great year... but not yet comparable to 2005. I will try to summarize what was really marking for me during the last year. Sorry if I will forget to mention about something or someone but sometimes I am short of memory :P
Work: At the beginning of the year I was given an opportunity to lead a team in Budapest, which was responsible for the migration of the accounting processes to Krakow. I have spent five incredible months in Paris of the Eastern European Countries. Nevertheless, as I was fed up of working for a Shared Service Center, especially, when there are problems involving money, I wanted to pursue another goals. Even before I got back to Krakow, in the middle of the year, I started to prepare my path to the Capital. My friend invited me for a big challenge which I had no doubts that it was the task for me and the next step to take. Currently, I am responsible for finance area in a real estate company.
Carabineri: After 6 months without playing in a team where the players play with their eyes closed, I found the perfect ones here in Warsaw. Santos, Cara, John e Roy. Pitch: Cinnamon at Warsaw. Championship: Who........... more? (use for imagination but yet again I am JOKING). 5 guys to whom the world is not enough to conquer... I would also like to that this opportunity to show my respect to friends such as Alvaro, Moreira and Carlos, which I hope they will join us here in a near future... It is up to you guys and PARANOIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Sunrise Festival - Kolobrzeg: Still 7 months and 24 days for the next one... in the meanwhile, please take a look and check if you were losing something like... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ni_TvAAZGmI
Family: Unfortunately life it is not as we always want it to be but I had to leave my family behind so that I could look for a better life. Poland is giving me the better one for the moment. You might ask how is that possible since I come from a country full of sunshine and good food... Well my friends, life is not only about sun and food... there are some other eatable things that money cannot buy... (hummm well unless you have MASTERCARD :P). Every 2 or 3 months I do all what is possible to go and visit them but of course I would prefer that they would be closer but they understand my point of view.
Girls: I have to say that clearly this was not the best year. There are some events on this life that is hard to explain or they have no explanation at all. How is it possible a guy like me still to be single after 18 months of his last relationship. Well it is quite easy to figure out... but main reason the more time I spend alone the better I feel... Well I had this thought until some unfinished business ended finally and I met Magda at the New Years Eve. By the way, you are already my girlfriend but yet you do not know about it... :P But I have to say that after some funny events during my first months here in Warsaw, I was fully corrupted by this sin city... La noche me confunde...
Money: 13 euros bottle of champagne in Budapest, Finlandia, Finlandia, Moet, Moet and more moet... I am finance guy and I always make a bad investment do not you agree? Should not the entrepreneur make his investments with the milestones that in the future we will take some profitability? At least, that was what I have learned at the university (probably it would have been wiser if I went to more than two classes in a row and now I would not be doing such mistakes...) I hope my boss does not know about it... Fortunately, he knows and he is worst than me :P
Health: Always the problem with my liver... a never ending story... with the life I am having now I foreseen that is closer to end...
Basically, it was something like this, at least the parts I remember...
segunda-feira, 24 de dezembro de 2007
A night @ Portugal
I spent almost more than 6 months without having the pleasure of going out in Portugal. Taking the opportunity that I am here for X-mas to visit my family and friends, I was challenged to make a by night in Cascais with the rhythm of Warsaw... Actually, I had this thought since I started the bohemian life I am having currently in Poland.
The warm up I will not tell you what I did because it is quite embarrassing. Then, I went straight to Lisbon. It is impressive how many guys go out at night in Portugal. And the girls that go out as well, hummm, I do not even want to comment on that. Moreover, I think I am becoming more polish than ever, enrooting their thoughts and beliefs in my veins. I tell you this because I am becoming very racist and xenophobic. And Portugal is changing to a multiracial and multicultural country, losing all its identity and welcoming all shit from all the countries around. It sounds like US, the toilet of the world. To tell you the truth I feel unsafe here. At least in Poland, you have the white apes and you more less can expect what will go on, but here, expect the unexpected, and here people are like a band of chacals, where the number of members is what really matters and the courage not.
After all this, the best was to go back to Portugal and go straight to Cascais, to a place called Jezebel Club. In modern usage the name of Jezebel is used to as a synonym for a hussy or controlling whore. Well, at a first glance, the name of the club can be quite appealing, but it is not. Nevertheless, I have to say we had an entrance of kings. One of my friends knows the doorman, so we were not waiting outside more than 1 min, when the cue was numbering more than 100 people waiting to enter.
First thing that popped up into my mind, BOTTLE. I ordered a bottle of Vodka and the barmaid ask me in what name should the bottle stay with. Only in Portugal people buy a bottle just to get in clubs and the bottle sometimes stays there for 6 months undrinkable… what a waste!!! So I answered her back that the bottle will be drunk all night or the rest should stay for some pecker woods that are always waiting for somebody to pay them a drink. I bought a bottle of Vodka that according to the barmaid it was one of the best in the world and they best they had in the club. Well, it is her job to try and sell her products but I have to say that hangover is the best evaluator of the quality of the drinks. I have to say that I do not remember in the recent future to feel as bad as I was on the following day. In Poland, for half of the price I have better vodka which will not give me an hangover such as that one.
Second thing that popped into my mind, girls. The eternal question of how to meet Portuguese girls in clubs is still unsolved. Nobody is dancing, nobody is having fun, and everybody is more interested to compare and to watch what other people are doing. It simply SUCKS. People look like some crash test dummies with a straw stucked up in the ass and partying like zombie puppets. Nothing that I was not expecting. And what even pisses me off is that is always the same people, the same faces, the same scenes, etc. I thought one of the best marks of mankind is evolution and development but here it seems that the time stopped. It is sad but it is true.
Fortunately, I do not live here anymore and what is great is that I will return to Poland in a couple of days. The reverse side of the coin is that I cannot take my family and show them what the world can offer to us. I would like to emphasize is that I am not saying that Poland is the best country to live in, but is better than staying here…
The warm up I will not tell you what I did because it is quite embarrassing. Then, I went straight to Lisbon. It is impressive how many guys go out at night in Portugal. And the girls that go out as well, hummm, I do not even want to comment on that. Moreover, I think I am becoming more polish than ever, enrooting their thoughts and beliefs in my veins. I tell you this because I am becoming very racist and xenophobic. And Portugal is changing to a multiracial and multicultural country, losing all its identity and welcoming all shit from all the countries around. It sounds like US, the toilet of the world. To tell you the truth I feel unsafe here. At least in Poland, you have the white apes and you more less can expect what will go on, but here, expect the unexpected, and here people are like a band of chacals, where the number of members is what really matters and the courage not.
After all this, the best was to go back to Portugal and go straight to Cascais, to a place called Jezebel Club. In modern usage the name of Jezebel is used to as a synonym for a hussy or controlling whore. Well, at a first glance, the name of the club can be quite appealing, but it is not. Nevertheless, I have to say we had an entrance of kings. One of my friends knows the doorman, so we were not waiting outside more than 1 min, when the cue was numbering more than 100 people waiting to enter.
First thing that popped up into my mind, BOTTLE. I ordered a bottle of Vodka and the barmaid ask me in what name should the bottle stay with. Only in Portugal people buy a bottle just to get in clubs and the bottle sometimes stays there for 6 months undrinkable… what a waste!!! So I answered her back that the bottle will be drunk all night or the rest should stay for some pecker woods that are always waiting for somebody to pay them a drink. I bought a bottle of Vodka that according to the barmaid it was one of the best in the world and they best they had in the club. Well, it is her job to try and sell her products but I have to say that hangover is the best evaluator of the quality of the drinks. I have to say that I do not remember in the recent future to feel as bad as I was on the following day. In Poland, for half of the price I have better vodka which will not give me an hangover such as that one.
Second thing that popped into my mind, girls. The eternal question of how to meet Portuguese girls in clubs is still unsolved. Nobody is dancing, nobody is having fun, and everybody is more interested to compare and to watch what other people are doing. It simply SUCKS. People look like some crash test dummies with a straw stucked up in the ass and partying like zombie puppets. Nothing that I was not expecting. And what even pisses me off is that is always the same people, the same faces, the same scenes, etc. I thought one of the best marks of mankind is evolution and development but here it seems that the time stopped. It is sad but it is true.
Fortunately, I do not live here anymore and what is great is that I will return to Poland in a couple of days. The reverse side of the coin is that I cannot take my family and show them what the world can offer to us. I would like to emphasize is that I am not saying that Poland is the best country to live in, but is better than staying here…
quarta-feira, 19 de dezembro de 2007
The day I shooted a commercial for tv in Poland
Dziekuje bardzo Roy... OBRIGADO POR ME TERES FODIDO A VIDA...
sábado, 8 de dezembro de 2007
Friends a.k.a. A.D.O.
I would like to take this opportunity to apologize myself for being so far away from my blog but latetly my life took a turn of 180º. Nevertheless, I always fulfill my committements. As so, I am here to continue the work that I have started almost one month ago.
Unfortunately this post will be a call of attention to my FRIENDS or to the people I was considering as such. For the past few weeks, the expression of AMIGOS DA ONÇA (there is no expression in english for this so please contact me and I will give you a brief explanation about it) has been introduced to my circule of friends in Warsaw. Actually, I was considered to be the only one among ourselves but the true is that there is A.D.O. in each one of them. I was called such because I have a problem to be a very good looking guy which all girls of Warsaw and Poland as well would like to have as a boyfriend. Therefore, when I go out the possibility of creating the sensation and phyco masturbation in girl´s mind is 100% sure to happen. Every girl we meet has this desire to know me. So if they are speaking to my friends, it is just a subtile way to go straight to their goal.... which is ME, Gonçalo Nuno Ferreira Amaro Silva. Their approach is quite well thought but they should put themselves in my shoes and try to imagine what will be of me in my inner circule. This leads to situations that sometimes I am speaking and flirting with girls that were speaking to my friends before or had relationships with them. On my friends´ eyes I am an A.D.O. just because they WANT ME and that i am trying to steal them which is not true. I have this problem as I told you and it is my parents fault coz they were the ones to create this human being called Gonçalo Nuno Ferreira Amaro Silva.
Inverting the situations I have just realized that I am living in Warsaw for the last 6 months in a flat which I considered it was mine. As a good friend, I invited Roy to come here to warsaw this weekend and I was glad to offer in the sofa of my loft. It was the minimum I could do. Yesterday night, due to certain situations which I will not fall on details, Roy was leaving Cinnamon before me to go home and I gave him the keys. So far so good, I would arrive later and I was expecting that the door would be open (again I say it would be the minimum he could do... I do not want to have false expectations such as having some wild party with some unexpected guesses, but that would be asking to much from Roy). Well I got home and I was amazed that nobody was there to open the door. I rang, I called, I kicked, I did everything. Door steal closed. My only thought was, I hope is there with somebody or sleeping with someone somewhere else. Perfect! That was my mistake...
Summing up, I went to an hotel. Now you could ask me "but you do not have more friends in Wawa". My answer to you, yes I have but NOBODY... and I mean NOBODY answered my call for help... E o Amigo da Onça sou EU????? O BURRO SOU EU?????? aarahrahrharhra.... Finally when I woke up, once again I tried to enter home and nothing. I went to my other friend´s house... humm let me rephrase it... I went to my other ADO´s house, even with lunch delivery at home... and for my surprise I saw Roy sleeping on his sofa...
I do not like to repeat myseft but.... E O BURRO SOU EU????? O RUIM SOU EU????? ahahhaaha
I better stop coz I must prepare another by night in Wawa and I could stay here for ages writting about these so called FRIENDS...
Unfortunately this post will be a call of attention to my FRIENDS or to the people I was considering as such. For the past few weeks, the expression of AMIGOS DA ONÇA (there is no expression in english for this so please contact me and I will give you a brief explanation about it) has been introduced to my circule of friends in Warsaw. Actually, I was considered to be the only one among ourselves but the true is that there is A.D.O. in each one of them. I was called such because I have a problem to be a very good looking guy which all girls of Warsaw and Poland as well would like to have as a boyfriend. Therefore, when I go out the possibility of creating the sensation and phyco masturbation in girl´s mind is 100% sure to happen. Every girl we meet has this desire to know me. So if they are speaking to my friends, it is just a subtile way to go straight to their goal.... which is ME, Gonçalo Nuno Ferreira Amaro Silva. Their approach is quite well thought but they should put themselves in my shoes and try to imagine what will be of me in my inner circule. This leads to situations that sometimes I am speaking and flirting with girls that were speaking to my friends before or had relationships with them. On my friends´ eyes I am an A.D.O. just because they WANT ME and that i am trying to steal them which is not true. I have this problem as I told you and it is my parents fault coz they were the ones to create this human being called Gonçalo Nuno Ferreira Amaro Silva.
Inverting the situations I have just realized that I am living in Warsaw for the last 6 months in a flat which I considered it was mine. As a good friend, I invited Roy to come here to warsaw this weekend and I was glad to offer in the sofa of my loft. It was the minimum I could do. Yesterday night, due to certain situations which I will not fall on details, Roy was leaving Cinnamon before me to go home and I gave him the keys. So far so good, I would arrive later and I was expecting that the door would be open (again I say it would be the minimum he could do... I do not want to have false expectations such as having some wild party with some unexpected guesses, but that would be asking to much from Roy). Well I got home and I was amazed that nobody was there to open the door. I rang, I called, I kicked, I did everything. Door steal closed. My only thought was, I hope is there with somebody or sleeping with someone somewhere else. Perfect! That was my mistake...
Summing up, I went to an hotel. Now you could ask me "but you do not have more friends in Wawa". My answer to you, yes I have but NOBODY... and I mean NOBODY answered my call for help... E o Amigo da Onça sou EU????? O BURRO SOU EU?????? aarahrahrharhra.... Finally when I woke up, once again I tried to enter home and nothing. I went to my other friend´s house... humm let me rephrase it... I went to my other ADO´s house, even with lunch delivery at home... and for my surprise I saw Roy sleeping on his sofa...
I do not like to repeat myseft but.... E O BURRO SOU EU????? O RUIM SOU EU????? ahahhaaha
I better stop coz I must prepare another by night in Wawa and I could stay here for ages writting about these so called FRIENDS...
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