Uncountable and countable Flashcards
UNCOUNTABLE NOUNS
All liquids are uncountable.
Abstract ideas (chaos / motivation / advice)
Mass nouns (furniture / hair / transportation)
Natural phenomena (rain / weather / sunshine)
States of being (sleep/ childhood)
Powder and grains (rice / sand)
UNCOUNTABLE NOUNS
You always need a singular verb: e.g. your advice is good
You cannot add s: e.g. advices = advice
You cannot use a/an: e.g. an advice
You can use “some”: e.g. some advice is needed
You use MUCH with uncountable nouns e.g. much information
If you wanted to count the
advice, you would need a quantifier, A PIECE OF
E.g. Let me give you a piece of advice.
Liquids are uncountable: e.g. water is placed into a tube
The news about my scholarship are very good.
The news about my scholarship is very good.
My lecturer gave me an advice about studying abroad.
My lecturer gave me some/a piece of advice about studying abroad.
Two softwares were used in this experiment: Informer I and II.
Two pieces of software were used in this experiment: Informer I and II.
The aim of this paper is to discuss a research.
The aim of this paper is to discuss some research/a research project.
You are only allowed to take one baggage on the plane with you.
You are only allowed to take one piece of baggage on the plane with you.
The following equipments were used in the experiment…
The following equipment was/pieces of equipment were used in the experiment…
That is a very interesting information you told me.
That is a very interesting piece of information/(some) very interesting information …
There were evidences that the experiment had failed.
There was (some) evidence/a piece of evidence that the experiment had failed.
Partitive nouns:
An i____ of clothing
A l____ of bread
A c_____ of milk
A s______ of sugar
A s___ of concrete
G____ of rice
A w__ of notes
item
loaf
carton
spoonful
slab
grain
wad (roll of paper)
COUNTABLE AND UNCOUNTABLE BUT WITH DIFFERENT MEANINGS
“She has long flowing hair” (uncountable), but “There is a hair in my soup” (countable).
“A paper” (countable) is an academic paper or a
newspaper. However, “paper” (uncountable) is the
material you draw or write on (you can say 3 sheets of
paper).
“I’ve got three chickens (countable) in my backyard”
means that the chickens are alive. However: “We are
having chicken for dinner tonight” means that the
chicken is dead.
We bought a new _______ for the
clothes.
People believed that ships made
of _______ would sink.
I broke a __________ yesterday at
lunchtime.
The table was made of
hardened ____________.
Be a ____________ and bring me a bar
of chocolate on your way home!
___________ is what makes the world go round!
Could you make a ______ for this
table?
I would never travel to ____________ even if
you paid me!
Let´s make a ______ to the bride and
groom?
I usually have some ________ with jam for
breakfast.
iron
iron
glass
glass
love
Love
space
space
toast
toast
chair chicken drawing group love stone
- Gerry threw ……………. into the pond and watched the water ripple outwards.
- Who is going to be ……………. of the new finance committee?
- Caleb owns a free-range farm so he allows his ……………. to run around wherever they like.
- These days you don’t have to be good at …………….. to be a successful artist.
- Numerous ………… of immigrants have attempted to cross the border in the last few months.
- Unfortunately for my waistline, I have …………. of chocolate, especially in cakes!
- For his art project, my son did …………… of his pet rabbit.
- We always have ……….. and chips on Monday nights.
- The Tower of London is built of ……………….. from Caen in Normandy.
- People say ………… is the strongest emotion.
- Although we have a big dining table, we only have four …………..
- ……………………. of university scientists is doing research into the causes of obesity in children.
a stone
chair
chickens
drawing
groups
a love
a drawing
chicken
stone
love
chairs
A group
The Adventure of Seraphina
In a small village kissed by a breath of fresh air and a ray of sunshine, lived Seraphina, a woman blessed with a piece of advice from every elder she met. She carried a torrent of aggression inside her, though she masked it well with a sense of humour and endless acts of kindness.
One morning, she prepared for a journey. Packing a piece of clothing, a piece of fruit, and a lump of bread with a pat of butter spread on it, she tucked in a slice of beef and a bowl of pasta for strength. Her flask was filled with a cup of tea and a glass of milk for the road.
The village baker, a friend of hers, offered a piece of cake wrapped in cloth, and the jeweler gifted her a piece of jewelry to trade in distant lands. “You’ll need a grain of wisdom,” he said with a peal of laughter.
Seraphina set off, dodging a shower of rain and navigating a pile of traffic caused by broken carts. She crossed fields covered in a fall of snow, walking carefully across a block of ice and sipping a glass of water to stay hydrated.
In the mountains, she met an old sage who lived surrounded by a wall of silence. He traded her a piece of paper with ancient maps written on it for a jar of jam she carried. He warned her of dangers ahead: “You will face an outbreak of violence, a storm of chaos, and perhaps lose a piece of confidence.”
Undeterred, Seraphina pressed on. She passed through forests heavy with a cloud of smoke from wildfires, clutching a ball of wool she’d been weaving into charms. When she stumbled into a city buzzing with a gust of energy and a wave of shopping, she felt a pang of guilt for enjoying simple things while others craved a flash of fame and a river of money.
Stopping at a market, she traded for a block of wood to carve, a bar of silver, and a few pieces of cotton cloth. She enjoyed a bowl of soup sprinkled with a pinch of salt and sweetened her tea with a spoonful of sugar.
At night, in her tent warmed by a block of wood burning, she heard a clap of thunder and feared an outbreak of violence might strike the camp. Yet all she saw was a moment of time where the storm and a river of rain washed her fears away.
She dreamed of finding a piece of land where a feeling of peace, a stream of patience, and a field of trust would reign. In her dreams, a ray of light split the darkness, and a piece of magic unfolded: she would build a school there, offering a piece of education, a piece of knowledge, and a sparkle of understanding to anyone who came.
Years later, Seraphina’s village was renowned not for riches or fame, but for a garden of happiness, a library of wisdom, and a river of hope — thanks to a single act of kindness and the belief that even a grain of truth can grow into a whole new world.
- All Liquids
(Líquidos que precisam de medidas ou recipientes para serem contados)
Water
Milk
Gasoline
Tea
Perfume (quando líquido)
Juice (não listado, mas implícito na categoria)
Soup
- Abstract Ideas
(Conceitos, sentimentos, ideias intangíveis)
Advice
Aggression
Assistance
Beauty
Bravery
Chaos
Confidence
Content
Danger
Darkness
Education
Energy
Enjoyment
Failure
Faith
Fame
Grief
Guilt
Happiness
Humour
Intelligence
Knowledge
Laughter
Love
Motivation
Patience
Peace
Pride
Progress
Publicity
Stress
Trust
Understanding
Unemployment
Violence
Vision
Warmth
Wealth
Wisdom
- Mass Nouns
(Coletivos ou substâncias tratadas como uma massa)
Equipment
Furniture (não listado, mas se encaixaria aqui)
Hair (não listado, mas clássico exemplo)
Clothing
Luggage
Machinery
Money
News
Paper
Software
Traffic
Transportation
Jewellery
Cash
- Natural Phenomena
(Eventos ou elementos da natureza e clima)
Rain
Snow
Sunshine
Thunder
Weather
Nature
Smoke
Ice
- States of Being
(Estados físicos, psicológicos ou sociais)
Sleep (não listado diretamente, mas aplicável)
Childhood (não listado, mas implícito na categoria)
Health (não listado, mas se encaixa)
Happiness
Driving
Research
Homework
Shopping
Spelling
Time
Travel
Unemployment (também aparece como ideia abstrata)
- Powders and Grains
(Substâncias granulares ou em pó)
Rice
Salt
Sugar
Flour (não listado, mas se encaixaria)
Sand (não listado, mas clássico exemplo)
🌟 The Great Journey of Aveline
Aveline lived in a town where a piece of advice could save your life, and a torrent of aggression could end it. She had always offered a bit of assistance to anyone in need, her beauty shining brighter than gold, like a work of art in the middle of everyday life.
Every morning, she ate a slice of beef, a loaf of bread with a pat of butter, and a piece of cake, then tucked some cash into her bag just in case a dash of chaos caught her during the day.
She sewed her own items of clothing out of cotton, walking around with a cloak of confidence, her heart always full of a glimmer of content. Yet, she knew a layer of danger lurked in the shadows, especially when a fall of darkness covered the town.
Aveline’s dreams were full of driving through fields of wildflowers and receiving a breath of education from mystical teachers. She had an ocean of energy and found a sparkle of enjoyment even in the dullest chores, fixing broken pieces of equipment with ease.
But not all days were kind. After a moment of failure, she often renewed her article of faith that everything happens for a reason, trusting in a flicker of fame not yet achieved. She journeyed long distances powered by a litre of fuel, her spirit soaring even through storms.
One day, she carried a basket of fruit, a jug of gasoline, and a heavy burden of grief after her village suffered losses. She gave a pendant made of gold to a friend who was drowning in a pang of guilt.
She played a game of golf at the edge of town to lift her spirits, careful to avoid a streak of harm from the wild animals nearby. Afterward, she lounged in a lake of happiness, cherishing simple moments.
Her evenings were spent finishing mountains of homework, reading jokes to maintain a sense of humour, and offering a helping hand of help to young students.
When the rivers froze into blocks of ice, Aveline sought a piece of information from the library, amazed at the depth of intelligence stored in its books.
For breakfast, she spread a jar of jam on her toast and admired a pearl of jewelry gifted to her by a wise woman who had immense knowledge. Later, they shared peals of laughter, their bond strengthened by a depth of love.
Her backpack was filled with pieces of luggage — inside were gears and old bits of machinery, some rumored to hold traces of magic. At dinner, she enjoyed a slice of meat, a block of meat roasted over the fire, and washed it down with a glass of milk.
She never cared much for amassing mountains of money, but sought a glimmer of motivation and always respected the harmony of nature. She read an item of news about storms, preparing her hut with sheets of paper sealed with drops of perfume.
Her patience was legendary; even in arguments, she’d answer with a breeze of peace, holding onto her pillar of pride. She measured her success not by wealth but by the river of progress she helped create around her.
Aveline didn’t chase clouds of publicity, nor fear a plate of pasta thrown at town festivals. She danced under showers of rain, leading researchers to new ideas — truly, a spark of research grew wherever she stepped.
At mealtimes, she would share bowls of rice, sprinkle pinches of salt into dishes, and serve plates of seafood to visitors.
In the sky, galaxies of space twinkled as Aveline finished bags of shopping — buying candles to light her study — where she meditated in oceans of silence.
Her favorite dinner was a bowl of soup, sometimes paired with spaghetti (a bowl of spaghetti) or a dessert sweetened with lumps of sugar.
She admired her collection of jewels of silver, crafted from village trade, watching clouds of smoke and carpets of snow blanket the mountains.
Every morning, she practiced strokes of spelling, improved bits of software, and managed stress with tea ceremonies featuring cups of tea on her sun-drenched porch.
Patches of stress dissolved under beams of sunshine, and matches of tennis with friends filled her weekends.
Time, she believed, was not a commodity but a river of time flowing with experiences. Her cart carried loads of transportation goods, and she dreamt of oceans of travel — yet never lost herself to the roars of thunder or got stuck in waves of traffic.
She trusted deeply, holding onto anchors of trust even in betrayal. She loved slices of toast with jam, always pursuing fields of understanding and waves of unemployment solutions for her neighbors.
Where others saw pools of violence, she grew gardens of peace.
Her visions were vivid — sunsets blazing with warmth, fountains overflowing with water, gold leaves symbolizing wealth, and storms delivering new weather.
She collected pearls of wisdom whispered by ancient trees, carved pieces of wood into charms, and honored the fierce, hopeful light of youth.
