Chocolate Garnishes To Buy

A bit 'of social life in disarray

Last week I went for the first time to attend the filming of a television program, not to Channel 7 where she works but Ben Channel 10, 7pm to watch the project, a light and fun program that mixes information and satire.
Before sitting in the studio there was a brief period of training for the applause ... in practice during the show we can laugh and applaud whenever we want, but in some cases (like when you go into advertising) is necessary to the applause with a scream that consists of "yeah" for males, an "uhhh" to females and a "yuhuh" for gays ... ahah of course joke regarding the "yuhuh. All are very willing and ready to rimpilzarti of extra-sugary sweets to chemically excite people, and during the break for the advertising a conductor approached us to entertain the public with a few jokes funny.
Another night we went to see him instead of a radio music show, Joy 94.9, entitled "One Day in the Life of Joy" which was put into practice in the life of the radio scene with some musical interludes in which Young artists will perform live, including a kind of Calvin Harris Australian style and sound.
Recently ... having free tickets ... One evening we also went to see the movie "Valentine's day", with the terrible fear of being overwhelmed by mushy dialogues and exit the room with a premature diabetes ... Fortunately I survived the movie that basically has not revealed a crap (apart from the presence of half the cast of Grey's Anatomy and a cover identical to that of Love Actually), a comedy fun for an evening nice, but obviously the final could not give any avoidable when ammmmmore)
Yesterday, instead we went for a ride to St Kilda Festival, an event that takes place in the homonymous original file and controversial area, with concerts, stalls and a flood of people.
Despite the chaos we also managed to find a place to dine in an Italian restaurant, the Rococo, which is famous for not taking reservations where it is so easy to find a seat after waiting half an hour, sipping a cool drink at the bar. The dinner was just delicious, Melbourne is full of places where you can eat really well and most of them (needless to say) are just Italians ... The shocking thing is that Italian food in Italian restaurants is similissimo original! Yesterday I felt right at home :-)

ah yesterday, it was also Valentine's Day, I found that writing notes in English is not directing them to a person's name but "to my valentine" and there is also a question, "would you be my valentine?" ... But that's another story :-)

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Housewives

Abstract: I swear this is the last post that comes to food! tomorrow or the next day is in fact planning a trip somewhere, and (perhaps) finally get to see koalas and kangaroos!
Anyway here is the delicious ravioli stuffed with rabbit, leek and aromatic orb ... just huge! I was shocked, it was also the first time I dabbled in a stuffing for ravioli.

and could not miss the meat sauce for noodles (and for the future lasagna in the oven hehe: P) in meat but also a part of finely chopped vegetables YUMMMMM, I followed all the long process of preparation of the sauce, step by step without throwing all the cabbage in the pan ... and the result you see, or rather enjoying eheh!

However no shortage of gourmet dinners made from fried eheheh, this photo was taken a few days ago: breaded fried chicken, fried zucchini, a simple salad e. .. the queen of all things sinful: Honey mustard sauce! real gem made in Ben "made with peanut butter, honey and mustard in small balls ... sensational, we dip into anything! : P

ok ... there is also a pie in the fridge ... but fortunately it is cooling down, I'll spare you the pictures ... meringue cake with strawberries and already there were some simple meringue covered with chocolate made with leftovers. / a>

1980's Miniature Dolls

The beginning of the end of the greeting etiquette

This morning I woke up early to prepare fresh egg noodles ... Nooooo desperate housewife syndrome is attacking me!
Anyway I thought it was much easier, in fact almost half an hour to crush the pulp has cost me a terrible effort! Fortunately the smell is just what the fresh noodles Mmm yummy.

Now tomorrow I'll make a Bolognese sauce, alas there is no alternative! then try to detox from this "home cooking" ... saw that yesterday I made some delicious cakes for joy of the inhabitants of the house.


(original image that you can even open and enjoy them throughout their size: P)

not good, should not be beneeee!

Dog Hair On My Northface

Australian

there is one thing that I've never mentioned ... the way people greet each other when we meet on the street, answering the phone or simply come into contact with someone, talk to a real ritual that is puzzling in certain circumstances.
In fact, whenever you meet someone begins with "Hi how are you?" followed by a predictable and mechanical response "good thanks" and if we want to exaggerate even a "good thanks, and you? ".
At first I did not understand the need to always greeted in this way, always with this sentence, the first day when the orders of the supermarkets or shopping for clothes greeted me with" hi how are you? "remained always puzzled.
This phrase is repeated on the phone one day Ben said 3 times in a row on the phone and all 3 times began with "hi how are you?" etc etc ... things of this world, and even when there is little time and you need a fast response, however you can not escape the grip of the ritual!
the thing that I still have not cracked (but it seems absurd to me) is a repetition of this phrase too many times live example ... This evening David came in and out of the house several times, I said right after the canonical sentence ... the next time I remained silent, which is why he asked me if everything was fine ... ahahah
's not a bad thing that everyone is wondering how it is, only one thing that at first seems inconceivable to me as an Italian! and most likely this will be one of the things that I miss when I go away from here, because now it came into my mind as a routine.
Oh my god in a little over a month I go back to Italy .. I can not believe it is something that I never think about, something I try to drive out of my head. I wonder who has figured out who is actually Ben ... actually did not even know me but after the weekend away from him at last I understood it.

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The thieves always a knock (but long) time. Drinking in Melb

And after surviving the attack pseudo-asthmatic (still mysterious) that caught me during one of my first days here in Melbourne, we have now come to the second chapter of Matthew's misadventures.
Although not a pleasant experience for sure, can not fail, as usual, the canonical frame comic. I was at home, actually I was sitting on the toilet seat on the second floor below when someone began to knock on the door so insistent (almost a minute!) But as I said later to the police "was very busy "and I thought to myself that anyone would have expected.

After almost a minute the sound of rumbling stopped, giving way to a second noise on the quiet that I did not pay much attention ... However, I never thought that the thieves were broken into your home.
just out of the process I saw from someone who was rummaging in her bag of David, and when I said "who is" the bad guys or if they run screaming through a door (which was unaware of its existence) on the side of living room and that was probably left open after the party that David had organized a few days before ... However, if the door was closed they would simply break the glass.
My heart beat a thousand, I did not know if the two thieves were definitely flat escaped or were hidden in the garden waiting to give me the coup de grace, but still the most absurd thing I ask is the following "and if I open the door? "what would happen? Would give me a hammer on his head? Because it is not normal for people to open your garden gate and come and knock on the door here in Australia ... Later I
appostai as a lookout on the stairs looking through the two large windows adjacent to the road. An hour later two guys walked suspects several times back and forth in front of the house also giving a look at the front door (in fact the "gate" of the garden was left open because I did not want to go in the garden)
The next day the police came to do an inspection to detect any traces of fingerprints ... obviously do not exist. The two cops (the typical American cop show, pseudo-lesbian and masculine) said that two people had robbed the same afternoon another house, right in the street next to mine ... Fortunately, the woman who lived there was returning home and apparently the description of two men is almost the same. Next week I'll have to go to the police station to try to recognize the face through some photos. However if I was not at home would be taken away all the computer and things of value ... ansiaaa that! From now on it is better to hide my laptop somewhere ... or simply carry it behind the toilet hahaha!
Obviously whenever people hear the story of Matthew "busy" in the toilet while the thieves enter the house, it is inevitable that starts a laugh hehe.
Among other things, there is also a home alarm system ... maybe it's time to start using it.

And right now, ironically received a letter from the police, just for me! With various numbers to help identify the thieves ... of course the letter is addressed to Matthew Valech with a "C" only, because during that night Ben missed the spelling of my surname on the phone ... giving way to easy ironies that maybe I would be expelled from the country because of a C haha.

Pinching Nerve By Bladder 39 Weeks Pregnant

I already mentioned that here in Australia there are those notorious shops that only sell alcohol, now with the weeks go by the findings "a high alcohol content" are more and more interesting eheheh.
January 26 was Australia Day! That translated into action means barbecue and beer everywhere at full blast. On this occasion we went to a friend's house, that Jarrod, who prepared many delicious dishes to the plate and the barbecue grill of his mega (Or "BBQ" and is abbreviated as "Barbie", as it is called).

have a size extra large barbecue is almost mandatory here! Just as it is mandatory to have a huge plastic box filled with ice and beer ... say 70 to 80 beers ... because everyone here drinks about 6-7 bottles (never cans) each! this famous ice chest was seen in some recently published in Italy, also at the supermarket you can also buy pacconi filled with ice-box to be paid in beer.

During that day there was also an opportunity to learn the national anthem of Australia, although in reality the hymn which recognizes the nation is a song by Jimmy Barnes: Working Class Hero, even has a version of the national anthem mesh up with the famous song, not to mention the people that the Olympics was screaming the famous "ooooooooo! "anthem of the song during the same ahah

(musically a sort of Bruce Springsteen Australian visually ... a kind of Toto Cotugno made in OZ)

Australians are wonderful people, are nice, are simple, they do not mind at all saws, no matter how you dress, and once I happened to say "What! Leave the house dressed with a pseudo-pajamas? "and I was told:" ahhh never mind, it is the same, no one cares how you dress here, "it is true that we Italians are too fixated with the style etc etc, even though under the covers hehe bit of narcissism there, and it's nice to hear often "ohh you look great!". The schedules have
shops is quite bizarre, usually all close at 5 pm, and are open on Sundays! but the weirdest thing is that supermarkets are open 24 hours on 24, 7 / 7, in short, a paradise for a desperate housewife!. In Melbourne there are great places to eat well, today for example I ended up where I took a Baguetterie a delicious sandwich with ham and brie, cheap and delicious, and everywhere you turn there is always a cheap sushi ready to be jelly! But enough about food! Otherwise I might change the title of my blog Chance to fat hehe.
Last Saturday I went to a club to see a cabaret - a musical performance by a famous drag queen ... or rather, something that in Italy we all dream of. One show did very well, with lots of fun songs, costumes of all kinds, all seasoned by the jokes funny Dolly Diamond. During the show there was also the time of descent from the stage to talk about / make fun of the audience ... and guess what 'Where did our dear Dolly? Obviously by myself ahahah

What fun, my heart was beating initially at 10000, after saying that my name was Matthew now has started with a joke saying "ah yes Matthew Preston!" because Preston would be Little Italy in Melbourne, and all eheheh down laughing. Truly a beautiful evening, dressed as usual for some cocktails ... even if the cocktails here are terrible ... or rather there is alcohol! virtually every cocktail you can put in only a shottino alcohol ... a drama! Only long island is a real bomb .. although it is very cheap to shell out for each of them the figure of $ 20 (13.5 €!) is therefore easy to understand why all drink beer.
(vodka from New Zealand)
way home, slightly happy for cocktails (or rather for the New Zealand increased from Naga vodka drink after the show) there is also time for some carefree passport photo memories ... indelible memories that will surely, I had to wait 23 years to have my first memory in a photo booth, but "better late than never," and continue on the path of linguistic banality "better few but good! ... I know you were not using quotation marks, but who cares, the hell with the language (and we are 2!)

Ucci Ucci smelled ladrucci postucci will publish in the near domanucci (this sentence is in honor of my dear friend Benedictine)

Mucus Increases Before Menstruation

It's never too late

me writhing stomach to think about college, or rather me twisting my stomach to think that I am about to graduate in Italian language, I finally realized that they are not brought to the language and that language is just a waste of time for my future, I have no talent for linguistic analysis, I resent the illusion that I have tried to make my study more scientifically possible degree in Italian language rather than something more feasible as a thesis compilation of Italian literature. However
... I am very happy with the work that will be contained in my thesis, not ditching all my past ... I just realized that life does not want to be a linguist, and the linguist is not a profession that suits me, I'm a creative, dynamic, linguistics is a strict scientific field that has affected my spirit and my torn life in the past year. I did not do nothing but think of that, I had nothing but the language, and every Saturday night just to forget I'm a boring student of linguistics in the hope of speaking I drank at least a drunk in the proper order.
not consider myself ignorant, a person can certainly analyze the linguistic level on a diastratic (membership a social class according to the way you talk), but .... But ... But there's no, to hell with the language, to hell with the working surface language, and the burning the damn semantics.
How did I miss so dramatic, my talent is to analyze the words, but in the season every conversation with a good dose of bullshit, jokes, metaphors, similes and bizarre grammatical errors.
not only with the axis diastratic you measure a man is not what matters in life.
I was a good amateur graphic, now has become perhaps the time to become a truly professional graphic designer, the only way in which I and all my old friends recognize a great talent. I'm talking about old friends in Florence since I never got to express myself properly, studies have stifled my creative genius, the burning linguistics.

However this discipline has characterized an important part of my life, was the sense of those days who had lost color, a month of June when I lost pounds and was smoking like a chimney ... perhaps this is also the reason why now I'm just about to graduate in Italian language, to close the circle, forever.
Linguistics: love and hate. Tomorrow

Australia at full blast, a juicy while ignoring the word "language", bastaaa
and in any event, one of the main proposals for which are here in Australia is to find inspiration, far from routine in recent years.

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Penguins & Polaretti

Back to the present, back to about 10 days ago when I went with a bold Australian company Philipp island, alas, not to do a "survey" (a word that can not write .. . like many others, and begin not to say that just open a dictionary or type somewhere) of the circuit on which to run the bike, but to go see the "famous" penguins of Philip Island! And I would add: and that ass! ...

The journey by car takes about 2 hours, times when I seemed to take a dip in the distant past of the elementary school trips, those in which we left with bags full of sandwiches, sweets, and various junk. From time immemorial the concept of travel I was very intrigued (not "travel" mentality that should be expressed during the most "dramatic", or rather progressive, the songs tamarri disco), the idea of \u200b\u200bmoving toward something, the 'through various landscapes, discovering how some scenes are strikingly similar to those already seen in the area of \u200b\u200bMonferrato (without background music, however, the mangy-based mosquito zzzzzz).
Anyway, the trip runs faster, by dint to swallow species Ritz-flavored barbecue sauce, chips of all kinds as possible and last but not mushy at the bottom of caramellone fruity ... The shocking thing was seeing my Australian friends with all these things together, yuck!
Just arrived in the tourist center of the Penguins, we are greeted by a warm-penguin mascot and a frosty cold ice! Ahhhh, luckily I had brought along a shirt ... Cotton .... the place is teeming with tourists from all over the world, particularly Asian and Middle Eastern, some wrapped in layers and layers of clothes and jackets, some equipped with blankets and pillows ...
As if the idea of \u200b\u200bseeing the penguins do not befit me that much, Soon after he entered (and the beauty of having paid $ 20 cents and 40 cents ... ... forty thieves) find that the penguins really are MINIpinguini the size of a bottle of water stronghold.

We sit on the sidelines of the species, because every evening, around 8 to 9 penguins return to sea after having caught and go to sleep / eat in their dens near the beach in holes dug in hills of the island.
initially did not believe that the penguins go into those holes, those holes were too small! ... unfortunately I had to think again after you have wagered with Ben and have lost badly, in fact we look at who we asked said: "Of course stupid italian" italian haha \u200b\u200bok did not say stupid, but it was what will surely crossed my mind at that time.
Past minutes, an hour passes, and those damn penguins are not seen, in the meantime, the cold is rising, and Rob (a friend of Ben) with his colorful shirt begins to take on the typical position of the penguin or better Polaretti dolfin freshly baked from the freezer!
Finalemnte get these little black creatures, from the sidelines and feel great howl "ohhh" as if people had seen a statue of the Virgin Mary shed tears ... in fact the only thing you see flocks of these creatures are black, walking slowly to the hills ...
After witnessing the landing of Philipp island, second only to that in Normandy, apparently, you can also see the return home of our brave men and animals blacks least in this case I need a little 'let go, in fact seen a few centimeters are really cute, love affairs, many small bottles of coca cola that move in a funny way and embarrassed, I can not hide the fact that those animals in those moments made me smile so sweet and natural, absorbing all hysteria derived from the freezing cold island.
finished the show is now a hot chocolate, for defrosting the joints, and to stay on with the trip "Healthy" that had brought us to the island.

tomorrow and reflecting on what hangs in my head ... hehe what a mess!

Neutropenic Surgery Risk

Where am I?

has been so long since I write, today I started to write an encyclopedic summary of recent days, that for reasons of space spezzetterò in many parts (many), according to the various adventures and misadventures eheh.

Where are finished? It has been almost ten days since I last updated my blog, and rightly so few readers who still follow me may have wondered how I had lost place kicked eheh. Here
time flies whenever I'm amazed that they are already 5 pm, and as if that were not enough to have dinner with my grandmother as 6 to 7 in the evening makes me look like it even faster! The thing that surprised me is how I can avoid my "fatal" snacks between meals of the night ... those made from junk food as fat existing in the planet ... Well think about it maybe because I avoid this crap during the day are already at the mercy of peanut butter and fried everywhere ...

Tell me one thing: what's best in the peanut butter? Ahhhh that delight (it has also a version with small pieces of crunchy peanuts inside, yummmmm) When I force myself to Florence not to buy the jar that would have been gobbled up the speed of light in a few days, in the throes of a hysterical food. Here for hours of hysterical if they are not having food, it seems to stand out from the world, it's all so beautiful!
During this week I "accidentally" destroyed the LCD screen of my phone with my delicate "ass" ... maybe my mom was absolutely right to say that I move like an elephant! However despite the pain in the ass to have to shell out $ 40 to buy a shack nokia 2003 license plate I immediately metabolized this event in the best way, with peace and harmony, now in my new phone Paleolithic (Even worse than my first 3310 !!!!) I have no number in the phonebook ... (Apart from Ben and other people). Ahhh that feels wonderful, it's like to be totally out of this world, and finally the number of "soft D" (I use the word "soft" because I want my blog to remain a virgin and free from vulgarity as some "fat shit" or "sack of potatoes stuffed with cheesecake" ok ... one more please: bastard!) has disappeared forever into oblivion, or rather, to use a metaphor-type food in the pantry of spoiled foods and crunched by many small mice.



Ok after this harping on the past tint sprinkled with sour cream back to the present, this magnificent present, where everything is far away, where I do not want to think about anything or anyone! ... a moment ... I got to get my degree in April Damn!
Maybe when I return to Italy at last be able to appreciate every single thing, from what I miss most ... But wait, there's a problem: I do not miss anything!
Obviously this is not true, to live in another continent and having to tell new people made me think how many beautiful adventures and experiences I had with my friends from home movies shot in that the house every summer, to escape tower lake examinations terrible, unsustainable lessons, the perfect alchemy of the "house of pepper ... the list could be endless so that better stop. But the idea of \u200b\u200btotally disconnected from what was my reality, it makes me happy, although I am aware of sacrificing a small part of some of the friendships I have.

tomorrow but we'll come back to Australia, particularly the cold suffered in that of Philip Island to see .... ! surprise!