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mjcheva @ 2010-12-23T14: 34:00


Naples is the city's most famous and known for excellence in art and tradition of the crib. The city every year filled with tourists from all over the world come in Via San Gregorio Armeno in finding or only to see the real works of art crib made by the hands of artists are unique in the world. You will find many shops where you can buy for this Christmas 2010 objects and pieces to add to your collection or as gifts for lovers of the crib. The marketplace of Naples is open all year round even if it is during the Christmas atmosphere that becomes even most magical and enchanting! Michele
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Even the blog emigrate. Love child

I'm not sure what has driven me to open my own blog on livejournal. In fact I created the account just to leave a comment in another blog, but then I said "Why waste an account like this, since I have many things to say and even the space to do it?". And so, here I am in despair about this damn livejournal, which is everything but simple. Of course, I finally managed to put a nice background, my list of blog friends, even a visitors counter, but honestly I'm not going to throw so much time and effort to a pitiful result. The counter of visits should be a small world it turns and not a pancake map. The list of blogs has a maximum of 30 entries and I was followed by many more, without considering that the number is increasing because of my passion for the fledgling blog of the kitchen. The graphics remains one of the disgust and pain, despite the ominous Hawks are particularly appealing to me. Maybe I'm a little 'dumb, maybe you have already reached the age where you have to read several times all the links of the page to find what you need, but to me the mechanism is on my livejournal friends of Mary. After almost a month I've gotten used to, but I'm not going to "get used", I want something simpler, of intuitive, something that fits the needs of my limited mind.
For all these reasons, this blog closes. Indeed, he emigrated. Copy all the messages written to date on the newest blog sesolofosselasvezia.blogspot.com / , to which I could put a nice background, change the font, color and size, add the counter of the visits and even the statistics and Above all, unlimited lists of blog friends, friends and sites of all "any other business" that I pass through the brain. And if I want, I can add more! Maybe you can do it on livejournal, but I was not enough a month to find all the options that I found on blogger in ten minutes. Not to mention that I will not have the disturbing of Scientology before my eyes every time I write a new post.
For the moment the new blog is empty, contains only an ungrammatical message of welcome that I was forced to write in order to add the gadget "welcome message". This afternoon I will try to add all the links, to create a decent welcome message and write a new post that explains a bit 'situation.

Hej da!

Aloha Pos Manuel Online

On December 9, at home, was the day of the Tree. I found myself in the house two self-propelled zombies: my boyfriend and his brother. I admit that the fault is all mine. While you have the tree already decorated for the romantic day of the dinner I have forced a busy day. So are collapsed, the big boy on the bed and the little one on the couch, until I made hot chocolate for everyone. were adorable.
Then the little boy took stock of the situation, making his intentions clear to all.

What's love child. For those who have not understood, Paola I am. I vaguely remember another list.

But let's face it, Voldemort will not bear comparison with never a boy almost 10 years. In short, I feel the difference from the diabolical evil laugh. And then Voldemort would never have been able to study a PC, understand that it works with windows and find a way to uninstall it, only to have the pleasure to enjoy the reaction of utter despair of the family. A three years.
Voldemort has just killed his father painlessly.
I admit, I love the little child more the big one. My child is very good, sweet, romantic, patient, tender, caring, but the baby is small ... small! In fact, since he was 3 years that I repeat that I will marry him just reached the age that I will avoid a conviction for pedophilia. Have not yet managed to convince him, though.
hope that my love was joking when I said obscuring the first to publish this picture, I leave you the feedback for such great beauty. The photo was doctored by my friend Francesca, who has made a lot of Christmas.

BIMBI, VI AMO!

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linguistic misunderstandings

Può capitare, a volte, ad una povera ragazza alla quale è sempre stato tassativamente vietato parlare in dialetto, che si ritrovi a sentirsi straniera nella sua stessa città. Può capitare che la suddetta ragazza stia per chiedere qualcosa alla commessa di un negozio, quando qualcuno pronuncia una frase in lingua ignota che scatena l'ilarità generale e il negozio tutto (barattoli di marmellata compresi, giuro!) inizia a ridere. Tutti, eccetto la già citata ragazza. La quale, volendo partecipare a quel clima di allegria che viene alimentato da altre frasi nella stessa lingua ignota, cerca di sorridere, producendo result in a spasm of the face similar to a stroke. It can happen, eh. Mica I said that happened to me Saturday night in a candy store of a very dangerous neighborhood?
Ultimately, however, I went well. I managed to make myself understood by the locals and buy what I needed for a romantic dinner with my love. But the clerk looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and pity, and even a tantinello contempt because I was not able to grasp the joke.
I console myself by thinking that my mother-in-law was worse. Some time ago, being a little shopping in a supermarket, has explicitly called for a ham of a particular make the guy in the delicatessen department (which I think might be called pork, seeing as I'm about to tell you. It would be an insult to butchers!). The guy turns around, takes the bench the first meat that resembles a ham and start slicing. I already told my boyfriend has celiac disease, then you will understand that there is a good reason if you buy my mother-in-law only a particular brand of ham, as has the guarantee that the product is definitely gluten-free. Who among my readers, suffer from this disorder will know that certain products are more subtle than others, because, heck, you do not expect the flour into the ham or salami! Fortunately my mother-in-law has the reflexes of a tiger which are tearing the puppies (which is not always good) and you realize that the ham is not required of the brand. The notes to the guy, but he shrugs. Makes him out again, and he says that what's affection is a good ham. Yes, maybe it's true, but if I wanted to buy a wool sweater and I trimmed flannel pajamas with the excuse that "both take the same warm," I am a little angry. My mother-in-law is more diplomatic than me, so it has lost patience and told the decerebration the reason for his request. He did not say things misunderstanding, he did say explicitly "XYZ brand of the product does not contain gluten, while what she is slicing it contains."
It is not difficult to understand.
Glu-ne-ti .
If he had missed the word, it could always ask my mother-in-law repeated. Or is accepted, as then my mother-in-law forced him to do, that the ham brand XYZ had just can not.
But no. The
jerk, from the top of his ignorance, took the label of the ham and responded "but you see, lady, here it is written clearly, without polyphosphates. Here, maybe I expect too much from people, but even without knowing its meaning, I feel that there is a slight difference in pronunciation between polyphosphate and gluten. Thus, by ear, he would notice. Instead, the error persisted. Finally my mother-in-law, more and more patient than me, is tired and left. I, however, I would have sent in. With violence, too. By the way, I would not have provided many explanations as to why the request. I think my right to get what I ask, if I pay for it, without having to give explanations to anyone. If then the arrogance of my partner should also push to give me wrong ...
Now that I think once it happened to me too. It was winter and I had to buy new pants. Within the store and ask the sales of the size 38 pants seen in the window. She looks at me, then brings me the 44. I know having spoken Italian and I know that many are committed to the language a bit 'tricky, but I did not expect having to do the doodles. I would point out that the size is wrong and she laughingly told me that I am at least a 44. And if the pants had not been for me? And if I wanted to wear pants three sizes too small because they are masochistic and I feel like the thighs squeezed from the cloth?
I look at it. Black-dyed hair covered with gel, pounds of makeup on the skin color brick lamp ( November! ), with a border of burgundy lipstick black pencil, gold hoop earrings that come behind us, black chalk to cover dark circles.
smile.
I smile because I realize that if the slut he dreams at night in a size 38, so I decide to give me a little revenge. Within the dressing room, I put that huge pants and take off even a wool sweater, remaining with a light shirt and tight to look like even flatter, and then I go out, keeping the pants with his hands in order to highlight the fact that he could also go in my guy in that circle, - I confess, holding a little 'belly in the way that it was more obvious-I ask whether it is prepared to give me a 38. Well, no! The vaiassa brings me a 40 and I have to measure that, too, to prove that wrong, to get my first 38. I left the store pissed off but happy as she continues to babble things like "but I could have sworn that ...". In his language, of course.
Really, if working abroad, even in a country that does not know the language, it would notice the difference. Indeed, perhaps yes. Abroad I can make myself understood in English, not here.

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Simple ... mind hard!


Although I have the pace of a sloth in hibernation, I was able to retrieve the recipe in record time to participate in the contest of which I had mentioned in the previous message. This is a cooking contest, one of my great passions. I had to find the recipe that we do best, which reminds us of a particular moment of our life that has been handed down by someone really important to us, that brings pleasure to our loved ones but it's as simple as ... "Things that we prepare every day " , ie" simple .... perfect mind "for those who the public and therefore unique."
Unfortunately I can participate with only one recipe, though I would like to sell prescriptions. At home, my food is a way to express love, to show hospitality to pamper the ones we love ...
The recipe I am about to offer me was handed down by a couple of people, my grandfather and my aunt, father and daughter inseparable from the fate that took me away before they could teach me the secret to their perfect cake. To save their recipes is was my mother, who always accompanied by any explanation of how the memory of those dishes made the whole family happy, for each of them was an anecdote, a teaching, a little piece of my grandfather's love and the infinite goodness of my aunt.
Then came my turn, I have passed the baton, and I started to spoil my loved ones just as they did.
But this recipe is also important for another reason. Six and a half years ago I fell in love with a wonderful person, unfortunately suffers from celiac disease. My mother-in-law, alas, is not really very good in the kitchen and he has not eaten anything but "Cakes" of the pharmacy for years. Until I met her. :) Of course, it was difficult. I had to study a bit 'of chemistry, arranged with the flour from the supermarket, try, try, try again and again dozens of times, but eventually I managed to transform all the recipes I had and to make them gluten-free. Often, as in the recipe I am about to propose, the result was even better than the original!
I feel particularly proud of my work, because I seem to have joined the past, tradition and the future that awaits me (which, undoubtedly, will gluten-free). I have a feeling that I have my roots and have it shaped up to fit into a new life, building a bridge between grandparents and my future children.
Coming to the point (forgive me, are verbose!), The recipe that I want to offer is that of struffoli gluten-free. Like all the dishes without gluten, you need to do some 'attention during the process. The recipe is simple (now, for you ... for me it was hard work!), But use a different kind of flour can make a bit 'skeptical during preparation.
The ingredients are for one person: 50

g rice flour 70 g cornstarch
80 g potato starch

1 egg 30 grams sugar 40 grams of lard


a pinch of salt half a glass of Strega liqueur

To cover them, it takes 60 grams of raw honey
30 grams of sugar colored sprinkles

candied fruit

The preparation, as I said, is simple. Just beat the egg


struffoli This year I prepared in abundance. For two families, I increased the dose to five.

with sugar,



add the sifted flour, salt,



I thought it was useful to show the proportion of eggs and flour. Views so amazing to do, it seems a disproportionate amount for only 5 eggs.

lard


Note that in the photo, one can see the consistency. They are practically peanuts.

and make the dough (which is a bit 'dry) work by adding the Witch. At this point I could go directly to the cooking, but since this is a gluten-free recipe needs a few additional explanations: the starch and starch "squeak" under the fingers, while the rice flour tends to absorb more liquid than it should, taken together, these characteristics mean that the dough is strange to us, or never quite difficult to model soft. In fact I can assure you from experience that, even if at first seems like a disaster, you just need a little 'patience to get a perfect result.
After adding about half a glass of liquor and having worked the dough enough to form a ball fairly homogeneous (the consistency should be similar to that of the pastry),


If, as I did, you have to multiply the doses will be easier to work the dough a little 'time. Here's a picture of the dough before an energetic work ...

take one small piece, knead it a bit 'in your hands and when it will become soft and "velvety" (I find it pleasant to the touch)


... and this is the same after mixing. Given that difference?

Make it a thick sausage of a finger



and cut into pieces as small as half a phalanx.



In fact, the magnitude of struffoli, according to tradition, this is not, but with this kind of dough are especially good if you are smaller. At this point should be fried a bit 'at a time, until golden.



Warning! The struffoli make a lot of foam during cooking, so if you really must put a few in a skillet; also cook them in a very short time, so they need constant supervision. Once you are ready
must pass in honey. Usually enough to melt the honey and sugar until they become liquid



and then immerse the struffoli, but since those are more crumbly gluten-free, here is another trick to get a perfect result without any effort: take a very large pan, so that the portion of struffoli can create a single layer and not to turn them over too.



Once completely covered with warm honey, pour directly on the pan and forms a donut. Before the honey to cool everything is decorated with hundreds and thousands - even warm honey: Another trick is not to find all the sweets on the tray after 10 min. Make sure, if you are preparing for a celiac, that the candies do not contain gluten. Finally, cut the candied fruit and finish decorating.
I know that, so called, does not seem so simple. In fact, the difficulty is not in preparation, but in blind faith that we must have in who gives us the recipe. Accustomed to the rubbery date of gluten, it will seem very strange to work this dough texture that changes easily, which does not stick to hands, which seems a bit 'pale and unconvincing never completely. But imagine the joy of the people (especially children) who have been forced for years to eat struffoli sold in pharmacies, which have the same color, same taste and texture of the same river stones, when they see and tasted this wonder!

Ok, maybe these are not exactly a surprise, but my boyfriend does not like nor nor candies candied fruit ... what can I do?

EDIT: I added photos of all (and I mean all all) the stages of preparation. It seems like a good idea to update the pictures of the result. This year I've made many and I divided them into three trays: for my love



for the family of my love



e per la mia famiglia.

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I go away because ... # 2

Eccomi giunta alla parte più difficile dell'elenco: le "incomprensioni culturali". Ho pensato molto a cosa scrivere, ma certi concetti rimangono difficilissimi da esprimere. E, soprattutto, sono soggettivi.
Non esiste il paese perfetto - non è bello ciò che è bello, ma è looking like that. I do not like the sun, for one thing. And understand that this can be a problem for someone who lives in Sun City . There will certainly be many Swedes who hate the snow and nature, many who detest the English tea, many French do not like wine and cheese. These are things that do not depend on our will.
The lack of rules, in Naples, he brought two fundamental implications: we no longer have rights, then we help each other, and we have more responsibilities, so everyone feels free to do anything.
Let me explain, using a couple of examples: I have no right to running water at home, and this had been understood. When can I fill the tanks from 20 liters to stock up, as do my neighbors. Sometimes, however, that someone is caught off guard and left without supplies, and in that case, just because we all know how bad it can not even cook, do you race to help. Not to force the neighbor to return the favor when it's up to us, but because we all understand the discomfort he feels that person. Just as often, those who enter the post office takes a few extra numbers to pass, after a while 'time, the old ladies just to save their earnings in line. There empathy. We understand the suffering of others, even in small things. And since we know that nobody will ever help us, we help one another.
Regarding the duties, I have already said that this leads to a "freedom" absolute. Freedom to trample on others, for example. With impunity, among other things, given the lack of rights. So it happens that the doctors go to retrieve their wives infantry during working hours, someone parking in the middle of an intersection and falls out of the car to talk with a friend, that the professors decide to skip a couple of sessions of ' examinations, and so on.
Point is that someone has a duty to my right, as well as my duty is to the right of others. I have a duty to keep down the volume on the radio, because my neighbor has the right not to worry, I have the right to study, because the teachers have a duty to teach, I have a duty to respect the Highway , because others have the right to walk without fear for their lives. As another example, here the road signs seem invisible and I fear for my life but that of others, I know how things work and I adapt to the unwritten rules that motorists Neapolitan apply. Not only that. I care for others and I care for them. Like them, I know, they pay attention to me too. Just as motorists pay attention to them, for myself and for other motorists.
I said it is a difficult concept to express.
I try to explain better: the pedestrian knows that the motorist does not stop at the traffic lights and motorcycles that do not comply with the direction, then carefully before you cross the street and is ready to stop those who carelessly throws the basis the red light, the driver knows there is always some pedestrian who does not look before crossing, that goes with the red, but is always ready to stop, the motorist behind him knows that there is always some pedestrian who is thrown and the car in front stops, so it prepares to overtake, the first motorist knows that behind him and that is about to overtake him in danger of throwing under the walker, so I will try to occupy the center of the lane, so that the other is forced to slow down to pass, the pedestrian knows that reached the edge of the first car stops, it must check again that the road is free because there is always someone who surpasses. Complicated, eh? Just stop at the traffic lights and there would need all 'ste maneuvers. But do not stop at the traffic lights, in principle .
Another example? We return to the queue at the post: the post office employees know that there is always someone who complains, so they are rude to all in advance, the client knows that the employee is exacerbated by years of mail and therefore less prone to meet him, there are those who regularly try to be clever by jumping the queue (= no duty) and, inevitably, will arise heated discussions, which in some cases even come to fight, and I, twenty years old in good health and with a certain dose of indifference, I take a couple of extra numbers from the machine, I put the headphones and turn on the mp3 ball, so you do not hear any discussion, for a couple of numbers from my shift, the individual old people in need and saving them the row and discussions, as the cunning of Usually, they take it right with those old, who can not defend themselves and will not be defended by some staff of the post.
The time now is 15.15 and, theoretically, I should be able to rest without being disturbed by loud noises ... But my neighbor is doing vent granddaughter hysterical on the landing! I would have the right to stay in peace and the lady would have a duty to remain in his house, but I know that the house of the lady is a hole and the child does not have the space to move, why do I accept that casino at the door of my house. At the same time, the lady knows how to break the heavy balls with his behavior, so do not complain if, sometimes, I'll keep the stereo volume higher. If we had rights, the granddaughter of the lady could play at home or in a nursery school, instead of being forced to live in his grandmother's house, I would not have trouble and my neighbor would not be forced to accept the casino while the other unjustified to allow the children to play on the stairs.
I believe that the famous art of getting by "is born precisely from this lack of certainties. And, just because the message is not long enough, I make a good digression on this expression: "the art of getting by" shit, gentlemen! It's called desperation and is due to the fact that we have to accept everything and to invent a way to survive. To have rights, there would need to make do. You call it fantasy, creativity, art, and I feel if you say something like a mandolin you slip it up your ass.
Hoping that the concept is clear, therefore coming to conclusions.
I can not live like that.
There are people who like this. People who prefer to be free to park in the third row in case of need and support that they do others, people who feel freer to make the idea of late for an appointment or who appreciate imagination in finding solutions to problems.
I want certainty. I would have to follow universal rules, even stupid, but they apply to everyone and is not subject to interpretation, which is not in any way applicable fantasy. I'll dry, I'll be trivial ... but really hard to accept this way of life. There would need to help each other, if the rights all were being respected. What is considered by all my fellow citizens as a source of pride, altruism, is actually the effect of a common suffering.
Here I feel foreign, as if this culture, this way of life I do not belong at all. I always seem to have arrived in Naples for a week and not to be born, I never cease to amaze me of the behavior of my fellow citizens, for better or for worse. That is not a matter of vital importance, but I would leave here for that too.

EDIT: These two posts are born without a discussion with my friend Francesca. We promised to list all the reasons that push us to leave a bit to find 'the will to fight for this project. HERE found your interesting post. Note that you, despite finding himself the sea water that comes out of taps, not to break my balls neighbor as myself. What do you want us to have a social evil! Today

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I go away because ... # 1

Monaco is completely covered with snow. Who cares, you say. The problem is that I, after my holiday, I've left my heart in Monaco. When I was there I often wake up crying to the idea of having to return to Naples. And now that I'm back "home", I often wake up crying at not be in Monaco. Germany
And I even like it!
As promised, especially to Frank but to myself, here is the list of reasons why I want to leave from Naples, vaguely reminiscent of the "go / rest" Saviano and Fazio, except that I would stay here for anything world. On the other hand, I already wrote once: he's Saviano, I am no one, he has the courage to stay and fight, I will run away like a coward in a place where I will not be forced to fight.
My list can be divided into two different lists: the reasons for the survival, me and my loved ones is at risk in Naples and "whims", small cultural incompatibility so I do not live well here.
list of things that do not allow me to live well here we are surely the pollution, waste, total disorganization, the absolute lack of rules.
First, of course, I miss the water in Naples. Hot water in winter, running water in the summer, drinking water for cooking ... sooner or later I will make like Scrooge on the roof to fill buckets of rainwater. Indeed, not even that, since Naples is the European city with the highest pollution by nitrogen dioxide, the pollutant responsible for acid rain. Coming
therefore pollution, in addition to the officially recorded and reported, there is a pollution of toxic waste which few people speak. Since the disposal of waste is completely in the hands of the Camorra, the landfills are certainly not up to code and can easily happen that the buildings are constructed with asbestos "recycled" or that the soil is contaminated with heavy metals. Not by chance I had cancer in the first 13 years, while he was a dear friend dying at 18.
We were then taken to the notorious "garbage crisis". I had promised myself not to talk about, but since I am forced to put on the list, I take this opportunity to make a small digression.
To all those that think Naples is buried waste because of the left, because the Neapolitans are dirty, they know not manage because they are so stupid who can not take the garbage to the bins, why do not understand that by opening a new landfill would solve the problem: go fuck. First of all because you did not understand a shit, but also because judgments shoot undocumented and dare you judge us based on idiotic clichés. I hope you will find the same situation, to see your children dying of leukemia and cancer without even knowing why, of having to ask every time you eat "that I have before me is very healthy vegetable or poison?" of having to undergo assessments of stupid people like you, having to watch helplessly as crime organized destroy your lives and being forced, despite everything, to get by. Do not you concede even suicide. Assholes like you have to suffer until the last breath.
back to us, the garbage is one of the reasons why it has become impossible to live in Naples. Finally, among the substantive reasons why I would like to get away from here, there is a complete lack of organization. Just a few days ago I had a little misunderstanding with a friend of linguistic Asti. I used the expression "a bunch", which is obviously dialect, to tell her that I can not use the new msn. Well, I think that phrase is perfectly expressed in the lifestyle of Naples. Here, but I think also elsewhere in Italy, "deck" means "ass", which in turn is used as a term for "luck" - you've all said "that ass" instead of "lucky thing". My life goes on to fortune; also Pino Daniele, in a famous song, saying, "and everyone expects' to ciorta" (which is another word for fate). Every morning when I wake up, I must be lucky enough to find water to wash myself, I must be lucky enough to find the bus that takes me to university, I have to be lucky enough to find the professor in class, I have to get lucky to return home in less than 3 hours ... here there is no right, there is ciorta. And, by bus, in Naples there are no timetables for the bus. Indeed, there are just public transport. The new metro runs every 10 minutes, which for the standard Neapolitan is a miracle, but in respect of seconds to wait for Monaco, Stuttgart and London, sucks. However this is not me complaining. I live 12 km from the university and I have to wake up at 6:30 to get to class at 9. Whereas, when I do its very late, I leave home at 7.30, use more than an hour and a half to do 12 km, with an average speed of 8 km / h. EIGHT! But just because they accompany me to the subway car, or should I leave at 6.30. Under the bus pass my house on average once every 45 min on average, because I happened to wait up to two hours.
I must be lucky to make a medical examination, because the last time I tried The doctor was called in to help ... his wife! The poor, which inexplicably turned itself off suddenly as the car, asked for help to her husband, who deemed it right to abandon his patients waiting (who had already paid the ticket and had the facts straight months to get that visit) with the excuse of "urgent home visits."
I must have luck when I go to a public office, because the times are at the discretion of the employee and it may happen that he did not really want to work and then leave you to die waiting.
I have to get lucky after death, because if I do not have relatives bring me flowers, my body is thrown in a landfill by people who then resells the grave. Yes, in Naples have to be lucky even in death.
In short, I have no rights. I have no right to employment, housing, health. Here you live with favors and fortune and you do not have certezze.Ed is why I want to go: I want to live in a country where they have rights and duties, where things really work and we should not deal with this mess for the simplest tasks. I want a place to raise my children without fear of seeing them die at any moment, I want to be sure that if my rights are trampled, the problem becomes community, and will not go as my single.
Behold, this was the first of the two lists. On the second I think about tomorrow.

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Accidentally in Love. Equal


's wonderful how a few drinks (no glass) of liquor would allow you to see life as anything but respect. Tonight I leave a post on love. I ask forgiveness from Francesca, to whom I promised a very different message, which will come back when I'm sober.
MatchMaker Sinco to the benefit of a child who is hoping to set aside € 5 winnings with Christmas, is to ask your boyfriend to stand silent while a 'heavy, just because "today is so" ;; is "distracted" while playing a broom, hoping that the cards come out good opponent, you see a child who stole two chips from the kitchen and gives you one and a half and is very caring of ' influence that the other can pass, not only because it withstands hug and kiss him, is thinking of knitting a dress, just because your sister told you she likes the model, is to burn DVDs while four of a program to burn the one you love, it is hoped that others are more fortunate than you, because it hurts thinking that they can be disappointed.
To the family of my boyfriend for the wonderful evening spent, goes all my gratitude. And a kiss to the affected child, that tonight I could not pampered enough, at least for my taste.

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Equality according to my father, brother ZiaZ:
00.30 am, the noises of dishes from the kitchen. My father turned to me and makes me "but your brother is washing the dishes?". If god m'avesse with x-ray vision, maybe I know. I infer from the noise so. Continue with "but no good." I, thinking that she wanted to say maliciously that's not good for a man to wash the dishes, I ask explanations. He said, "This morning he woke up early, went to college, then do training, then return to the gym and was well prepared dinner. It must wake up early tomorrow. " Ok, I am now that I think the worst. In reality only a father expressed concern about the psychological and physical condition of my brother after a day of shit. More than fair. But

But he looks at me.
I look at him.
He keeps looking at me.
I start to play the pc.
he insists.
Realizing that I can not give a damn Nevertheless, he concludes, "maybe he feels compelled by the fact that your mother is not well."
and keep watching.
Now, I know what I wanted to tell me. He wanted to say "get up and go wash the dishes, woman!". Indeed, woman-nothing . But
pig shit, once, that my brother is a great effort to put the dishes in the dishwasher, I can afford the luxury of staying at the pc? No, because they are women. Or rather, because if mom is sick and tired Frati, is not considered the idea that he lift his ass off the chair and do something. Pretender me to do it for exclusion. My father likes to control. And then you shit because you have not followed orders according to his thought patterns, completely arbitrary and unpredictable. Because, among other things, one of his mental illness led him to consider the dishes washed in the dishwasher still dirty, unless you are placed in strategic positions to 20 cm apart. Practically, the rare times (a couple in his life) that made us the honor of putting the dishes in the dishwasher, we have entered three coffee cups, 4 plates and two pots. But close, eh! And to think
tonight I did not want to write do not think I would have done things that piss ...

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2 Pros and Cons

Oo What do you think of Saviano've already said in previous post: he is a hero, no ifs, ands but (and without blemish and without fear, you name it). I admit to being terribly cowardly. I would not have a tenth of his strength and his courage and, if possible, with the proceeds of Gomorrah I would have made a cottage in Sweden and I changed my name to Erik, and they enjoy all of the mafia. But not for nothing that he's Saviano and I am a foo any. So I repeat and emphasize that I have a boundless admiration and deep respect for him.
It's not what I want to talk, but some things are always better to specify them pretty well, so as not to create misunderstanding.
The topic of today, however, relates only to Saviano: The newspaper collects signatures against him and the unit picks up in his favor.
Here spiegatemela.
What a collection point? Reaching 100 signatures against, they will be given by a member of the government in case (because it is right that ministers representing the will of the people, no?) A rotating football ; to 1000 signatures, a sound spanking, to 10,000 signatures to get the extraction of molars without anesthesia; 100,000 signatures to go with the amputation of hands and tongue so that it can not tarnish this beautiful country with its infamous accusations, reached the one million will run on the public square, Vespa will implement a plastic fork, an electric chair and a gun and viewers click through to the coupled televoting GF and Italy in the lottery the preferred method of execution, if you reach 10 million signatures against him, the body will be torn to pieces and sold in the Annex to the Journal only € 4.90 extra. If
, Instead, we consider the signatures for, here comes the unfortunate writer: 100 signatures for a good baba 100; to 1000 signatures, in addition to baba and also browse the pizzas, so as not to make him feel too the distance from home to 10,000 signatures, one of those mafia-hearted listen to the voice of the people and that of Benigni and switch his sentence of death by gunshot in a sentence of death by sexual exhaustion, and send the 10,000 17 year olds who consume literally kisses (important that they are all minors, so if you could survive for ever condemn pedophilia) to 100,000 signatures, could give him one afternoon as a boy "normal", without fear, without the mafia, without escort and without problems, one million signatures in favor of the A1 Milan-Naples will be renamed in his name, when arriving 10 million signatures, will start the process of canonization. Finally, note that the Italians are about 60 million, it is mathematically possible for both sides to reach the 10 million votes, so it suits them eat the pizzas before baba, because they can be eaten without teeth, A1 will be renamed in his memory and in the Annex to the Journal will sell relics of a saint.
I, meanwhile, expect that someone in this country regain the right. Meanwhile, I begin to collect signatures on my behalf. You never know ...

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Who has the bread has no teeth ...


... and who has teeth has no bread.
may happen that the only day, after months in which the water is not even for a minute and was even an acceptable color is used to unblock all (indeed, for groped to unclog) the toilet. Obviously, all efforts useless.
But I learned something important. In fact, two.
The first is that the collection is one of those colossal pain in the ass. The
second is that universities sometimes can be useful. If ever you happen to ask yourself what the fuck you need to study the atomic structure exoskeleton of shrimp if you want to become geneticists know that certain information can come back sooner or later be really helpful. For example, if your father decides to throw the exoskeleton above the toilet instead of the body (do not decompose under your nose, because of its already stinks and is just two days conservarselo the case) and that I will completely clogged. Of course, if you had studied well, you'd be aware up front that there's nothing to do . The chitin is one of the strongest in nature. And mo 'cocks are.

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Lord never worse ... Equal

After reading the reactions of the Northern League Saviano's words (which for me is a hero), I suddenly feel proud to be Neapolitan. Of course, I live in utter squalor, I have no running water at home, my building is about to collapse, I live surrounded by the Camorra, every day I slalom between the world's most famous garbage, but ...
But could have been worse.
I could be born in Lombardy!

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As I said in my previous post, in my family we are a bit 'all pathological cases. Some more than others, and I, wrongly, I persecutes the poor aunt I am going to talk to when I practice the use of the word. They told me that my career started at 3 years, when I realized for the first time that the person I was before a specimen was quite unique. To be studied carefully. Being common among bloggers find cute nicknames for people they are talking about (it seems to me a bullshit, but it will be a privacy issue) ZiaZ I thought I'd call it, a bit 'cause I like the symmetry of Z, a little' because spinster aunt is too long, although I do not exclude using it from time to time. And then she is the embodiment of the myth of the spinster aunt that everyone, even in the best families, a little 'bigoted, old, that if you know that you kissed someone asks you to exorcise the boy and then report to sexual violence.
It must be said that my aunt loves me, poor dear, and though the love is reciprocated, I can not really fail to report on this blog some of his teachings, not just to make the simple irony (I've already ; said I do not like to shoot the red cross), but to give an idea of how the home-maid-Neapolitan media see the world. I prefer starting from the second equality of the sexes ZiaZ:
- when you cycle, do not go near the plants, otherwise die;
- eh, but that he deserved to be left! She thinks that her husband left his dirty socks around home and she even puts it in the bathroom, (this has haunted me for years, I swear! My husband will bring the tights!)
- and oh well, it is normal that your brother does not remake the bed, is man
- let me understand, you do not put things in order to Your father?;
- not to brag, but my sister is a real woman! Her husband leaves two dirty shirts to be washed daily and she spends all day Sunday to iron;
- when I was your age, for lunch I did find your father even freshly squeezed orange juice, (we know who we have to thank my father did not even know if pouring a glass of water)
- a girl like that way ... When her boyfriend went to his house, he always found embroidering;
- but you love him or not? So why should not sisemargli clothes in the closet?;
- found a nice Italian boy and then tell me if you still want to go abroad;
- I care more for your brother, so why a woman can ever be a housewife ...;
- you're sure that your sister is a good girl, and why want to go out with her friends and not just those of your brother?;
and so on, in a crescendo of monstrosity. You will understand that there is no love that can withstand. The height, in terms of equality, has reached a few days ago. My brother (who from now on, for convenience, call Friars) left home with my mother. In the morning I know is that she went to work and he came home with a new printer, bought on sale at 30 €. I understand that no one thought to keep a receipt from 30 € for a printer. I also realize that, over the years, we have accumulated receipts radio, VCRs, DVD players, monitors, TV, notebook, netbook, mp3 players, camcorders, cameras, radios, scanners, printers, keyboards, Muos, motherboards, ram, video and audio completely unnecessary, since there are no never served at all. And I emphasize the never. Then you'll understand that if after 10-odd years of various electronic gadgets, the only one that fails is what you have lost your receipt, you jump a pochinino nerves. Stupid (because I, sooner or later I'll learn to keep my mouth closed), I told him what had happened to my aunt. His response was, "why do not you and you kept the receipt?". I tried to point out that I, that day at that hour, I was sleeping peacefully in my bed, but I have nothing against the iron logic of ZiaZ. Because, you see, I am a woman ! So no matter if he bought that printer Friars alone (then I discovered that the mother waited in the car, which had already been late to work!), I'd have to ask the sales receipt and jealously guard it, because if ever the printer was broken, the responsibility had to be all mine, as a woman. I tried to ask if this man is absolutely de-responsibility due to its inability or its superiority (ie, it is too fool to keep a receipt or is too "sir" to deal with certain meanness?) and the response was "you you're strange. Wrong reasons. Make sure that sooner or later your boyfriend is too tired. " I
, strong of his teachings, I have established some ground rules with my boyfriend: we will divide the housework and we will do the shopping together, settle out her closet, so it's ever likely to having to ask where are his socks (in a drawer - which drawer? - your - but which one? - the first - no - right - there are - look better - there are - look better - there are ... ah, here they are) , will bring his dirty laundry in the laundry basket and trouble if I leave it around, if you would change five shirts a day, free to do so provided that if the wash, and whether the board. You will not love him enough, it will be a woman of "hurt" or that are not a "real woman", but I do not like the idea of spending time picking up dirty underwear around the house and ironing shirts. Could, I'd rather do something else. Possibly
with him. Possibly
sex.
ie not providing generous aid to those who should be my duties as a woman-mother-wife, I believe we will gain too. Sure, I'll be a woman-mother-wife failed, unable to carry out a home, meet the sexual needs of my husband, work and raise children alone.
At the end of this post, as this blog has three readers and one of them is really my boyfriend, I wish him good morning with a romantic song that so reminds me of our situation. So can not say that I did not warn you!
And since the other two players (indeed, readers) do not understand the Neapolitan, I add the translation.


Get a woman, treat her badly
,
mandala every now and then hospital
not calculate it, and when you touch the four
kicked in the mouth.
You understand that you are an animal,
do feel that the stronger you are,
sometimes you have to break the teeth
with these systems to teach her to live.
then you'll see that you love because the woman

like to take and then you'll see that he will understand that
slaps can not live without.
Get a woman, treat her well
,
mandala on holiday in Fregene,
flaws mink and even diamond,
let you take a lover,
flaws make the lady with the dog, go ahead
the villa in Positano,
the need to buy a nice Toyota
the fashionable woman your wife wants to do. So yes

'll leave you will not want to wash your socks, *
then being left alone
just because your wife sends you to fancu * o.
No dear friend, the argument did not hold, the
I take every day by my wife;
that hit me, drag me by the hair,
me the kick in the kidneys.
I was looking for the perfect woman, but my wife
pushed around,
sometimes work well on the ground
happens if I do not want a war iron.
In this love there is no dignity,
commands the woman and the man accepts it, and I remember the words of

mom "you what do you do with the end of dad. "

* but this is a sock down the Neapolitans? That is, a woman has to go for this life to wash socks picked up from every corner of the house? Or, better yet, to remove the man personally, when back from work tired and worn out, he sits on his chair and his wife is already on all fours with his slippers in his mouth?

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Oo

This morning when I wake up, I have found my uncle in the kitchen. My uncles (and my aunts, of course) are all subjects of limited, but it is too late to dwell with the explanation of certain mental perversions. Fortunately I was still sleeping, although my body walk alone in the house, so why have not been able to understand the infamy that told me my uncle. Better yet, I could not answer him. So I have not pissed off early in the morning and I did well the figure of the "superiority" that does not lower its level of acute coglionaggine. I should live life half asleep.
Anyway ... chatting amiably to what had gone bankrupt, selfish and hopeless, when my brother came into the kitchen. Look
uncle.
fateful phrase: "and you when you graduate?". What has responded
I missed my brother, I thought that was dunking the biscuit in my cappuccino and, in general, let alone if I go to the hall of the brain to listen to what my uncle says. Rather than reflect on what had been stupid my brother, knowing of his presence, to enter the kitchen. I mean, I knew that the mica was my uncle! Otherwise, with the cabbage that I got out of bed ...
Suddenly, though, I look up from schiumina cappuccino and I see my uncle with his mouth open and eyes wide open. And then I hear him yell at my innocent brother: "you want to stay in Naples?" .
smile. I know
the sincere answer to this question is yes. I often try to convince my relatives to emigrate to the ends of the world. I make them that even the North Pole ice, melted in the fire, the water we drink is healthier. And polar bears are a better company of our neighbors. And we could also meet Santa Claus. And the life expectancy of a naked man at -70 ° C are always higher than those of an honest person in that of Naples. But no, my brother just can not get it! He, here, is well . Glad he ... However, it is aware that his masochistic streak is incomprehensible to most (it is also incomprehensible to me that I am the sister!), so it was corrected immediately, avoiding a heart attack the poor uncle, "but no, I want to be where I find I can work and live well. " Diplomatic. Too bad for the heart attack, I'm a bit 'Hopefully. I would have been still too dazed to fully enjoy the event, but I'm sure I would have been a great feeling of lightness throughout the day.
remains clear that, for anyone, the idea of want to live in Naples, as a free choice, or is a concept alien and incomprehensible, or is it something to be ashamed to throw in there a conversation between friends and then go back on everything, look down and suffer in silence, because you know inside you that Naples is beautiful, you know is your house, you know that apparterrai forever. But you also know that what you feel bound has already been destroyed, you know your city, your home , nothing remains but a heap of rubble buried under tons of garbage.

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denial of reality.


back on the same subject yesterday. I never get tired of complaining about the crap that I have to water bear the subisco for 25 years and then I'm sick really.
time ago we were watching a program with Alberto Angela, who, to present a report on water quality in water systems, introduced him by saying "we know that water should be odorless, colorless and tasteless. But really these three features are enough to make good the tap water? "And then, of course, invited the spectators to follow the magical world of quality control of water supplies. I respect both Alberto Angela and I have certainly not going to doubt his words. The key, however, it's all in the premise. Why
, at the end of the service, my father dared to tell me that I bad to drink bottled water because it is carcinogenic and do not know what else, and (Angela docet) that tap water is healthy and controlled. When I timidly tried to point out to him that in the introduction to service Angela had taken for granted that the water was colorless , the nodore and tasteless, he had the courage to answer that:
the color brown is given by I do not know which substances are completely harmless, if not healthy;
the smell is that of using chlorine to disinfect the evening does not quite know what;
the flavor of lime is good in the end, and I'm one that clings to every excuse just to complain.
The pee is sterile, unless you have some infection, but not for this I would drink it. The fact that the color is given by substances harmful to my health (statement a bit 'risky and yet to be verified) I did not make it more palatable.
Chlorine has a very different smell, in my life I even attended a pool and I know what the Chlorine ... the smell of the water in my house seems to drain much of Regi Lagni .
Finally, I do not care how much football has made strong teeth of my grandfather. I have 25 years and all the molars to be remade, although this slime drunk for most of my life. On the other hand, I were coming to kidney stones.
The problem is that my father and many like him in Naples, will never admit that something so disgusting face in Naples. Everything is good here. Never complain, there are people who are waaay worse (in Africa, perhaps). Already we think of the news to say many things bad of this wonderful city, you need someone to defend and notice how the world has to offer.
Otherwise we do a bad impression with tourists.

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A good day starts in the morning.


Since many stories to tell, I thought I would start right after waking. The next morning, the world always reminds me that I do not live in cold Sweden, but in the beautiful city of the sun. So, why did the homes hot water supply? O of drinking water? Or just water? In fact, in the morning, water to my house you have never seen EVER!
short, as a hello, the ARIN always gives me moments of calm and relaxation, allowing you to relax in the kitchen while waiting for the water I kept the night before, like a good little ant, to reach a temperature that allows me to do the bidet without freezing your ass. One nice thing, really.
Imagine, for example, want to take a shower. Why would it just wake up, maybe with breakfast on the stomach, then you are blocking the digestion and ended up in hospital? Why the desire to try to brush your teeth if we're going to get a nice coffee bar with colleagues? Why think of the bidet, since your intimate areas will be closed under layers of pants and trousers? Mica'll want to have sex with his colleagues?
There, ARIN will help maintain the integrity the family, to tone the muscles of the seat, to control the waste (I swear to have been able to wash your hair with 1.5 liters of water. Try it you!).
not enough? But you're insatiable! All right, all these advantages add a pinch of color that this water leads to the miraculous lives of us all. What color? The brown color that never goes out of fashion, goes well with everything and gives your skin a shade of amber so perfect straight out of a beauty salon instead of a shower. This, of course, if the water arrives. And if it maintains a constant temperature of 10 ° C. And if you're lucky it leaves the water only brown instead of black.
Of course, there is some minor inconvenience. You try to go home at 6 o'clock in the afternoon (because, living in the suburbs, a couple of hours to get home from work it takes) and wash the dishes, doing laundry, trying to make a poor washed the floors, cook dinner and lunch the next day (and if you should wish to pasta, remember to conserve water to boil!), take a shower and, perhaps, leave to other family members. Then there are special cases. Type the children need to convince a baby to poop only make from 17 to 24, otherwise, or for hunting or water, the baby's bottom Brown's remains. Or the elderly 'sti old have a nasty habit of washing in the morning, and maybe, with the excuse of rheumatism, also claim the hot water! As lack of adaptation of spirit!
But to be fair, it must be said that from 17-18 in the afternoon until midnight, the water comes out and is not even brown. Just knowing how to arrange, no? We Neapolitans should be teachers in certain areas (and who knows why).
course, then it happens that somebody up there loves you so much that, in addition to the good morning, will also give you good night, it happens, as it happened to me tonight, that in the middle of a wash water becomes black evening teeth suddenly. And so on, I put a toothbrush, toothpaste and swallow understand why God made me an atheist.
did not want to bother him by cursing him.

How High Should A Tie Be

lil_eveline @ 2010-11-11T16: 46:00

And so, I'm here too. Yet another blog on the Internet, which does not pretend to be particularly brilliant, original or interesting. The only purpose is to vent, because in one way or another, everybody needs it. I live in a place that I could call in many ways, but I prefer to be vulgar and start immediately clear what I think of my city is a shit! When it comes
Naples is always in danger of falling into the rhetoric or indulge in criticisms "easy". On the other hand, in a single week of life can accumulate reasons to complain for a week. However, shoot the red cross is all too easy, so I will not complain about the Camorra, or rubbish, or living common places of sea, sun and pizza. Simply, telling the daily struggle for survival of a normal person, municipality, some 'anonymous.
But first introduce myself: My name is Paola, I spent my 25 years of extricating himself from the paranoia of my father and my mother's depression, trying as much as possible to avoid the bullets that the Camorra and the fool who live in my building sometimes exchanged. I learned to "get me on my own and do not place too much confidence," the basic rule to live in a place so welcoming to deserve the nickname of the Bronx. And now I hear in my mind, my father's voice, which reminds me that in this city are all friends, welcoming, kind and friendly with others. I also want to believe him, but for now I have no evidence. Grant him the benefit of the doubt, as we grant to all those who, in passing, will want to support the same thesis. I, for the moment, I experience very different.
The title of the blog I copied from a post on Sweden, where the owner told of how irritating the fact that the Swedes would demonstrate to outsiders' who could be the perfect world, if only it were as Sweden ". Well, lady mad and tired of living in a country "where everything works, but the people are cold and the pasta sucks", I invite you to experience the hospitality officially Neapolitan. I'll pay the outward journey and, if you survive, yet to return.

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ROME MASTER 2010 - (for me from 28/4  to  2/5)
Ok, here I am again! What an amazing adventure! Beautiful days and incredible experience, gorgeous and cute players, wonderful places, sunny and hot days in Rome and multiple interesting (and not) people from various countries.....
Rafa Nadal: no way, he's the best and really gorgeous in person - amazingly humble, quite, patient and calm....
Juan "Pico" Monaco: a surprise! More handsome in person, kind and brave in tennis playing....fantastic guy!
David Ferrer: too introvert but quite a great claycourt player, incredible green/grey eyes!
Novak Djokovic: he never gave me particular feelings, I found him quite boring in his playing, I still can't believe he's #2 in ranking!
Roger Federer: he is exactly as you see on pics....extremely irritating in his bothering way of playing at tennis during this Master! Better as a dad!
Fernando Verdasco: I think he was totally exausted from too much tournaments in the last weeks....and he chocked awfully against a solid Ferrer in the semis!
Andy Murray: clay is not his fav ground and you see it from the very poor results in these last tournaments. He's prettier in person, very shy but humble, I like him nowadays!
Pablo Cuevas: Pico's partner in double, same old Rafa's age, a very cute guy from Uruguay, a little surprise him too!
Feliciano Lopez: despite the huge delusion vs Gulbis (now I understood why he chocked the 2nd set terribly!) I found him simply beautiful....what a pair of eyes either! Magnificient man!
all the others.....fantastic people, from Pietrangeli to Volandri, from the other italians players (Simone Bolelli is handsome indeed!) to city of Rome, Dino & Daniela.....everything was quite amazing!
Ok stop bubbling! I'll let pics (mine, lasamy   's and Mary Robinson's) speak themselves!