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Here we are, almost a month has passed and everything is going very well. The first day of the week (last week) are spent lazy since, having found a job, I actually had a shit to do.
I furnished my room, finally. I went into a kind of department store and bought linen pillowcases pillows covered. All black, class. Sure, I'm Fucking: just open the package I discovered that all my bedding is only partially black, the rest is a kind of tune but in shades of gray pellicciadileopardo indecent. My room now looks the chamber of a pimp, a gigolo, we lack only the mirror on the ceiling and then I'm fine.
There is also to say that the sense of taste and aesthetics that they have here, in fact those fucking sheets are just fine. To be clear: to go to work I bought the pants and jacket from those omenét. Shit, I also think all'Oviesse stuff that you would ask "Are you sure?" before beating the ticket. Obscene. Here I make a great impression.
Yes, kiwifruit (white ones) have not the slightest sense of aesthetics. And this is just fine except that the system is in their hands - and rightly so, is their home. But the consequence is that a poor giuovane like me who do not say I have great taste but at least I would like to introduce "idiot in the least possible" (cited in The Deboscio), I can not. There are shops that sell decent stuff.
On the other hand here is spent just enough to dress even the cock. In Italy you spend even 60, 80 € T-shirt printed with the simple shit, here you bring them home with 25 neuro. Which I would say that it's okay.

And speaking of €, is an amazing thing happened. I have three Euros. Poof, magic, appeared so in a way that seem like science fiction in Italy. How did I bring up three euros so? Simple: I put them in the BANK. Exactly.
Let's talk about my bank account in Italy: Interest income - I got the package last week - are 0.010% and I think are cleared every three months, less the costs of administration and various cocks. Bottom line: your nest egg will never grow. To make it grow you have to invest, and I think you're lucky if we derive a 3% or so.
There are two types of account: the current account and savings account. You do them to you both. The current account does not give you interest, is that where you have the cash, and you use every day. It has a monthly fee which I think is $ 5 (2 € and something with the current exchange rate), you can choose to have no fixed cost but I do not pay any transaction you should, here you use an ATM anywhere really, even the disco when you beer orders have POS terminals in each location, fast and reliable. The savings account has no running costs and gives you seven percent interest each month. In short, I took me a little of euros and the other day, as if by magic, I noticed that they were raised. Things of this world.

Punctual as a Swiss clock, as reliable as a Macintosh, that's the drive or who knows who actually sent me the license. Now I have here, beautiful, in my wallet, New Zealand Drivers Licence, as beautiful as the sun. I think later or in the coming days I am going to conclude my insurance policy RCA - I do not know if I've already said - this costs 70 euros per year. I said seventy. Make them pay and damages. Remains out of gas in the wood, call them and they will carry the fuel tank. Seventy € per year. And I do it for me, not for the car. So I can do with the car accident the first jerk who pays me and are in place. Sci.

I started the job. It 'actually Funny, I have to sensitize people to the cause type ciaochebruttoinafricasimuoredifameadottaunbambino third worldism. All this mainly door to door, like Jehovah's Witnesses, but also occasionally in malls or something. We tried for a couple of hours on Friday and are also able to place a small child. And good Taissa.

To celebrate, Friday was drunk in a really indecent. Before we went to a place called Bar 3, located within the kind of mall that is under the Sky Tower. The good news is that they put on hip hop. The downside is that they put the house 8 years ago, so not old enough to be old school: it was just old. We therefore
moved to a place called Lounge where thank god do not call lounge music but god damn make music hiphop. I killed them with the shot called Backdraft. Tray with glass top, fill the glass can not remember what, pay another thing on top of the cup that overflows into the saucer, set fire to everything, turn off the fire with another glass, pull it up with all the fumes of alcohol to 'inside, I make them draw straws with na and then you drink the shot. Picturesque. I died. On the way back I had to ask the driver to drop me to vomit on the street corner, I heard Eminem.

The next day, C's sister's birthday, we went to a Japanese. I think the technical term is Teppanyaki but I could be wrong, I only know the Japanese Bukkake. The fact is that is that place where every table has a plate, you order and the chef is cooking in front of you and doing all those circus acts with the knife, you pull the food in your mouth, makes the juggling and various cocks. I'm going more places in sti more I realize that my hand should be genetically structured in a manner inconsistent with the stirrers. There is no way, are those with a disabled person. But I am stubborn and never ask a fork in some way I can eat. Davo more show I tried to eat the rice that the chef zakzazkzakzakzak to do with knives.
Oh well we had to cook most of the room so it is not prevented sti which did great numbers.

lazy Sunday spent, now I have the day off and then fooling around, tonight we look at the new 007. I that movie I slam my balls I had never seen a film of 007, moved by compassion C I rented Casino Royale, and we just looked at it last night, it seems to me a piece of shit, I will see how Quantum of Solace. Among other things I still have trouble understanding spoken English, and then watch them in Ingels films with English subtitles. At the movies are not there, then boh. I watched Rocknrolla (to Guy Ritchie) and I knew half the story, I looked at them and Mirrors oh well, there was no plot to understand, another film of shit. Of course I shit under guard, because I saw a half.

Today I reapply for the number for the fees (and is also the case, without taxing me that 45% of salary to be safe, instead of 20% or less to be taxed in reality) because I have returned my question by saying that I had provided the license was expired. That is true, but I attached the sheet of the Provincial Health Services which states that my license is renewed. Not to say as many cocks and so they have decided to star safer to fuck. Fuck, I paid to have it translated. But I bring all so fantastic with my NZ license and eat in the head at all, Tze. A resent

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This week has been full of events giuoiosi.

First, I have my license. That's here. In this blessed country we can provide with Italian license (including expired, provided it has not expired for more than a year), a bank statement (to prove you have an address), and 22 € at the passport agency insurance.
They joyfully examine the above, they make you an eye test them directly to the bar with coffee na (I've spent a miracle), photos, and you're na ta-dan, you have the license for New Zealand. That is, for now I have the pink sheet because the license to manufacture and ship directly to me at home.
Too bad, no 125, only cars and mopeds.

now is to take driving lessons (from C. of course) but before I do the insurance. Who here is made on the person, not the machine. Costs a ridiculous figure, less than 100 € per year and covers all menate RCA plus: if you close the keys inside the car is dealing with the insurance. If gasoline remains without insurance makes you the man with the tank and you pay only the Benz that takes you. If your car breaks down you will tow up to Auckland although it remains standing in barbagia. If you are out of town for the important things they pay you well if your rental car breaks down. And things like that. I guess that's good. Now I just have to see if they make it through here or sti with someone else.

Joyfully I discovered that for two weeks, the CV that I sent out had the wrong telephone number. Potentially I could have found work right away and instead nada. I have discovered why after sending a resume in the evening I get an email from the company in question when I say we have tried to call but boh. Check the number, diocane, We want to hear you do an interview.
The next day I try to call them but do not respond. But I'm in the center and while we are going there to make an appointment to talk I am. Find the skyscraper, go to (the elevators here are the kind of missiles, it seems to stay at Gardaland, plan to get to 17 it takes me as much as the elevator of my house takes to go to the second). Surprise, the head is free, what a coincidence, we'll do the interview immediately.
Moral of the story, half an hour later magically cease to be unemployed. Thursday's start at the company whose name I will not say, but it is a charity where children away s'adottano or fan donations to build a well in africa and the like. I will do the ambassador fundraiser that english sounds too cool to say it but it is the humanitarian version of what will sell the goblin, or Jehovah's Witness. Only instead of selling vacuum cleaners door to the sound I'll sell you for children. It seems
economic inter alia, cost around € 20-30 per month. It 's true that to buy from the third world is saved. After much

also finally turn with three cups Bialetti Moka. I had seen the first few days but I did not have the money yet. Then I got the money but I have not found the shop. I finally Ribecco (and search for home sellers of children) and now I have the coffee as it should. They also sell the lavazza in supermarkets is very good. The Barilla pasta, so I could indulge in my famous pasta with zucchini, better known as the menu A. Tonight I will make the menu B which is pasta with broccoli. Then my culinary career will end because I can not do anything else. I also bought what I thought was tomato sauce. I've also made the sauce and I ate. And when I did I realized that was not tomato sauce, tomato was something else, something obscene. Half pasta thrown, the rest I ate because I was starve.

The diet I am following is practically the only Asian. Great Chinese Japanese Korean Vietnamese Thai Filipino and well decorated. And 'nice because here in China are Chinese, the Japanese are Japanese, the Thai are Thai and so on. Chinese in Italy are all pretending. What a beautiful.

This weekend I went out. The hip-hop music, one that usually gets up before the music starts to dance, that saw music boring that we need as a pre-event, here, here is the event that of the evening.
Friday we were at a place called Fu Bar Hiphop course. There was a DJ from France who put his music pathetic. Because he's Vietnamese roots, had the original idea of \u200b\u200btaking samples of traditional songs from vietnam, put on his usual beat and low and behold the exotic mix of shit. Boredom. Luckily I was bar was connected by a hallway to another bar that I forgot the name, but there was a band playing a kind of rockemogoth and whose guitarist / singer looked like my friend Damian with a haircut by metalhead Cognola of the nineties (which is what I had in 14 years). But they were funny.
After this place we went to a friends house and then swill home. By taxi, the cops here are bad.

Yesterday, barbecue, then tuttialcosohiphopchechogliingressiv.ip
arrive and I candidly do "ah but it's a club?'ve Been there before in sti days, I thought it was an internet cafe lol" we go and it was actually one of those places where full of playstation the nerds are playing. But there was a DJ and dancing. It was just us, tizie some very dark and a bunch of niggers. Note
color. At one point I go to the toilet. Pissing enter a Negro. It tells me something, I say, note the emphasis. Where are you from me, I say Italy.
Ah, I am from Ethiopia. We've colonized, or have tried.
Panico. I thought it would kill me. Instead no. But go and have colonized Libya, I do not know much, but we won the World Cup. Ride, good evening, hello. Salvo.
Then you go to a place called Khujo, to hear the concert version of Aucklandese of Tabasco. But these are more but have less charisma. They are good, I do not remember their name, the group is a famous actress of TV series here, Shortland Street. Funny enough, you do 4.30.
After that you decide to go somewhere else. We arrive but it is closed, there seems to have been the police, I do not understand, you go home. I think that I have never been up so much that four years is in part, except for air travel but that does not count because it was the jet lag.

lazy day today, you are at home, I'm preparing myself mentally to care for broccoli, C. corrects examinations of medical students, then we will watch a DVD, relax, Sunday, all right.

And that's it.

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week has passed without significant events. I distributed a few resumes and without conviction also because I still can not work in reality. To do this I need the IRD number is that by which I can (happy) to pay taxes. To get it just go to the post office with some paperwork. The problem is that with the other paperwork also includes a driver's license - as you might guess - in My case is in Italian and do not take shit.

Therefore we are currently without my license since it is located in a prestigious office in Queen Street where diligent translators authorized by the government are translating my license in order to make it valid for menate tape. I catch will be solved when the post office and the IRD.

's not all: with my license translated, my passport and 22 Euros in my hand I can bear (and I) at a certain office. They look at the above things, I will do the eye test and I will deliver the pink sheet that will help me to drive while I wait to spend a week, because I need time to be delivered my new, sexy and valid license nuovozelandese equal to that which anyone born here.

Apart from this week's I met some Italians who live here. It 's weird, I turned first to the Italian city without seeing it anywhere, then one day I met a guy in Rovereto around the city, and from that time, Italians everywhere. Like mushrooms. All nice, all right, and now I know where to go for a coffee like ours though, I must admit, I am developing a boundless passion for cafe-latte with cinnamon, which leads me to burn at least € 4 per day from Starbucks. I have to limit myself.

Today I meet with my roommate and I take possession of my room. Since I do not know how it goes and how I will stay in that house so I will not even internet to check e-mail updates and I'll still count on C. So the plan of the day is to go to buy sheets and various cocks and, while we have a decent jacket to face various interviews.

This weekend we were in a town called Hamilton to find the family of C. Nice weekend but the city was so miserable and pointless that I have not even took a picture.

My diet is now officially with almond eyes. Vietnamese, Thai, Korean, Japanese, Filipino, Malaysian, Chinese ... I do not even remember how it's done with a knife. With stirrers I do constantly shitting but many of the people mentioned above do not, but use a fork and spoon. Yes, cut with a spoon and a fork to push food on it and yum. One gets used. And then you go to these beautiful places that you walk out that ghetto smell of various foods ... yum yum.

For transport there are problems, I saw that for better or worse every bus goes downtown and they put us like 20 minutes to get there, passing through the station every 5 minutes, then no problem. Then bring all that I am going to live in the other house that is even closer to the center will be even easier, bike and go.

there is more to say, here goes everything perfectly, you should come to make us jump.

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Since I do not write at all I've got cocks one by one I do a blog that seems like something faster.

I have 40% battery left and then I write what I can then hello.



TRIP.

Verona Frankfurt a walk. Airport friendly, I've already seen the first black man dressed as a black America "and already I was the shit. I bought some of the internet to make me spend 5 hours and then off. Frankfurt Tokyo

two balls. 10 hours of love, sleep on the seats are uncomfortable and in fact I could not do much, but I had next two Japs nice that when we have served the food (Japanese) I have explained what which was liquid in the tank and bona them.

The airport in Tokyo is cool, I was expecting something like a city and yet there are many shops, many terminal but it is not that just ruins them with his mouth open saying oooooh. He's comfortable with that 500 yen (which I do not think much of a girlfriend) will rent for half an hour na room in which you make your shower, you wash and everything. They give their all, clean towels, garbage washing, etc. For 1000 you get an hour's room with beds, and 500 yen for each additional hour. I have looked well, I have done some little round, I bought of the internet, I slept on chairs, and 10 hours are flown. Like hell.

Tokyo Auckland. E 'became a Tokyo-Auckland-Christchurch, a bit like saying that you're doing London-Milan-Rome-Milan to London. Oh well. This lasted a little longer, however, the private plane had screens for each seat so you could choose which movie to watch, you could also play video games. I did some shit in tetris, I watched Hancock, I fell asleep again at the beginning of tropical thunder.

ARRIVAL.
landing, the first thing that left me a bit so it is that Auckland is flat. Apart from these four skyscrapers in the center of the cross, the rest are all small houses with one or two floors. But oh well, you get used to. The urban landscape is very English, all houses and shops made them so, I like. Drive on the left and fuck, but at least the speedometer and all are with the metric system by then.

I still do not orient myself a girlfriend, like Cheryl's house barely know in which direction is the town - and thanks to the fucking, it's only one way to do. I saw where my house is too cute and Melaia, the roommate, is nice. I also have a guitar shop in front. You never know is that I want to learn guitar.

The first two days were bureaucratic, drink beer, open bank account (contact me if you want transfers), made the phone nuovozelandese, several cocks. Cheryl

Friday is due to go to work and I went with her. Tour the hospital coffee, the way to town - I am lost twice trying to get to the center when it would just follow the straight road from the hospital but oh well.
The center is nice. Flats, just look up, then go back to look down, and certainly the best one in town is not here, the palaces are like thousands of other palaces. Full of Asians.
The sea is nice, I have walked around for six hours on foot, the center, up to Ponsonby, then back, Albert Park, the center again, round and round, just to take confidence. The center is small, as is the whole city really. I think if I were to be a tourist in a serious way I would see everything there is to see in three days.

The people here are what I expected. Who have the aura of rustic that surrounds them, you are just from him caresses the neck. Fortunately, Asians are ok. Full of pacific islanders who are nice, but the whites are really Faccioni by simpletons. The coffee is
smerdaria expected it to be. And of course I like being smerdaria. I take the one with the cinnamon, and slam it into 5 or 6 bags of sugar.
The pubs are like in England, then not even waste time to describe them.
places to eat Asian ghetto are always fantastic and I think I'll eat them when I'm away from home.
the radio are pretty much just hiphop shit that I feel like crap. I now point views have been Americanized, there is no escape, if you try to put something like different cocks and banger or get tired. What's Syndrome.

After the tour we have Cheryl and I took the car (that is, she took the car, I took the pringles) and headed north. Planned trip by two weeks. Planned cock of course, it was decided to go north without knowing dovecomeperchè. We arrived in
Warkqualcosa and we stayed in a motel cute and then we went to the fair around the country. Then we left and arrived in Whangharei boredom that sucks. We found them near waterfalls and we had a tour of the woods, then head to the sea, Tutukaka. Nice name.

We found a motel for 70 € per night it was something Where's My Car. You say it cost too much for NZ. He was on top of a promontory overlooking the sea, rooms on two floors, bathroom kitchen and living room downstairs, bedroom upstairs with balcony, all to the east, watching the sun rise (with shit). 70 €. 35 apiece. Ah, how nice, miss na room at Romande Levico Terme overlooking the house in front of us would pay.

Oh well then we came back, all right.

Jetlag. No shit. I sleep at 7 pm and woke up at 4-5 at night unable to sleep. For the first two days. By Friday night, everything went fine.

Ok, battery almost gone and then I put the PC in office and hello, that tomorrow I need to look for work actively Giacchè attack in the name of Christ.

Thursday morning at 4:30 am going to take the Ch with her parents at the airport. Tensioneeeeeee. It will be fun.

As for the photos http://www.aggettivo7.com/auckland.zip here there are some zipped, For the rest who faccialibro look there that I put up.

Hello everyone, I miss you all to hear from, blacks.