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Prevent the payment in cash for different countries from Italy

We happened to this need for the site of one of our customers www.labstore.it : amministrave issues in practice it was necessary to prevent users from non-Italian to choose the cash as payment. Virtue Mart does not in any way from the control panel management of the genre, as it does well with the shipping methods. Hand
code, then:

The file we need is called ps_payment_method and is found in / administrator / components / com_virtuemart / classes.
At line 411: $

db_contra = new ps_DB;

$ sql_contra = "SELECT country FROM # __ {vm} _user_info WHERE user_id = ". $ GLOBALS ['auth'] ['user_id']." LIMIT 1 ";

$ db_contra-> query ($ sql_contra)

$ db_contra-> next_record ();

naz_contra $ = $ db_contra-> f (" country ") ;

Then after the line 422 add

if (($ db-> f ("Cash payment_method_name ")=='')&&($ naz_contra! == 'ITA')) {continue;

} Save the file and drink a beer in our face.

note: this change so as we see it only works with the Italian version. In theory it should change the text "Flag" with the constant virtuemart net of translation.

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WC (a) Ready to go

Here we go ... ready to start.

Behind the promise of money is what I'm ready to do. Leave everything and everyone.

Although some people think that I have nothing here, nothing can alleviate the sense of dread that I feel at this time.

Because maybe I had found something that was worth staying. Right now I have to leave. Maybe that's why I have to. Just because it's so warmly reassuring the way comes to mind and I dug into it.

But we'll see. Meanwhile, I'm afraid. And I will just ignore it. Unconsciously.

Money ... I've never needed as now. How disgusting ... may need for my materials are ready to give up the people I love?

But I do not live well now. I do not live. Also to scrounge. Still without a penny Scamuffa, always scraping the bottom to go on, always thinking what can I do to cover the debt I have with the school, also in talks to do away, in places inconvenient for unnecessary work, detestable, I would not do not even have to maintain a hypothetical child, which fortunately is not.

millemila Always deny me things I can not do because there's the rent, bills and spending. And I'm ashamed of this.

is not a series of complaints, although it seems. Are the findings. Are all those quotes, those commas, whole series of signs that give my life to the words of a bitter tone. So bitter that I decided to leave.

And from now will be the opposite: love words softened by details that make it all bearable.

sadness that my Mom, but I'm doing?! I should be happy to go away, all these people, because I can hardly bear it, that do nothing but criticize what (not) do, what they are (not), what they expect me to be. We are a source of mutual disappointment, so there's no reason to stay. Here are a burden because I do not have a job.

I should be happy to give up life or rather, the existence of hardship that I am doing.

Christ's sake, when did I become so? Nor do I know who to thank. Maybe all the people I met, or maybe just myself. Most likely both.

For once the work is promising indeed. For once I have a golden opportunity in his hands.

No, not true ... I'm lying like never before. I'm not ready. Minimally.

The truth is that I'm afraid. A fucking scared, so big and deep and cold that I would be willing to drop everything and run away and hide in the bathroom to cry at any moment. I'm afraid

not up to the assignment that was given to me. I fear that the work is a hoax, that money does not come, I fear that this work makes me quit the university to give up my friends, not to find them, of losing the affinity I have with them ... I'm afraid of become one of those people who now walk down the street and look to us as idiots full of themselves thinking only about money. And I fear that the evenings are all gray, all the same. I'm afraid I do not find anyone up to trust, to talk with which to cry.

But above all I fear getting lost in some mechanism that I will consume sick until I shut down, becoming gray to to make me lose the strength that I feel inside even if it is dormant under a layer of cold ashes.

I am so afraid that tremble without hope.

do not know what I do to shake this. I just know that I can not speak, because if I did lose the urge to leave immediately. And my damn pockets will not let me.

I would not leave. Even if this promises to be the occasion of my life.

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How can prevent a drop of water to dry? Into the sea ...

Things never go as you think ...
Another night you wake up, and you wonder if you were wrong for that promise, if you lied to a caress ...

For this trip you need courage, love for this bend fate.
rest next to you on this path, however you please give me your hand ...
I'll show you something good ...

And whatever it was, has already been and place it in our past.

Come with me ... I'll take over deserts that I found with you.
Come with me: I will bring you to those depths where I lose.


And I am a queen, I will summer and fog in the morning, 'll be your honey, I'll your sails ...
And for this I ask: A mami!

The things never go as you think ...
The broken heart is full of tears, time is a thief of things never said, and I know that back never to return.

Yet you still rest near, tonight remains on this pillow ...
I'll show you something good ...

And everything that has been has been, and will put it in our past!

Come with me, I'll take over deserts that I found you!
come with me I will lead you, to those depths where I lose ...

And I am a queen, I will summer and fog in the morning, 'll be your honey, I'll be your sails ,

and for this I ask you again to mami ...

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Aperui Amentis

Sometimes I want to write simply to purge an infected wound. But I do not know hardly where to begin, so maybe just the beginning. I pull out words that only serve to make the broth, giving the opening words to syntactic carburetor, remove the head and principles of the translation stream of feelings and emotions. And then I

relocks. That's cool ... is a real eye opener and think you're flying on a lawn during a sunny day. Just as soon opens her eyes you find yourself standing on the brink of an abyss from which blows a stream of air to the bottom of the magma that flows around you is black, that heavy black and sticky fluid that you could touch the surface if only I had the courage to reach out a little 'further. But it is strange that all this comes just a feeling of quiet and calm resignation. Maybe that is not correct ... should I switch to the acceptance of resignation.

However, the action already to admit their feelings to themselves is an important step ... now seen that to understand what the heck I turn in. I need to talk, I need only a poor sacrificial victim. A person who makes me mannequin, is sitting there and although the microcuffie nods as he listens to music and watching me in the face with an expression of who got what I'm talking about.

Actually what I want to just hug him. Spending time with him. Hear it on my skin, feel his warmth, breathing his breath, let go at that moment deep inside of me, falling on the surface of the surface of my feelings and then fondle and tap the ripples it causes chills and, as caresses the wind ... with eyes closed, beating heart and a smile.

I do not think I could ever forget such a thing. Maybe lose the memory for the color of the clothes wear, maybe the place, but all that would be necessary to remember only her eyes, her warmth, the smell of his skin, his arm around my shoulders, her lips are very close.

The scary thing is that this is not shocking for his explosiveness, not for his tempestosità, not for any other feeling of my rickety foundations, but because it is there, inside me. Does not go away, no one wants to know, there is, still, I cross from side to side, from head to toe, deep chest, cell-cell, in every fiber. It is there and breathe with me and through me, a feeling so deep as to be perceived as heavy, is so alive to crouch around the heart and protect it from external influences, and reassured by his presence. He sleeps like a beast and all of a sudden becomes thin, ephemeral, blends, but as soon as I move here that stretches, stretch our legs and extends its claws, and I feel on my skin and inside me.

not want to hurt me, but there is, and is alive. And his serene majesty is shocking.

And I realize that I love him ...