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Getting ready…

Look jogação em London

Classica foto no elevador

Um drink no bar do hotel

O Roberto mora na suiça a mais de 10 anos, investidor fodao !!!

Foi ele que nos convidou para o camarote da Raffles, local mega exclusivo… e passsssmem olha que estava la

Principe William

Tentativa frustada de fotografar o principe ahhahaahaha

Having fun with Veuve Clicquot Rose

Resultado rsrsrsrsr

As I’m sitting here typing this blog, I’m thinking of the men and women out there silently suffering now.  Can it be more evident when I sit here typing this to you and he’s in the other room playing Assassins Creed II and drinking beer, that we’re living two separate lives? 

Perhaps you’re living a life of an unequally yoked spouse?  Or is your marriage  that of an absent spouse, merely the person sharing a bed?  I know of men that have been victims to the same abuse from women, men are not immune from adulterating wives, both genders suffer.   Love is fleeting on both ends, but in this case, I’m speaking from my heart and my experiences, so bear with me…

As we all meet and greet members in our church, I wonder behind how many smiles is there a soul crying out?  A heart whispering, “please help me?”  Is the hug you gave in passing to a friend the only one she’s had in weeks?  The uplifting words you share, are those the only ones she knows?  Tell me there isn’t a soul in your small group going through the same loneliness, rejection or even blatant abuse as possibly you? 

Most of us know 1 Corinthians 13:4-7

“Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs, Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails”.

Love never fails…as you read that maybe you believe as I did, that love did indeed fail you!

My first marriage was one destined to fail, I married young and without any knowledge of what it was like in the “real world”.  I loved my husband, but the rush of it was to escape my adopted parents (aunt and uncle).  Though I was already a legal adult, I was still a child seeking to do the right thing, I was very much trapped there. 

Growing up in their home, my sister and I endured many hardships.  I can remember every time seventh period came around I was literally sick to my stomach, “what would happen today, it’s friday, two days to go”.  When my peers were talking about their plans for the summer I was already hoping the next school year would come quickly!  I was the older sister, I loved my sister dearly and wanted to protect her, I tried to please them however I could, including going downstairs so my uncle could molest me.   

I’m not sure if you’ve ever heard the song by Amy Grant, Ask Me, Heart in motion CD,

I see her as a little girl hiding in her room
She takes another bath and she sprays her momma’s perfume
To try to wipe away the scent he left behind
But it haunts her mind.

You see she’s his little rag, nothing more than just a waif
And he’s mopping up his need, she is tired and afraid
Maybe she’ll find a way through these awful years to disappear…

I was in sixth grade when I heard this song and realized I was that same girl.  I have always been a bit of a fire cracker and called him out on it, with manipulation on his part and my aunt’s physical, verbal and emotional abuse I would always apologize and come back to him.  I was almost sixteen before I ever admitted to a friend what was going on and even then after CPS and the courts got involved I recanted the truth in order “to save the family”.  I shake my head today at my childhood and most of my life!

I was a Christian, I knew Jesus and I knew He was keeping me through all this.  But I definitely had a lot of growing up to do and I was very naive.  I expected the man I married to be a born again Christian, well, when my ex-husband got saved, we took off for Vegas!  I believed that since we were both “saved” we would live a “happily ever after life”. 

The beginning was a beautiful story of hope and perseverance but things did not last that way for long.   You see a few weeks into our marriage I received cashiers checks from my aunt and uncle, some of my parents life insurance policy and law suits from the car accident.  We had a nice home, new cars and it was all paid for with plenty invested for the future of our family. Yet, this was all too much for him, before I knew it, there were men in our master bathroom (I was sleeping in my bedroom) and they were all getting high. 

This is when his true colors came out and the “saved” man I knew was long gone!  My husband was an alcoholic, druggie and if you got in his way abusive.  He never admitted to any affairs but he always disappeared to the most happening clubs, (we still lived in Vegas) and there was plenty for him to do!  I wasn’t twenty-one, so I couldn’t go out looking for him, he’d disappear friday nights and appear at his work by monday morning, then he just quit working all together.  I remember freaking out in the beginning, calling all the hospitals, the jails praying he would answer my calls, that he was alright! 

I can remember taking a huge stand against this lifestyle but I had no strength, no support, I was so young and confused.  I kept praying, “Lord, change him” and how I read 1 Corinthians 13 over and over and maybe I just wasn’t loving him enough, I’d wonder.  In time I finally succumbed to the darkness all around me and I found myself dabbling in the same things as he. 

It was one day that a camcorder was pulled out at a party and I saw it the following day, sober, I saw myself!  Lost, depressed, I saw death…behind the laughter and idiocy, I knew the truth, and I gave him the chance to follow me or stay.  I left him several times and many ”changes” before I finally filed divorce.  I can remember laying on my bed holding the finalized divorce papers tears rolling down still in shock, heartache and devastation.  What had happened to us, how had we gotten here?  I even asked him, what I had done wrong, “you were too nice” he said.

Well, at this point I was serving in the Air Force and had to keep going, really in the military you don’t get the option to stay home and mope around, there’s a mission, so get up and do it!  I had believed strongly in sexual purity, and even though I felt unclean from the sexual abuse as a child, I knew I was a virgin and had saved myself for my husband.  What had he done with it?  Well, even though he denied all the affairs, he had his girlfriend living in our home while we were married and I’d always find or hear of what was really going on.  With him everything was a secret and a lie, if he didn’t respect me and I had waited for him, why would anyone else?  With that, I threw my convictions aside and hoped someone would care, I didn’t expect love at this point, why would I, afterall hadn’t everyone in my life taken what they wanted anyway?

I jumped into a couple of relationships vowing never to marry again, never to set my heart at the altar to be broken again!  What is the saying, “never say never?” 

We were living in sexual sin, I needed a room-mate to help me with rent, his lease was up and he moved in, made sense financially, I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t pay much attention to that.  Well, before you knew it, I was pregnant, followed directly by a miscarriage.  Before all this baby stuff we had already broken up once, he liked drinking and I was not choosing that willingly for my life.  But he was so charming, so slick, after the miscarriage, a dozen roses and a will you marry me?  Really?  After the miscarriage, I definitely thought, this was a great opportunity for him to leave, but here he was wanting to marry me?  Needless to say, we got married and my beautiful son was on his way before I knew what had happened! 

He promised when Noah came along things would change, he’d quit drinking and smoking, this was his last “hoorah”.  I can remember one night when he was drunk and I was out of patience, standing over his side of the bed and pregnant, he backhanded a beer bottle and it smacked my stomach, how I prayed Noah would be fine.  Well, as I’ve mentioned in a previous post, Noah’s two years old now.  I’d like to tell you things are different that he kept his promise, he quit drinking and smoking, that we are a perfect little family.  That would again be, the fairytale ending I so desperately would love to tell you, but the truth is he is the same.

After a tour in Iraq I was sure, after seeing life and death, having his life threatened, that he would come back to G-d!  No, actually he came home more angry and abusive.  Very forceful and controlling of everything.  We’ve had many altercations where he’s grabbed me, or pinned me down, cornered me so that I can’t get away, and I will admit I’ve even fought back, which he uses still against me.  It’s just like childhood again, except I’m an adult, I have free will to leave, and here I am remaining, hoping G-d will grab him up! 

You see when I was pregnant with Noah we attended a service and the pastor asked, “are you ready to walk”.  Yes I was, I was sick of all the anger, hate, and trash I was holding in and allowing to eat me up.  I was tired of carrying it all on my own and I wanted better for my child.  I wanted a Christian home with loving parents, I wanted him to have everything I had dreamed of.  I looked at my husband and said, “are you ready?”  and the answer was “no”. 

Three years later we’re still here at the same place, or rather, I’m walking, well, no I’m running forward, to our Lord, I’m teaching my Noah about all the great gifts our Lord has for Him, His love and mercy!  I’m wondering when my husband will be ready, will he ever walk with us?  I can tell you so many times I’ve been ready to leave, to take Noah and start our lives new, a healthy and happy home, and I share this with my husband and do you know his answer, “I know”.  “I know”, does that mean you don’t care, that you want us to leave?  What does that mean?  I walked him through the sinner’s prayer almost a week ago, in hope, prayer and supplication that there would be a radical change, that I would see Jesus in him, and yet, no change. 

So, as I pray, I keep saying, Lord, what should I do?  Do you still hold me to this loveless marriage?  In another marriage of alcohol, abuse and adultery?  Lord, are things going to change here, or is it time for Noah and I to leave?  I feel a great responsibility to remove Noah from this situation, look at my childhood, can you understand why?  Yet I still feel that G-d can save this marriage, G-d can do a work in him!

For now, I just keep giving it back to Him, keep praying, keep fasting, keep offering my husband back to Him, asking to see His way, asking to know what to do.  I have hope in Jesus and complete trust, whatever it is, I know my Lord has carried me through the clutches of hell and brought me through and back to Him.  I know man’s love may be failing, may be for a season, but I now know that I seek His love and not that of a man. 

Matthew 5:3-11

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.  Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.  Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.  Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.  Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.  Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.  Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.  Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.  “Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me.”

You see my friends, the Lord sees our hearts, He knows our pains, give Him your burdens, allow Him to carry you through, one day at a time and you’ll be amazed where He’ll take you.  May you be found blameless before our Lord, seeking His ways and in Him may you find His blessings!

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Over these past few years I know what it has been like to be on the top of your faith and I know what it is like to almost lose it. I know the arguments for both accepting and rejecting faith in Christ. I know how true Christianity and false Christianity look like and have experienced both sides of the proverbial coin.

And one major problem has allowed me to examine why I truly believe in Christ: hypocrisy.  This one major problem that has spread throughout the body of Christ is why I have wondered why I believe in Christ in the first place. This one major problem has made me wonder is it worth fellowshipping with those who call themselves Christians. And this one major problem has almost destroyed my faith, my ministry, and my life.

Jerks—I can’t stand them. If anyone is honest with himself or herself they would probably say the same thing. I mean, who says that they love jerks? I mean anyone with half a brain would probably say, “I can’t stand jerks.” I mean that’s just me, but who knows these days. But it seems like the epidemic of “jerk-itis” is on the flippin’ rise. I see girls that are in love with macho jerks; I see people in government that are elitist jerks; I see corporate executives that are greedy and are ravenous jerks; I see jerks, jerks, and more jerks.

But the one place I have seen more jerks in my life than any other place unfortunately is not in the clubs, Washington, D.C. , or on Wall Street—nope, the place I have seen my fair share of jerks is in the church. Now it is one thing for some atheist to write this statement; but this is coming from someone who is a passionate believer in Christ, who loves Christ and His church, and was a former “jerk.”

You see, when I first became a Christian I was brought up more with the mentality of being a legalist jerk than being a compassionate servant. For me it was all about being right and wrong and it was about who could be the most holy and dress in the best suit. It was about politics and about CCM (hating it, then liking it, then having to hear it is the “devil’s music,” then finally liking it). It was about going to that “Christian college,” and abstinence and about dating is bad and courtship is good. In the end it was about me, myself, and I. I didn’t even grasp the picture of what authentic Christianity looked like until recently in life. All I was seeing previously was hypocrisy, fundamentalism, legalism, and everything that the Lord hates but the things that permeate the Church.

Jerks are everywhere man and they come in all shapes and sizes. They are nonbelievers but they are believers as well. I am not saying that the things above like CCM, abstinence, and courtship are bad things. But having the attitude that because I like or practice those things makes me better than you is “jerkish.” What we need to do to eradicate the “jerk-itis” syndrome that is going around the church today is replace everything “we hate” with the royal law as James puts it: to love God and to love others. If we would become a band of believers that were known more for who we love than for what we hate—the world wouldn’t have to see us as bold-face bigots or hatemongers; we could be seen as revolutionaries, as compassionate servants of the kingdom desiring life change in every individual life.

I have been there and done that when it comes to being a “jerk,” and now I abandon it for something authentic—a true servant of Christ. Laying aside any fundamentalism, or legalism, or judgmentalism, or homophobia, or hypocrisy, or anything that would hinder me from opening up the truth of the gospel with others—I serve God with all my heart and love God and love others.

Here’s a “short test” to see if you pass or fail the “jerk test”:

“With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God’s likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers, this should not be.” (James 3:9-10)

So if you praise God yet curse men, you pass the “jerk test” with flying colors, and if you don’t, well then you fail. If we were honest with ourselves, I would say we all have passed and have been there, done that. Let’s resolve never to commit the act that James has spoken of, but let us always do the following:

“If you really keep the royal law found in Scripture, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself,’ you are doing right.” (James 2:8)

[this is from a series of articles entitled: “Why I Hate…”]

Bon jeudi soir, youpi!

Demain vendredi, dites moi que vous êtes pas content que ce le soit.. si oui je vous crois pas! sinon, donnez-moi votre recette.

J’aime mon travail, mais le week-end c’est agréable…  C’est surtout les sortiessssssssssssss, les clubs la danse.

Faut que je règle mon histoire de vendredi denier, mon nageur!, j’ai pas eu le courage de lui dire….qu’il n’y avait pas de chimie… c’est une mec franchement plein de potentiel mais il n’y a rien!  quand je le vois, c’est ok… pas plus … Moi j’aime L’Amour qui fait mal…lol  je veux dire, le mec,  il faut qu’il m’allume….

Ah oui il ya aussi un autre type sympathique et là j’ai été vraiment vilaine, nous avions convenus une rencotnre dimanche mais j’ai pas rappelé et j’ai rien dit.. Bon je me suis excusé… mais bon, c’est cheap je l’avoue… mais bon… Ben ma raison!, c’est pas un barbue blond musclé.. qui sait ce week-end je vais le trouver….

Y’a également mon beau grand gars avec qui j’avais rompue il y a déjà , hummmmmm…..   août 2009 parce que j’étais indécie, bien je me suis excusé de la façon dont je l’avais laissé…. Bon il m’nn veut pas… alors…. sur la glace, mais je ne crois pas que je vais revenir vers lui, because, quand je vais à la chasse, jamais le même gibier…..

Bref le week-end demain  et on va voir… mon nageur est disponible mais j’ai pas le goût, je vais au resto avec une amie, me raconter, en fait elle sait pas mal tout elle lit le blogue….  Je me garde des intrigues perso, vous imaginez…. Mais après je vais sortir c’est sur, je m’assume… de la Grande Vilaine Charrue!  Pis mon blond m’attend….  Mais il faudra que je lui dise que ça marche pas……

Dans un augtre ordre idée, je me questionne, j’observe que les gens sont voyeurs mais ne passe pas à l’action.  J’explique, mon blogue a un trafique intéressant, bien que modeste… beaucoup vont le lire, mais pour les commentaires!… les suivis!, y’a peux ou pas de gens sauf Zaza, ma fidèle lectrice…

Je me demande pourquoi, la gène?  J’imagine que les gens ont rien à dire!

Nnonnnnnnnnnnn je ne le crois pas, la gêne? pourtant c’est anonyme…. Comme si les gens observaient simplement mais arrêtaient là…. bon j’imagine que je ne suis pas assez provocateur comme charrue… mettre des vrais noms?, raconter ce qui se passe dans les coins noirs? demander au gens de me raconter leurs phantasmes?, pourquoi pas!… le sexe, les idées cochonnes ça attire et ça fait bouger dans tous les sens du terme…..

Est-ce que je devrais chanager de sujet dans le blogue??  je n’ai pas d’idée, bon bien,  je continue à me raconter en me disant, au moins je fais rire des gens… pourquoi pas!…

mais ce qui me dérange, c’est que les gens sont peux locasse et  le sont réellement danns la vie comme ça et moi le premier… on bouge quand la soupe est chaude ou quand y’a du sexe de l’Amour …. Mais ou est la passion???…  soyons dérésonnable et demain taquinnons les gens autour de nous… j’espère juste que Miss Peggy va pas lire ça parce que ça va être ma fête demain….

Bouger, faites quelques choses de vous, faites plus que moi… Du bénévolat!, adopter un chat!, aller voir un film!, découvrer votre passion! dites-le moi, recontacter de vieux amis… parce que pendant que vous attendez le prince charmand, le temps passe… l’idéal n’existe pas, mais bon quand on ratisse large on a plus de chance de trouver… oui oui cibler c’est une autre solution, mais moi je suis paraisseux… et vous!  Changer votre vie, changer la Vie…. parce que qu’attendre c’est pas la solution…

Last night the jury for the ESADE Entrepreneurship Club Elevator Pitch Contest, comprising of professors and VCs, has chosen the following ten projects from 26 applicants. These ten projects will give a 3min pitch on Monday, 31st of November 2009, at 6.30pm at the ESADE Forum.

1. Ad deliverers - Eduard Cansado
2. AFADS - AbdelAziz
3. Aircraft on Ground - Pedro Martinho
4. Jet A Suits - Marc Winter
5. Cell Tag - Eric King
6. Houseactioneer – Alfredo Paul
7. Microfinance for Profit - Chinmoy
8. New in Town - Ivaylo Vasilev
9. Park IT - Joan Muni
10. Mobile Payment System - Tobias Caldeweyher (myself)

We will be closely watched by students, alumnis, VC’s, professors, IESE and local entrepreneurs. If things turn out well a project might be picked up by an investor and the business takes off. This provides a great opportunity and it will definitely be a great event. The event will be followed by a networking cocktail for all the participants. The event costs 12€.

Por fin llegan a nuestras suites los regalos de Stardoll Royalty Nada del otro mundo , pero se agradece

A Norfolk football club’s games are postponed after news that it had been wound up in the High Court…. From BBC News. Full story

This site may contain information about: soccer players. The blog is also related to: world cup football.

London

London has lots to see, that’s for sure. If you’re planning on travelling from Spain, we’ve discovered a website that makes things a lot easier, even if you’re looking for lodging.

Colectivo Magazine is a digital London travel guide in Spanish. Aside from having useful information for settling in and/or visiting the city, the magazine explores relevant initiatives in London culture.

via maps.google.com & sweden.se

• www.klubbace.se — Club Ace
• www.smallstepforward.com — Cosy Den
• www.debaser.se — Debaser
• www.fritzscorner.nu — Fritz’s Corner
• www.hornstullstrand.se — Hornstull Strand
• www.landet.nu — Landet
• www.lasseiparken.se — Lasse i Parken
• www.marielaveau.se — Marie Laveau
• www.petsoundsbar.se — Pet Sounds Bar
• www.popaganda.se — Popaganda Music Festival
• www.svenskamusikklubben.se — Svenska Musikklubben
• www.myspace.com/baba_sonic — Baba Sonic

Hey Guys,

This will be the last update on my end for a while as I fulfill the final commitments of my travel schedule and take the necessary steps to make this the most amazing December of my life. As I prepare for another Masterclass weekend tomorrow, I thought I’d write a post for everyone out there.

Challenging Assumptions

“Maybe she’s with her boyfriend.”

“Maybe she has better things to do.”

“Maybe she’s busy.”

“Maybe she doesn’t want to talk.”

Sound familiar? It most certainly does to me. These were the excuses that I gave myself again and again when I hesitated upon making an approach. I am not going to lie : there is no denying that the Asian culture here is not as used to dealing with interactions from complete strangers and as a young man living within the Singaporean society, all the more these excuses actually seem like valid reasons for me to not approach a woman.

Back when I was still starting to make sense of the dynamics between men and women, I found myself giving lots of excuses. Like one of my early mentors, Val, would tell you, I would go out for 4-5 hours on some days and not do a single approach. I was always waiting for the right moment.  My inexperience was what caused my mind to wander and make me nervous. The truth is, in those seemingly “perfect” moments, there was a very real chance that things were not as perfect as I thought they were. It was very possible that a girl who was alone and bored (2 positive requisites for a successful interaction) was actually having some alone time and does not want to be disturbed.

In my experience thus far, I’ll strongly believe : There is no perfect moment.

So what should I do?

There are many ways in which a person can solve this problem (drink alcohol, getting someone to push them, drug abuse etc.). But I want to share with you my personal and most favorite solution.

Challenge your assumptions. Developing a good understanding of the dynamics between men and women (which is what TDD specializes in) will help immensely. The more knowledge I had, the clearer things became and the more confident I was. With this new found knowledge and confidence, it was a lot easier to approach a woman despite these assumptions I had in my head.

Be comfortable with success and failure. There is no such thing as PERFECTION. If you have been thinking that there will be a magic pill out there that will bring you instant success with women, let me smash that belief for you right now : There isn’t. As rare as they are, I am not ashamed to admit it : there are times where I did not have a successful interaction. These times are usually due to logistics and matters I can not control. What I do is this : Celebrate from the successes, learn the lessons from the failures and move on.

And here’s where it gets better…

The more I actually approached women successfully, the more it cemented the lesson in my head that all these assumptions were just my mind’s way of protecting my ego. I realised that most of the time, all these assumptions turn out to be false. In fact, as I practiced further, I realised that even if my assumptions proved to be right, by the law of X=X, it turned out that my undeniable good-vibe made the woman commit to an interaction with me. With the addition of my high-level awareness, I was more than capable of continuing the interaction very smoothly because I knew the dynamics of a good Macro Plan thus enabling me to make spontaneous decisions and enable me to give the women what they wanted : DIRECTION.

I adopt this same belief to all aspects of my life. Challenging assumptions also helps your life become less complicated. Most of the time, we already know whether or not we want to escalate things with women or with a task at hand. It is all these assumptions that cause unnecessary worry and hold us back. Knowing that there is not perfect moment and that failure and success are all very realistic possibilities no matter what, I choose to act. It is better to take a chance and gain a learning lesson from it than to not take one at all and regret.

You know what you want. Now push aside all these assumptions and just take action to make it yours!

Live and Love,

Xavier

xav@troydizondating.com

http://alife2love.com

Over the past 15 years, I’ve seen some crazy shit, people. These days, nothing really surprises me, with the exception of one thing: PIMPS. How do these guys operate? What the hell do they say to get these girls to willingly hand over their hard-earned money every night?!

I asked a few girls who had been in the lifestyle and also talked to a couple of pimps. I got the answers I expected, even though they weren’t all true. One guess who were the ones fibbing? I suspect you may already know.

So my first question I asked the girls was how they got into it in the first place. Was it just because he was good-looking and you didn’t care what he did? Mind-blowing sex? Promises of material things they felt couldn’t be aquired on their own? All of the above. Amazing. Sure, I’ll go work 6 nights a week. 9-10 hour shifts. Rubbing my naked body all over some fat sweaty guy just to hand over every single penny I make. No social life. No friends. Nothing but you and the other girls you fuck. Nothing but work.

Sign me up!

One girl I worked with years ago used to come into work at 7pm and worked until 5am when we closed. She was definitely the top earner in the club, easily passing a thousand dollars a night. She did this 5-6 days a week, with no break. No vacations, no family trips, no nothing. The only thing she got in return was a shiny new expensive car every couple of years and some nice jewelry. Sound worth the hassle to you? Yeah…me either. She came in with bumps and bruises and the occasional black eye, and was expected to slap some concealer on it and continue working. Nice. What a stand-up guy.  She was one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen, but this life took it’s toll on her. She eventually became addicted to drugs and ended up in jail a few times. She looks about 10 years older than she really is. This same guy once took a girl for the inheritance her father left her when he passed away. I don’t know where she ended up, but chances are she’s still a working girl when she could have been set for life with the right people around her.

Again, sign me up!

Another girl told me what it was like to have  a “man” who had other girls working for him. She couldn’t even look at other guys outside of work, yet he was able to fuck these other girls?! Nice. Some girls are forced to live with eachother, some have to pretend to get along. Others don’t meet the other girls, and some don’t even know there are other girls.

Ok, so not only do these girls dance, some of them are encouraged to meet customers outside for extra money. I don’t know exactly what goes on, but I’m sure they’re not just dancing! How can a man allow someone he claims to care for sleep with strange men for money?  Those men may be law enforcement for all they know! Yes, I want a man who is ok with me going to jail. All in the name of money. Gotta pay that mortgage, I guess!

Another girl I worked with many years ago was conned into buying a house that was way outa her budget. $2800 a month to be exact. Every night, working her ass off in and out of the club, giving her man all her money expecting him to be paying all the bills on time. Wrong. She woke up one morning to find her cell phone was shut off for lack of payment. That didn’t seem so bad compared to the foreclosure papers she was served with. Where did the money go? It’s like that question “how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?” The world may never know.

So after hearing all these stories, I decided to talk to some of these pimps. Of course, like I expected, their answers were quite different. One claimed he never hit any of his girls. He forgets that one time I myself witnessed it in the parking lot of a local eatery. One guy said his girls never saw customers outside of the club. Maybe he didn’t know that his girl once invited me to go on a “double” with her. I asked as many questions as I could think of, all the while knowing I was being hosed.

I sat there while I was being preached to, as if his rhetoric was somehow going to seep through my thick skull and I would want to be with him. Amazed, I kept listening. His girls have perfect credit, own nice homes, and drive fancy cars. They have lots of pretty clothes and jewelry, too. He takes them out to dinners and movies sometimes. What is it all worth? Is having nice material items worth not having a REAL life? If I were giving you money, I’d at least like a fucking thank you at the end of the day. Hell, I’d even settle for “good job”.

Of course I’m kidding, people. I couldn’t imagine in a million years allowing a man to exploit me like that. If a girl is going to take her clothes off for a living, whether dancing for escorting, she should be free to do with her money as she wants. True, some girls can’t handle it and end up in a ditch somewhere, but there are plenty of girls with a good head on their shoulders and can make it though this life without the “help” of some lazy piece of shit who really just doesn’t want to work. Yeah, one guy has a magazine. One does real estate now. One customizes cars. They all seem to moving on the to different areas, but they still have one thing in common: a WOMAN got you there. It was HER money who afforded you these opportunities, NOT YOURS.

So the next time you’re buying the lastest shoes, a new land rover, or putting 30K into making your car ghetto-fabulous, remember this: one day all those girls, like the ones before them, will wise up and leave your sorry ass. Eventually you’ll be too old to pull new ones, or most chicks will already know who you are and want nothing to do with your washed-up ass.

What will you do then, Mr. Pimp? You’ll be a square, just like the rest of us.

ALLTEAMS are now in beta testing with a new product the ALLSTARS Directory which will bring increased profile and new revenues to sports clubs in NZ.  Clubs can showcase their brand and facilities online which will attract new membership interest; but most importantly they can invite the local business community to support them by purchasing a listing in the directory and the businesses receive recognition for supporting the club.

Businesses get fantastic value back from the initiative by increasing their online profile with a mini website, receiving recognition for supporting the sports club they love and being top in results when club members search.

“We have been looking to deliver more value back to the loyal businesses who sponsor the club year after year – and now we can with the ALLSTARS directory” says Kevin O’Brien president of Hamilton Marist

Sports Organisations throughout the country are planning to get in behind the directory as a critical new source of revenue in the coming months; especially as traditional revenue streams such as gaming machine proceeds and public funds face severe challenges going forward.    There is fantastic marketing support for the initiative which clubs can tap in to when promoting the directory to local businesses.  Clubs can find out more information and participate by signing up on the club directory page and Businesses can sign up to support their club here.

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Inkywrists has a very special present for all our readers… A fantastic hour long mixtape specially made for us by the wonderful Gav Xmas!!! Gav Xmas is one of Inky’s favourite  people, the resident DJ behind Dublin’s longest running electro night, Trashed,  Gav Xmas is about as good as it gets! Even better than than our very own mixtape,  we are happy to announce that Gav Xmas will be DJing at our (yet to be officially announced) Christmas Party!!!! Roll on December 17th!

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Uefa names clubs from Albania, Latvia, Slovenia and Hungary which face further investigation into match fixing allegations…. From BBC News. Full story

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There is another splendiferous night coming to Dublin to excite up the dull Winter  evenings. This one runs 8-11 in Crawdaddy’s brand new Chocolate bar. Come along this Thursday to hear the best of Dublin DJs, with sets from Gav Xmas, Sarah Byrne and Barry Farrell.

Wonderful blog Robot Pigeon have some very nice words to say about Play it By Ear, happening at The Monarch on Saturday.

Read it here and get tickets for this month’s PIBE featuring Muchuu, GCSE Music, Don’t Wait Animate and The Priors by clicking here

Governors Group in the morning – this is a “continuity ” group with IPDG, DG, DGE,DGN and DGNN attending to discuss matters of longer range importance and to share information. Held at the Langport Arms but Stan was absent to attend a cheque presentation in Cambridge.

Home then to prepare for the Official visit to  Sherborne. Great to see the club in good heart with two prospective members in attendance too. A number of questions about Polio but I left with a really good feeling about this clubs which seems ot be getting moving with some great new ideas, e.g. Swimathon recently and getting into Thanks for Life too. Presented the Citation to John House and the Banner to President Martyn

Hello, my name is Pililoni! I joined CP in August 2007. Recently, I’ve noticed a lot of things members-only. Like the new fire ninjas. It seems awesome being a fire ninja, but it was members only and I was quite disappointed. Plus the member badge. It’s rather “In your face”. Ever since it appeared, I’ve noticed most members only judging people by whether or not they were a member and how long they’ve been a member. What I mean by that is, example, I was once on CP. An army I was in was having a recruiting session on CP. I was talking with two member penguins, doing my job of trying to recruit them. It seemed like they didn’t want to talk to me just because I was a non-member. They acted like dictators in a tyranny talking to a peasant. They acted like I was total crap. I noticed other members treating nonmembers the same way. I would like to see a little bit less members only stuff. I know you need money to support Club Penguin, but I think this is a bit too far.