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Presentation for DiaEuro2014!

Presentation for DiaEuro2014!

seesoaezsheadeet:

no next time

seesoaezsheadeet:

no next time

Tomorrow i’m leaving for one week to go play soccer in Hungary.
This is an international tournament for diabetics.
You can only participate if you have diabetes, it doesn’t matter what type.
i’m going to defend the Belgium nation  against 16 other countries.
Here you can see if your country is playing or not;
http://www.diaeuro.org/site/country 
The meaning of this tournament is to raise awareness for people with diabetes. This will get allot of attention in the news and on the television.
Here are some more links where you can follow or support;
https://www.facebook.com/DiaEuro2014
http://www.diaeuro.org/

 

Tomorrow i’m leaving for one week to go play soccer in Hungary.

This is an international tournament for diabetics.

You can only participate if you have diabetes, it doesn’t matter what type.

i’m going to defend the Belgium nation  against 16 other countries.

Here you can see if your country is playing or not;

http://www.diaeuro.org/site/country 

The meaning of this tournament is to raise awareness for people with diabetes. This will get allot of attention in the news and on the television.

Here are some more links where you can follow or support;

https://www.facebook.com/DiaEuro2014

http://www.diaeuro.org/

 

Hey there Emma
What’s it like in New York City?
I’m a thousand miles away
But girl, tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can’t shine as bright as you
I swear it’s true
:)
and I’m over it,
I’m over it,
I promise I’m over it.
But it still hurts sometimes.
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag
Now they’re going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it’s all in my head
But she’s touching his chest now
He takes off her dress now
Let me go
I just can’t look it’s killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis.
The Killers - Mr. Brightside