Looking through the net, the sound around me begins to fade. As the first whistle blows, my purpose in life has been altered. My existence here on Earth is now being evaluated through a single struggle: Staying between the ball and the floor. Through a constant struggle, it is a struggle I love to win, and will win. I achieve this through stealing victories from a floor that doesn't know limits to greed. In a game of anticipation and quick reactions, I cannot allow the ball to hit the floor. I drum up all of my will and energy to get every ball, remembering that saving a ball is like keeping a dream alive. I push my body to reach as far as it can reach, jump as high as it can jump, dive as far as it can dive, reminding myself that this is a small price to pay for a game that has given me so much. And when my body hits the floor so the ball does not, I realize I have won the battle. As the last whistle blows and the game has ended, I glare back at the lonely ball, grateful that it will soon join me again in my dreams on the court.

"Der Tag ist wie geschaffen für die Liebe. Verabreden Sie sich mit einem erotischen Menschen, lassen Sie Ihre Verführungskünste spielen."


... was der Kurier alles drauf hat ;)

Bestimmte Ereignisse rufen die Erinnerung an Vergangenes empor. Hinterfragen Sie Ihre Gefühle, lernen Sie vor allem daraus.

vollzogen, aber irgendwas anderes muss ich mir noch einfallen lassen... da muss mehr makeover her :)

for a makeover!!

... wenn twoday gehen würde... da is ein Fehler auf der Application!! So ein Mist!

Love is letting go of the one you love, hoping that they will come back to you when they realize what they have lost.

If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.

are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.