Decide which organs to donate in case of death and let your family know.

All of them. But I don't plan on ever being dead, so this is kind of moot. But, if somehow something goes wrong with my plans, all of them. As you may or may not know, my funeral plans are very specific. Which is odd, since I don't ever plan on needing a funeral, but my plans are so awesomely outrageous that they need to be planned whether I turn out to be immortal or not. Take out all my organs, donate 'em, the replace them with explosives and sew me back up. Then, at the end of the service, "New Divide" by Linkin Park will be played and I will be detonated. So yeah, take all my organs and let someone else benefit from my superior awesomeness.

Everywhere I look I see green scenic sublime.

"It is strange to see the world changing around us, see the other old, see my little sister and my brother to be great when we first name the" baby ". they become teen to turn and I am growing old without really realizing it.

- It's amazing that the youth of yesterday are now old and others are dead. It is also interesting to note that everyone, even our greatest idols that mark our generation will be of advanced age and die in the near future. Michael Jackson is only the beginning, Madonna will follow and it will be a endless chain.

- I still remember having fun in the park at this elementary school with all her children that we were at that age. Time has its way and has transformed this once-bustling park in a place as quiet as a cemetery inert.

- These same two chairs that are inanimate at each meal overlooking the awful feeling of emptiness, an absence at the table, which was once so great, keeping in mind this older tradition that we follow up still, and remembering the fact, that they live at home anymore.

- I recall yet the old cottage next to mine which gave way to huge houses destroyed this beautiful nature and the rural side of it.

-Those individuals with whom I lived countless experiments and even dare to greet me.

We live in a constant change, nothing else ...

Sick and weak from my condition.

Money does not buy happiness, we hear so often is that really the case? Obviously, I find that statement totally Eron, as they say always better to be poor than rich, healthy and unhealthy. Unfortunately this argument is very random, very few valid, there are people in poor health overlooked as there are wealthy heartless and full of life But it is the fine phrases we hear so often told by people supposedly good values. Today, we do nothing without money, everything has a cost, food, a place to live, clothing, basic education. For a proper life it takes more money yet again ... Yet despite the false belief, money does not change a good person by making bad money does not dispel the values of the person, it accentuates what is good in all of us and we are generous in nature and many thanks to our super $ $ $ $ gangsta loot we can get more involved and give more, another will become more miserly and with his wealth. Lack of money causes unnecessary stress and diminishes our quality of life, we deprive ourselves of many things we dreamed of having, one chicane for the money, they fight for money, people kill themselves by lack of money, is what it is happiness? I do not live in a palace, my parents are far from wealthy and yet I see them every day to forego their dreams, forbidden to have fun because they have to pay heaps of bills and continue to bread on the table.

I'd like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly.

Thousands of thought in our mind we go, day after day. Even its wishes, the vast majority we return the next day and subsequent days without ever dissipate. But we never dare to most. leap and achieve them. We live in a mold where dreams have become illusions, we no longer live, we stay at home watching others have fun, realize their dreams in reality shows while we waste our time in the lives of others and not ours. By the same token, these programs create only envy, because our reality to us is only endless routine (school, homework, work, sleep). It's an endless loop, you get exhausted and it is turning to television for just the reality of others envy. We spend so much time to envy their luck, so much time to mull over in our minds, and if I was in his place, as my life would be great! we then produces images, scenarios, in our imagination, which brings us intense pleasure which turns to euphoria, the mere thought that our dreams come true and that our life changes. Returning to earth, we realize that this is not our reality; midnight strikes ... it's time to sleep ... We close our eyes ... the alarm sounds and ... ... a new day rising to us.

In fact, I'm afraid of my dreams, I'm afraid to disclose to the people, alarmed at the idea of criticism and people think I am ridiculous. And yet we feel like celebrities, supermodels, but it does nothing to change our life for us, we hope by doing nothing. We believe in magical thinking, but nothing ever changes, it is up to us to take charge. We must take concrete actions to be someone to get out of the mold in which we all are.

What's the dream, if our ideas do not remain at the stage of dust ...