A Blog of a Jordanian, blogging from the Middle East, known for being audacious and unafraid to express anything that does not conform to his mentality.
E-Cigarette looks and tastes, like a real cigarette… It’s hard to tell the difference!
Hold it…it looks and feels just like a real cigarette. Until it is more commonly used and recognized, people will react in surprising ways. But, you’ll feel better, knowing you’re not inhaling all the poisons found in real cigarettes that can harm your health and shorten your lifespan. The virtually odorless vapor that simulates smoke dissipates quickly in the air. Your family will love your new cigarette choice…and your house will eventually lose the stale smell of real smoke.
A few thoughts on my funeral, that I want to be taken seriously.
People
Friends and family, obviously. No crying, please. A few jokes would be perfect.
Music
To be played briefly as people leave.
Suggestions include:
Uninvited – Alanis Morissette.
Mad World – Alex Parks
To Know Him Is To Love Him – Amy Winehouse
Yeah, Pretty much cool.
Clothes
Nothing black. I love the colour, and some people look great dressed in black, but bright colours would be a pleasant change. Pink please! even if I’m not there to appreciate it. Still, If I could have everything, then I wouldn’t be dead, would I?
Why? Well, first of all…because we can’t believe that we can make mistakes. This is the ego problem. The shithead is always somebody else. Except that it isn’t, because while we’re so busy blaming other people, we fail to recognise our own failings.
So, I’m a shithead, you’re a shithead, everyone you know is a shithead. At some point, we will all make a mistake. If we recognise when this happens and learn from it, we become stronger. If we deny it, then the world just accumulates more shit. Other people will look at our shit and learn from our example; that shit isn’t bad, it doesn’t hurt us, and we can get away with it.
Of course, shit is bad, shit does hurt us, we can’t always get away with it, and in fact we should never let ourselves get away with it.
I never really noticed how all the little things meant so much, up until now.
The way you kiss my nose to make me smile or the way you reach for my hand and tell me you’ll always be there. You make me feel needed wanted, and cared about, I’ve never met anyone like you. I realised, I might be dumb but, I’ve been away almost a week and I couldn’t take it, your soft gentle touch is missing, I hope our love grows stronger with each day that passes.
This weekend, completes our 2nd anniversary, we’ve been together for 2 months, I care for you more than my family. because, you are my family. I won’t give up on you, and no matter the distance my heart will follow, I will ALWAYS love you, so don’t ever fucking question that. I know your the one to make my life complete. I need you.
If anything happens in our life, for any reason… good was it or bad, I know one day you’ll be bored of me, you will probably like someone else, cuter or nicer. I’m not perfect! I don’t want to captivate you. Please promise me, Please don’t forget me, I will always be resting in your heart. I want nothing else! If you ever wanted to leave me, don’t break my heart.
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We all think we’re going to be great. And we feel a little bit robbed when our expectations aren’t met. But, sometimes, our expectations sell us short.
Sometimes, the expected simply pales in comparison to the unexpected.
You gotta wonder why we cling to our expectations. Because the expected is just what keeps us steady… standing… still. The expected is just the beginning.
The unexpected… is what changes our lives.”
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