Edinburgh's bathroom

I DON'T WANT TO BE by GAVIN DeGRAW

I Don't Want to Be by Gavin DeGraw, from the album "Chariot"

I don't need to be anything other than a prison guard's son
I don't need to be anything other than a specialist's son
I don't have to be anyone other than a birth of two souls in one
Part of where I'm going, is knowing where I'm coming from

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me

I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn
I'm surrounded by an identity crisis everywhere I turn
Am I the only one who noticed?
I can't be the only one who's learned

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think about me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I've got to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me

Can I have everyone's attention please?
If you're not like this and that, you're gonna have to leave
I came from the mountain, the crust of creation
My whole situation - made from clay to stone
And now I'm telling everybody

I don't want to be anything other than what I've been trying to be lately
All I have to do is think of me and I have peace of mind
I'm tired of looking 'round rooms wondering what I'm trying to do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything other than me
I don't want to be






With my best wishes to everybody,

Nyah

REQUIEM for HEATH LEDGER and BRAD RENFRO

HEATH LEDGER

Date of Birth:

4 April 1979, Perth, Western Australia, Australia

Date of Death:

22 January 2008, Manhattan, New York, USA


BRAD RENFRO

Date of Birth:

25 July 1982, Knoxville, Tennessee, USA more

Date of Death:

15 January 2008, Los Angeles, California, USA

Cry and SHOUT

I just wanna cry and shout ‘till my voice is finally broken. I don’t know what to feel, what to say or even what to do. I find myself completely lost. I don’t have any clue of which way I should follow for now on. I kinda think that I don’t belong not here not anywhere. Maybe this is stupid but…oh, jeez! It hurts so bad. My life is out of my hands and no one lets me handle it. Every time I make a decision someone tells me is not the right thing to do. Or blames me ‘till I step back. And now is the time when I can say that I can’t deal with this situation anymore. I’m sick and tired of being manipulated and treated like a child. Well, how many times did I say this same thing? Yeah, a lot. And, how many times did anyone listen to me? Ok, not even one. They preferred to smile or laugh at me like I’m in some kind of mental disorder. I’m kinda used to be ignored and not taken seriously, but to get used is not the same as to accept the fact that your becoming invisible.

And tomorrow someone is coming and I can’t deal with it. I just…I can’t. I’m not prepared to deal with it, not now. But I have to face it, and it makes everything more and more difficult. It hurts, it hurts, it HURTS A LOT.

Ok, I have to say: LIFE SUCKS!!! It’s a cliché but I like saying it. Although I know, for sure, that this will change soon. The very same moment I take full control of my life, LIFE will be better. I promise (mental note).

Well, I guess this is the end of today’s entry.

Dream with who you wanna be and be what you dreamed.

xxooxx

Nyah

NEW SHOW II

First minutes of the pilot

clipped from es.youtube.com Cashmere Mafia Pilot

NEW SHOW

clipped from es.youtube.com Terminator: The Sarah Conner Chronicles Nightmare beginning

IN MEMORIAM

Podría llorar desconsoladamente, podría pensar en lo que nos perderemos, podría pensar, también, que ya no está aquí...pero no voy a hacerlo. Porque la vida está llena de PODRÍAs, QUIZÁS, Y SIs, etc. ¿Y de qué sirven? No hacen más que atormentarnos siendo situaciones que una vez pasadas ya no se pueden cambiar. En cambio voy a pensar en los buenos ratos, esos que te hacen sonreír cuando creías que ya no podías. Esas discusiones a voz en grito que hacían que todos nos echásemos unas risas, esos rifi rafes políticos en nochebuena y navidad, ese cigarrito nada furtivo junto a la ventana del salón. Todo lo bueno, todo queda en el recuerdo. ¿Por qué llorar cuando se puede sonreír? Por eso estos recuerdos, por eso estos momentos que quedarán en la memoria de todos, de manera que cada vez que se quieran recordar nos venga una sonrisa en vez de una lágrima. Así que fuera PODRÍAs, QUIZÁS e Y SIs.
Porque los recuerdos no nos los puede arrebatar nada ni nadie.

Nagore