I'll give you my heart.

I'll give you my heart.

Saturday, 19 February 2011

Fill In The Blanks.

My Mum has tagged me in a Blog. YAYY. (It makes me feel valued in life.) And so I am here writing my own "Fill In The Blanks" post for her amusement.

I am... Ella. A sister, a daughter, a grand-daughter, a niece, a cousin, an aquaintance, a friend, a best friend, an admirer, a geek, a loser, a guitarist/fail pianist/singerishthing, a youtuber, a facebooker, an addict, an obsessive, a horror fanatic, an idiot, a beard lover/lovely, an Ella-phant...a lover of all the simple things. (:

The bravest thing I've ever done... is erm...well I am not really very brave. =/ I once stood up for my cousin when people were making her sad. I hate to see anyone upset especially when I love that person a whole lotta lot. I can not quite remember what they were saying or why (since it was AGES ago), but I remember that I could see her crying. So I went and I stepped in (as a big cousin should). I'd like to think I did a good job. She seemed to cheer up after I sang my Waffle song to her. o.O Even though it wasn't a big fight, and it wasn't that bad...it still required some bravery on my part...and since I'm not really very heroic...it was quite the feat for me.

I feel prettiest when... I get to dress up. When I get to put away my Alton Towers hoodie and wear a beautiful dress...yeah so my face is still the same odd thing it always has been...but being in something I think is gorgeous makes me feel all the better about myself. 

Something that keeps me awake at night is... THE LURE OF FACEBOOK AND THE LOVELY PERSON THAT LIVES INSIDE FACEBOOK AND THE OTHER STILL LOVELY BUT NOT AS LOVELY PEOPLE WHO ALSO LIVE THERE! Nah. That only keeps me awake a little bit...*rolls eyes* I have quite bad dreams. :S Which tend to leave me waking up, sweating and in tears. :S It hasn't been happening as much now I have my niceeee teddy bear to keep me company. (I'm such a child.) When I wake up feeling like what I just dreamt was true and concerned as to how my brain thought such a thing up, I hug that bear and then like...I feel almost like hmmm...comforted. :')

My favourite meal is... a good plate piled high with PANCAKES. I've become slightly obsessed with pancakes recently. MMMM, pancakes.

The way to my heart is... THROUGH FOOD. No. xD The way to my heart is erm...by accepting me. For me. By taking me as I am...with all my insecurities and problems and habits and such. I just want someone to love me for being Ella. (: <3 (Or...by having clones and a beard and doing handstands everyday. o.O)

I would like to be... able to go to that massive Ikea with Pippa (we have it planned)...able to fly...able to have cameras in my eyes to catch those priceless moments...but mostly to be able to see everyone I love, those I don't get to see. (: Vince and my Stefosaurus and Tim and Andrew and everyone else. Because they are some of the most inspirational, beautiful, amazing people I know...and they are some of the best friends I have in this world. I would like to be able to have all my friends living in one town so I never had to miss any of them because they'd all be right there. (: <3

That is all. <3 PEACE. xD

Monday, 14 February 2011

I've never been the best with my mouth. (8)

I've never been good at telling people what I really mean. Never been really any good at expressing myself.

That is why I love Music. I love how one song can let everyone know how you feel. Yeah so maybe to some people, it's just notes on a page...or a simple melody...but if you look beyond that, listen that bit deeper...you can open your eyes to a whole world of beauty.

If you just let the music in you can totally hear the whole story behind the piece. Whether it is just classical, instrumental, a pop song, a rock song, anything. You can tell exactly what the person was thinking, feeling, what they were going through when they wrote it.

Yeah. So one note may seem insignificant. But when you string them all together, you can make something amazing.

My "great" photography. LOL.


The Things Kids Do.

Now I'm not a mother. And I don't intend on being one anytime soon. But that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the "curiousity" of the young.

Fred is 1 year old. He is just a normal little boy exploring this massive world around him one day at a time. He is the sweetest, funniest, cutest man ever...and I love him very very much. With his inquisitive nature...he likes to...erm...think out of the box.

The things kids do, eh? (:

I love you Freddy.


The Things Kids Do

Saturday, 12 February 2011

I can't take one more shot.


This is my song. That I wrote. Erm. I hope you like it? (:

It's about kinda like not knowing what to do...or who to be...or what you are. o.O But yeah.

Hehe. (: I love you. <3