who says dreams can't come true

so its all pretty exciting...the feeling of actually getting closer to the place you want to be. there was a lot of talk, a lot of wanting, and a whole lot of wishing.. but finally it feels like something is actually happening. ive said it over and over in my head.. its a one in a million chance.. no wait.. one in a billion. but then i think to myself... how can anyone ever think of me as that one in a billion, if i can't even believe in myself. and so finally now.. after too long.. ive got my act together. writing songs, posting videos and and and america?...ive got my fingers crossed..

cover videos - www.youtube.com/user/1elliee

songs - www.myspace.com/elliee1music

is the world a superficial sphere?

so today was a real wake up call to who i'd been around for far too long. these days people make decisions based on how its going to help them in the future. everyone is so caught up in making themselves bigger and better that they've forgotten who really matters and what actually matters. and im probably being very hypocritical saying all this, but sometimes its easier to see it when the situation is turned in reverse.
#1 mental note: stop getting caught up in the world of the social climbers

the power of words

i met the most loveliest little girl today while i was busking at the camberwell market. she had long wispy hair that reached all the way down her back, and the rosiest roundest cheeks i had ever seen. she danced to every single one of the songs i sang for those two short hours. and when i was packing up she came over and looked me right in the eye
"you must sing forever please"
i kind of understand how powerful words are now..just a few days ago i deleted my formspring because of words that people i didn't even know were saying to me... and here i was getting absolutely the warmest feeling ever from a little 7 year old at the camberwell market.

justin bieber

while im in the mood for pictures.. heres someone extremely good looking and who has an incredible voice

is it home?

im not going to go over and over about how much it sucks to be home because im tired of not letting go and refusing to move on.
every day i make a point to think about that eight week home..too afraid to forget and to love what i came back to. but ive realised that things are just as beautiful, maybe not as green or as fresh...but definately wild and full of adventures. and perhaps i need to embrace what i have, keep memories but let go of the ones that need to fade.

and then its all over