All the things I am

At this exact moment in my life, I am a...

Daughter
Sister
Granddaughter
Cousin
Niece
Friend
Buddy
An Australian
Camper
Student
Lover
An occasional fighter
Someone's future lover
Footy lover
Crush
City-dweller
Country-lover
Chemistry lab partner
Food tech partner
Blog writer
Blog reader
Slave to homework
Lover of True Blood
Part-time worker
Sometime-bitch
Debutante ball partner
Crazy kid
Serious young adult
Gym junkie
Frequent insomniac
Lover of sneakers
Hater of jackets
Peace-maker
Heart-breaker
Skateboarder
Recovering Lost addict
Confident grown-up-in-the-making
Scared, confused little girl

That's me. Who and what are you? xx Peppercorn Swirls

PEPPER

I work part-time at a fast-food service that sells Asian foods and stuff, and I’ve discovered that complaints are only made when I’m the server! Like yesterday, a girl comes up to me and complains about there being too much pepper in the spring rolls, and that we should ask the customer if they want pepper on their food being serving it to them, as some may be allergic. But the clincher is, we don’t even have pepper in the spring roll, nor will we ever! Jeez, humans are so stupid sometimes. xx Peppercorn Swirls

Mindless self-indulgence

Today at school, my homeroom teacher made everyone fill out a list of favourite things for a get-to-know-each-other task. And since you don’t know anythin’ ‘bout me, I’ll just write out my answers to the questions here.

Favourite Activity I’m not sure what you mean by ‘activity’. Maybe reading people’s minds.
Favourite Color I’m colour-blind.
Favourite Subject At School Ew, are you seriously forcing me to think about school AT SCHOOL?
Favourite Food Does ice count as a food?
Favourite Singer/Band KoRn. Good memories. Like when someone asked “What are you watching?” and I replied with “KoRn”, but they thought I said porn.
Favourite Secondary School Teacher I hate them all.
Favourite TV Shows The six o’clock news.
Favourite Movie Made In The Last Three Years Twilight. Team Charlie all the way!
Favourite Animal Gremlin.

Those are the original answers I wrote for each question. I was just too annoyed at the time & couldn’t be bothered to answer properly. So I guess that’s not telling you much about me. xx Peppercorn Swirls

A little (ok, LONG) taggg

Amanda-K wants me to do the 30 day music challenge, but seeing as I only post twice a month, I won’t do it. Actually, I could just write in the name of a song for each of the days... but meh. If I tried doin’ that, I’d somehow end up on Omegle halfway through. So... I’ll tag the most music-lovin’ bloggers I know. Beeee and RaRawr. There, hope you two have fun with that! Oh, & the questions are below.

Day 01 - Your favorite song
Day 02 - Your least favorite song
Day 03 - A song that makes you happy
Day 04 - A song that makes you sad
Day 05 - A song that reminds you of someone
Day 06 - A song that reminds of you of somewhere
Day 07 - A song that reminds you of a certain event
Day 08 - A song that you know all the words to
Day 09 - A song that you can dance to
Day 10 - A song that makes you fall asleep
Day 11 - A song from your favorite band
Day 12 - A song from a band you hate
Day 13 - A song that is a guilty pleasure
Day 14 - A song that no one would expect you to love
Day 15 - A song that describes you
Day 16 - A song that you used to love but now hate
Day 17 - A song that you hear often on the radio
Day 18 - A song that you wish you heard on the radio
Day 19 - A song from your favorite album
Day 20 - A song that you listen to when you’re angry
Day 21 - A song that you listen to when you’re happy
Day 22 - A song that you listen to when you’re sad
Day 23 - A song that you want to play at your wedding
Day 24 - A song that you want to play at your funeral
Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh
Day 26 - A song that you can play on an instrument
Day 27 - A song that you wish you could play
Day 28 - A song that makes you feel guilty
Day 29 - A song from your childhood
Day 30 - Your favorite song at this time last year
xx Peppercorn Swirls

It’s not MY fault I don’t like her

Today I got a lecture on what a bad sister I was:

Teacher: “Yeah! I swim an hour a day. I’m really fit you know.”
Class: -ahem-
Jay: “I started swimming when I was eleven.”
Random Guy: “What?! I learnt to swim when I was like four.”
Me: “LOL, I could swim when I was five.”
Jay: “Well that’s different..”
Me: “How? Even my sister can swim! And she’s like……”
Class: “FAIL, AWW.”
Me: “Shut up, I’m trying to think how old she is, she’s in.. umm..”
Teacher: “Oh the forgotten sister of yours. Shameful Pepper.”
Anne: “AHAH, LIKE EIGHT?”
Me: “OMG OMG! I KNOW! She’s ten this year.”
xx Peppercorn Swirls

Devil's Child

This story is somethin’ I'm experimenting with. One of my first tries of writing in this style. Do tell me whatcha think.

Old decaying oak trees lined the forest trail, their dangling braches stretched outwards like claws ready to rip apart anyone who dared venture near. A little girl silently walked by. Her ruffled hair got caught in the stray braches as she ducked and went deeper into the woods. If there was anyone around, they would most probably think she’s lost her mother. “Poor child,” they’d coo. But this is the woods. The woods that every mother warned their child never to venture near.
Somewhere, something moved. Its eyes gleamed in the darkness as it followed the girl’s scent. As if on cue, the woods were suddenly enveloped in an eerie silence. There wasn’t a rustle in the trees, and it was as if the birds had suddenly abandoned this forsaken land. The woods, if it were possible, looked even more menacing than before.
The little girl stopped. She tilted her head as if she’s picking up a scent that puzzles her, and her lips curled into a grin.
“Beast.”
A low growl greeted her as a dark winged creature emerged into view. Its wings were coated with large black feather, its body like a panther. It snarled and bared its fangs as the girl beamed and ran towards it like a child would to a pet dog.
“I’m hungry, beast. Did you bring food?”
Beast began coughing and choking, looking like how birds would when feeding their offspring through regurgitation. A noticeable bump began moving slowly up Beast’s throat. The little girl licked her lips in anticipation.
Thump! What seems like a mutilated child’s hand dropped from Beast’s mouth as it offered it to the girl. The hand was coated in saliva and there were bruises all over it. Somewhere a mother must be crying over her lost child, she thought. She picked up her food and devoured it hungrily, occasionally flashing her sharp fangs.
Once she was done, blood was dripping from her chin and she frowned at Beast.
“I’m still hungry, Beast.”
This time Beast just sat there and growled.
She pouted childishly and kicked Beast in its snout. Although Beast was almost three times her size, it didn’t attack and instead, snarled.
“I will hunt tonight.”
The little girl wiped her chin on the back of her hand absentmindedly and made her way towards the village as she hummed a little lullaby.

xx Peppercorn Swirls.