: About Me

A professional graphic design and musician by trade, I also enjoy writing.

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Cheers,

Little Strawberry

My passion is ...

Writing, music, design, interior decorating, food, drink...

I know too much about ...

...Well, to be honest, I'm not sure!

My parents always told me ...

To believe in myself. Corny, I know, but it works!

My childhood ambition ...

To be a designer and a musician. Funnily enough, that's what I am now. My next ambition is to become a typographer. I think it's important to be passionate about something.

My favorite memory ...

Lying on the carpet with my sibling, pretending we were airplanes.

Why I write ...

To get the words out of my head. I feel compelled to write, sometimes I wake up in the night to write things down, and can't get back to sleep until I do.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I'm currently reading 'Perfume, The Story of A Murderer' by Patrick Suskind, watching the film 'Atonement', and listening to Nickel Creek...

My first job ...

Was at Burger King! I took a year off school after Year 9, and was offered a job there instead for a year. I'd just quit school, was very angry, and swept the gym floor for my uncle. The boss of Burger King was training and asked who cleaned the gym. I started school when I was barely four, smart but I didn't get along with the other kids. I thought maybe if I lessened the age-gap by taking a year off, it might help. It didn't. But I did make loads of money (well, in those days, anyway, lol).

My best moment ...

I don't have one. I think they (best moments) occur all the time, it just depends on your view of things whether the moment itself is good or not.

My inspiration ...

my family, relationships, art, music, love, food, drink, nature, the 1950's and 1960's, typography, writing, painting, movies, people

Creative Writing > Humor Humor: How I know it's Christmas

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When I was very small, on Christmas Eve, me and my sibling would each take a spare pillow, and sit it on the end of our beds. In the morning, our pillows would be full of presents, and we'd wake up at 2am and kick the pillows repeatedly until they fell off the beds. Then we'd drag them into our parent's room, and proceed to have a grand show-and-tell of "Look what we got for CHRISTMAS!". After about five minutes of which, it was announced that it is the middle of the night and sleep is very, very important. A few years later, I would use the phrase "It's CHRISTMAS!" as a weapon against my ...

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