Category: Writing challenges

Contains of both Daily Writing Prompts and RagTag Daily Prompts.

Weekly Writing Challenge: My name is… my name is…

Mia9 Comments

Not Slim Shady though.

I didn’t really like my first name (Mia) when I was younger. Not even saying it out loud. I still don’t. These days I actually like it. It’s short to write and easy to remember. That’s what my mother probably thought too. In Finnish it’s spelled with 2 “i’s” but mine is only one. I tell people when they write my name that it’s with one “i” only. I’m very particular with that. Hate it if people write it wrong.
In Finland everyone that is baptized usually have 1 to 3 middle names. Mine has a hyphen between them. So you could say it’s 2 middle names when it’s actually 1.

I never had a nickname but I wasn’t really into that anyway. What really is a bit annoying. People being called Mia when their real name really is Maria or similar. It’s a disgrace for us that has been baptized with that name. I don’t think the name should be used as a nickname. Especially when people introduces themselves by their nicknames and pretending it’s their real name. If your real name isn’t Mia, why are you claiming it’s your name.

Call it weird but I have actually named my mobile Hayden (after Hayden Christensen) and my STB (Set-top box), Anakin. It was my Star Wars phase when I bought them. My TV is called Wentworth (after Wentworth Miller) I think I named my bike something but I can’t remember what it was. I’ve never had a pet, so I name material things instead. Like I did with dolls when I was a child.

Actually the first thing I thought about this Weekly Writing Challenge:Power of names was certain male names that sound sexy when you say them out loud. But that’s another story for another day.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years

Mia19 Comments

This Weekly Writing Challenge really is a challenge. I don’t want to reveal too much about myself. I’m still sticking to the “no personal stuff” policy on this blog. So I won’t get into much detail.

Age is a thing I’ve never had any problems with. But it’s the society that seems to have. People expect you to have a family at the age of 30 and a decent job. If you don’t, there must be something wrong with you. I’ve never had a real job (only part-time ones with no real pay), no real relationship nor bought a flat. But it still doesn’t make me a sad person. Sometimes it feels like I’m the only person on earth that doesn’t have enough of experience with anything. It feels like I’m still a teen even if I haven’t been that in years. I’m still young and have a lot of time ahead of me but somehow the society doesn’t see it that way. With society I mean, work places and such.
I still don’t think I have missed anything. I never needed to rebel. I hated parties and people drinking too much. I always thought I was more mature than other people at my age. I don’t envy those with relationship problems or people with kids. I would rather choose freedom than responsibility. That way I’m still a kid at heart.

I never knew what I wanted to be, career wise. Everything seemed to be boring. It took years and years. I’ve tried a lot of things and studied different things but still I have no career. My life seems so boring. What really upsets me it that, when I finally know what I want to do, the society punch me in the face. There is no job and if there is, you need a driver’s license. Or you have to be a student. Of course young people always seems to get internships or part-time jobs. Someone with no job experienced. When I was at that age, I didn’t get that much help. Now there’s all kinds of youth programs that gives young people opportunities to get job experiences. Where were those then?!

If I could turn back time, I would do things differently. But since I can’t, I just have to accept the way things are. All you can do is look forward. In my case, to tomorrow. I wouldn’t want to live forever. There’s enough to tolerate at the present anyway.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Threes

Mia6 Comments

Let me tell you story. Picture it. It’s summer in 2010. The sun is shining. It’s time for the yearly cycling competition. It’s held in a city somewhere in Finland. The race takes place around a river. Over a bridge to the other side of the river and back over another bridge. The race has 50 laps. Viewers better not get in the way because they are going very fast and the competition is tough. Even though it’s summer, it’s not that warm. As a matter a fact, it’s kind of chilly.

Here I am standing with my camera in my hand. I’ve watched this competition before but without a camera. I have tried many times to take pictures of fast-moving things but they haven’t turned that good. I’ve tried different set ups but I’ve never found the right one. Maybe I have the wrong lens. I’m using a EF-s 17-55 mm but that’s all I own but I’m trying the best I can. I usually keep the Mode Dial at P because it’s faster and I don’t have to think what set ups I should use. Now I try the Tv and M but the cyclists are going so fast so I don’t have time to think about set ups. It’s now or never. Click, click I go. I move to another place and do the same. I don’t care about the set ups now. Who has the time? I’m here to take pictures and not practising photography. I take pictures and hope for the best. I’m not one of those people who take hundreds of photos of one thing. It’s not like I’m a pro photographer. Even though that was my dream at the time. Not so sure anymore. Who wants to hire me anyway? I don’t even have a driver’s license. Like that’s important.

When I get home and look at the pictures on the computer. I must say, not bad after all.

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