Writing Challenge: Writerly Reflections

I grew up reading books from author Astrid Lindgren. I even did a presentation of her in school once. Books like Ronia the Robber’s Daughter and Pippi Longstocking. The swedish versions. But I have always loved movie versions better. I loved Ronia the Robber’s Daughter. I haven’t actually read the book, our teacher read it out loud in class. The same with Narnia:The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. I also love The Brothers Lionheart, the movie. That proves why Lord of the rings and The Hobbit movies are my thing. I think my mother read Mio, My Son to me but I don’t really remember the story. Moomin was also a part of my childhood. I’ve read children’s books when I was in school. But I’m always been a lazy book reader. I prefer movie versions. I haven’t even finished Lord of the rings. I’ve tried (twice) but it just isn’t for me. I did manage to read The Hobbit a few years ago though. But that was much easier to read. I prefer reading biographies, nonfiction and books about a movies. Thick books with small fonts are a major turn off.

Writing stories were always my strongest point in school. I got good reviews from the teachers. We were given different titles and the pupils would choose one of them and make up stories. It was kind of fun after you came up with what you wanted to write about. I started to write fan fiction as an adult in English. Some of them I’ve posted on the internet (about Formula One drivers) They are usually about real people, except the stories are made up. I don’t write fiction based on books or movies. I don’t even read those. They are usually slash and I’m not interested in that.
I still have my first ever fan fiction and reading that, boy it was awful. Luckily I only wrote it to myself. I get my inspiration from my crushes. It depends who it is. That’s all I’m gonna say about that 😉

My stories are not good enough to be published. I only write to get the thoughts out of my head. It’s also fun to write when I feel like it. If they are good enough then I might post them on the internet. I write but I don’t call myself a writer. It’s only a hobby and will always remain so.

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What makes one person truly happy

They asked on a radio today about what makes people happy. That got me thinking, what makes me happy? Nothing much. At least no big things. My life has been more downside than upside. But I’ve learned to enjoy the small things. Recently, just waking up and not stay in bed for too long. And I love to sleep. But you can’t sleep all day. Just because your life is boring, it doesn’t mean you have to stay in bed all day.

What really lifts up my spirit is walking in the park or take a bike ride. Nothing is better than a nice and warm day. Not one of those hot summer days. I don’t like those. My mother and I went to these long bike rides. We took some juice and sandwiches or fruit with us and off we went. But now when she’s passed away, it won’t be the same again. I probably won’t do those trips anymore. Maybe short ones though. But doing bike trips alone is not really that bad. At least you have time to think.

No matter how difficult life gets, there’s always something to look forward to. The problem with people these day, they expect too much from life. Why not just live for today? That’s what I do. I used to be worried about not getting a job. Even my mother were worried I would never get anywhere. I had dreams and I wanted them to become reality. I felt I didn’t have time. When I was a teen, I felt anxious because I wanted things to happen within a certain period of time. But as I got older, that feeling was gone. I was in no hurry. I wasn’t worried I wouldn’t get anywhere in life. I didn’t give up but I didn’t stress about it either. I don’t care if my life won’t be exciting. I won’t have any regrets when I’m old and wrinkled. It just wasn’t meant to be. If I ever get that far that is. You never know when things are over for good.

So what makes me happy, was the question. Entertainment of different kind. Since I was a child, music and entertainment has been a big thing in my life. I watched a lot of music  and drama programs. Both on MTV (when it still was a music channel) and Finnish channels. When my favorite boy bands were on TV, I was always taped their interviews. I have lots of VHS tapes which are useless now. There was this music video program called ‘On the air’ which aired on Super Channel (now called NBC Europe) It was more of a radio on TV since there were only talking and no picture. They had bands and artists guest starring. Then they showed music videos. My English teacher were surprised how good my English was at the time. It was only because of that program.
Laughter is also a good cure to sadness. Even thought I watched those comedy shows a lots of time, they still making me laugh. Not just comedy shows, also funny interviews with funny people. E.g. The Hobbit cast. When they get together, it’s pure fun 😀

I just couldn’t live without TV and movies. They make me happy. What else is there?! ⭐

When the father is more interesting than the son

Not talking about real life. Gee, what do you take me for 😉

Talking about Thranduil and Legolas in The Hobbit. Somewhere in a forum, someone mentioned that Thranduil is prettier than Legolas. It got me an idea to this short story. It was late at night so forgive me if it’s awful.


Legolas found himself a girlfriend. She was no elf but close enough. She was beautiful and had pointy ears. The difference was she were mortal. She came from a far. No one was sure where. But Legolas loved her. The problem was though, it seemed she wasn’t really into him. She was kind and showed affection to him but somehow he felt she didn’t feel the same. When he asked her, she just said. “I care for you” But that was it.
Legolas thought, maybe she will love him in time. Days and weeks went by but nothing changed. She still “only cared for him” He was getting worried. Was she never gonna feel the same about him? He asked her again but she still said the same. Now he was really getting upset. What should he do? He knew he couldn’t make her fall in love with him. He couldn’t talk to anyone about his problem. Not even with his father Thranduil. All he seemed to care about was his kingdom and getting the jewels back from the dwarfs.

Three weeks later, Legolas was sitting with her outside the gates of the kingdom. She only looked out to the forest. The sun was about to go down. He looked at her, wondering what she was thinking. Lately she had been quiet. She probably didn’t want a conflict of any sort. He knew she would only get upset if he kept asking her questions. But he couldn’t stay silent any longer. He would probably lose her after this.
“You’ve been here over a month and still you only tell me you care for me. Are you ever gonna tell me anything else?” He said but she didn’t look at him
He stood up and got in front of her so the sunset were behind him, casting a shadow over her face. She looked up and smiled but didn’t say anything. Legolas was usually a calm elf but now he was getting frustrated. He was about to slap her cheek when he hears his father’s voice behind them.
“Legolas”
He took his hand down and looked at his father, who looked upset.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
She stood up and turned around. A smile appeared on her face. Legolas noticed it was different. He had a hunch what was going on.
“Nothing” Legolas said and looked down
“Get inside. You never know when someone might attack” Thranduil said and went back inside
She kept looking at him and was about to follow. Legolas grabbed her arm.
“What is going on?” He asked upset
“Leave me alone” She said and tried to get herself lose
“So this is the reason for all this?”
“What reason?” She said, looking puzzled
“Come on, you know what I mean”
“Let me go first”
Legolas let her.
“I know I should have said it earlier but I was too shy to approach the matter. The truth is, I like your father better”
Legolas couldn’t believe his ears. Instead of starting acting crazy, he stayed calm. He couldn’t believe he had to compete with his father.
“He doesn’t care for you, all he cares about is himself. He’ll never even look your way”
“You only say that because you’re upset. I’ll prove you wrong” She said and walked inside
Legolas just stood there. Was this her thank you after everything? Had he wasted all his time trying to make her love him? He could not just stand by and watch on the side. He had to stop her from trying. He had to get to his father before she could.


Things you get in your head at night. It’s a bit weird that Lee Pace and Orlando Bloom play father and son when the latter is 2 years older. It doesn’t matter because they could be related for real.