Writing 101:God, the serial killer that never gets caught

Today’s writing 101 is perfect for me. If someone knows about loss, it’s me. It feels like my whole life has been about loss. Nothing is worse than losing a loved one. Going personal now even if this blog is not about that. This will be a difficult task for me to write but I have to do it. So here it goes.

It started in 1983 (soon my age will be revealed :D) I was 6 years old. My big sister had been ill since she was a child but it got worse as she got older. I was so young at the time so I don’t remember much about it. She spent her time in the hospital a lot. That’s one of the reasons I don’t like hospitals. My mother had to stop working to care of her at home. I went to preschool so my mother could concentrate on my sister’s well-being. All I remember her laying on the hospital bed with see-through plastic over her bed and her food didn’t stay inside her stomach her anymore. I don’t exactly know what kind of disease she had. It was something about her immune system.

So on October 26, they called from the hospital that my sister had passed away. I don’t remember how the news was told to me. I asked my mother about it years later. I had been in my bedroom making a box out of Lego and put Lego pieces in it. She asked what I was doing and I asked who will give her food now (or something like that) Just the thought about a 6-year-old wondering about that is heartbreaking. I don’t think I really understood what had happened. That was the first time I knew what loss was. It turned my life completely. I’ve thought about how my life would have been if it things wouldn’t have turned out the way they did. I never talked about my sister because people wouldn’t have understood anyway. I did that a few times and they just felt sorry for me. I just didn’t like the look on their faces. There was an incident in school with a class mate once but my mother never told me what it was even if I asked. I don’t remember any of it. Maybe it was for the better. Growing up without a sibling, takes its toll. I would be a total different person if I had my sister around. She was only 10 and too young to die. I was glad she was my sister.

Even if I’m not religious, I do believe in God. Even if God is the serial killer that never gets caught. He takes people away from you no matter how important they are to you. It doesn’t matter if they’re good, God still punishes you. Maybe there is a reason for it. But it doesn’t stop there. Just when you thought your life is back on track, next thing happens.

To be continued…

Writing 101: They’re playing our song

Choose 3 songs, yeah right. Where will I found those? I have no special memories of any songs. I liked so many over the years. One thing is for sure, music in the 2000’s is crap. Most of them. Classics rule. Ok I got those three songs, you asked for.

Pray- Take That

American’s probably don’t know who they were (still are) But they were a boyband from Manchester, England. They were popular in the 1990’s. The were 5 guys who danced and sang. Won’t go into details. This was their first number one in the UK. The video was shot in Acapulco. I loved the band. They were my teenage crush. You people don’t know what you missed. Backstreet boys, who?

A view to a kill- Duran Duran

My mum taped songs from the radio and this was one of them. It’s a theme song for the James Bond movie, A view to a kill. That’s all. Duran Duran is still the bomb.

Hand on your heart – Kylie Minogue

I remember this song but I never remember what it is called, I remember the video though. I always wished she would be my sister. Some kind of substitute to my own sister. Kylie just seemed down to earth and someone who could be there for you. Later I have found the song on GrooveShark and I still love it.

Phew I made it. 15 minutes up.

Writing 101, Day 1: Unlock the mind

Unlock the mind you say. You ask for it. Don’t complain if you don’t like it. Yadda yadda in 20 minutes. Yes sir I can boogie. ♫Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear me, Happy birthday to me♫ I feel like Mr Bean. He has no friends either. I buy my own gifts but at least I know what I get. Watched 24 Live another day yesterday. Gosh it’s good. I didn’t even know why Jack Bauer is a traitor. 5 minutes gone.

Then I forgot where it ended last time. It is 4 years ago so how would I have guessed. Jack Bauer I mean. Still with me? They think he tries to kill the president of United States but he just want to save your bloody ass. Don’t they get it, morons. Yesterday the new episode of Game of thrones was shown in the US. I haven’t watched it yet. The same with Halt and catch fire with Lee Pace. How soon I forget. Well it wasn’t on Finnish TV anyway. Internet is the one and only. Soon 10 minutes gone and I’m not even half way. Did I mention Lee Pace. Should I post this entry. I already did post today. It’s my birthday so what a hell. 10 minutes gone.

Tick tack, brain fell a sleep. That’s what you get when you listen to Duran Duran. Love them. That’s enough of that. Are you sleeping or why are you quiet? Oh bloody blog thing. It’s like talking to a wall. Like Twitter and Facebook. But boo, who cares. I was saying. Ok Lee Pace. Why is he in my head? All I need to know. Oh that was a Duran Duran song. The sun is shining. But I hate it when it’s everywhere. In your eyes especially. Who want to read this nonsense. Not so much to write in this 5 minutes. It’s over soon. Fun to read how much crap I wrote. Five more.

Minutes I mean. I forgot what I was talking about. Some people are morons. Like that one idiot putting the light on in the stairs when the sun is shining. Then those idiot parking their cars on the payment. Back to driving school you jackass. There’s a jackass born every minute and a lot of those live in Finland. Finnish idiots. Idiots of the world. Everyone shut up. Especially the idiots downstairs. You call that singing. Ok that Lee Pace went away and the 20 minutes is up. Nice to know you. I’m fading in the shadows in. Like now.