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Some short thoughts about writing

Posted on April 15, 2014 at 12:15 PM Comments comments (0)

Writing... Writing text, with a computer keyboard. Or with a pencil in your diary. It doesn't really matter right? I just want to write. Books, blogs, lyrics, poetry... There are so many things I want to write. I want to express myself to the world. HELLO! I'M IMPORTANT! YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO ME! Now, do I want to write in this blog or in my other one? Why do I have two seperte ones? Why did I even style two different blogs? Making rules... It only gets in the way. I want to be free to write whatever. Just scribbled it down. Sure, I want to write long blog entrys too. But sometimes it should be easier than that. Hmm... What to do... Redesign everything again? Maybe...

Alpha Beta Culture

Posted on January 14, 2014 at 1:00 PM Comments comments (0)





Comix Zone




Eternal Sonata


Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles




Harvest Moon


Ikari Warriors


Jump Ultimate Stars


Katamari Damacy




Mafia: The City of Lost Heaven


Ni no Kuni




Parappa the Rapper




Ragdoll Blaster II




The Incredible Machine


Uncharted Waters


Viewtiful Joe


Warcraft II: Tides of Darkness




Yoshi's Story


Zelda II: The Adventure of Link


Posted on November 25, 2013 at 3:30 PM Comments comments (0)

Sometimes... You feel like an idiot. Or like a loser. Perhaps you forgot the tickets when you already drove five kilometers. Or maybe you just missed your chance for the girl you like. Maybe you hurt someone... Some days, all you do is fail. And in the evening, you feel you wasted the day. Nothing gained, nothing given, nothing good at all. The feeling might have been exaggerated by the constant waves of defeat, but it's still a feeling. And no less.

So what do you do? What can you do? Should you give up? Just let the day go to waste? Should you make the day longer, by staying up until the wee small hours of the morning? But then you lose sleep, is it really worth it? Maybe if you sleep, the next day won't be such a failure. Maybe, you'll win the day.


I recently moved away from my home country. To a very rainy city. I'm living indepentently, away from helping fathers and worrying mothers. Every day, I gotta make sure to win. I gotta make the most of my life. Fear Of Missing Out, FOMO. Am I struck by it? Am I stuck in it? Are we all? Bah, mumbles without meaning.

Letter 3

Posted on April 10, 2012 at 8:20 AM Comments comments (0)
Do you come
Together ever with him?
And is he dark enough?
Enough to see your light?
And do you brush your teeth before you kiss?
Do you miss my smell?
And is he bold enough to take you on?
Do you feel like you belong?
And does he drive you wild?
Or just mildly free?
What about me?

Letter 1

Posted on April 9, 2012 at 2:55 AM Comments comments (0)

I miss you, Jerry.

The mysterious equestrienne

Posted on August 14, 2011 at 4:45 PM Comments comments (0)

This day... was useless. I set two new records on Minesweeper... and completely wasted my time. I sat in my room, in front of my computer, in nothing but my sweatpants. Pretty pathetic.

I was stuck. I needed to get away.

So this evening I rode out, with my bike. If there was a choise I took the least known course. I passed some buildings, a longboarder, and came to a sort of harbor. I stopped and gazed over the water. I decided to go further. So I biked on.

On my little adventure I happened to bike straight into a forest. The trails were bothersome, although fun. But it started to get dark... Just then I smelled something... Horse. That familiar scent. I had arrived at a riding club. Because it was almost night time no one was there, so I explored the grounds a little. On a hill I stopped to watch the field where the horses ran. It was magic.

When I decided to exit the club I came to a dead end with trees ahead of me. On the other side was the way home so I just focused and made my way through the woods. Just as I got out I saw her, and froze.

She had appeared from nowhere, a real feet since she was on a horse. She stood still a couple of meters from me, on the road that led home. As the moments buzzed in superfast slowmotion, I couldn't make out a face or anything except a girl on a beautiful horse. Maybe because the horse was so appearant.

When my rational brain returned, I understood she had stopped because I, seemingly crazy, broke out of the woods with my bike. Maybe her horse had been startled. I turned away and went the other way, so she could proceed. When I turned around she was moving towards the riding club. I wanted to explain myself, why I had stumbled out from the trees and why I likely was trespassing the riding clubs grounds, so I slowly moved after her. I stopped at the entrance. She rode on further. In the light of a streetlamp I sat down and waited for her return. It was a long wait.

After a whole hour I quit my hopeless waiting. By this point it was more curiosity that kept me waiting. Why had she been riding this late in the evening? Where did she come from? Where did she go? And what kept her so long? I wanted so to meet her, or at least see a sign of her. I entered the clubs grounds once more, and this time I walked.

Was she still taking care of her horse? None of the houses were lit. It was very dark, and the forest around me was blackish blue and green. After a walk around the main building I was back at the entrance. And there was not a sight of the girl or the horse. I final prayer of miracle echoed inside of me. I hoped for extreme luck, because by this time I felt I would give anything to stumble upon her again.

But she was gone.

Finally, I rode my steel horse with no horse power back home in the night. And here I am. I realized afterwards that although I was scared, it's highly likely she was just a girl who was very afraid or maybe even petrified. If it was me on that horse I would be scared to death if an unknown stranger sprung out of the woods with a loud noice just meters from me, then biked away in the dark only to very sneaky follow me again. I even imagined that she saw me waiting for her and called the cops. She was all alone, after all.

But then again... I still can't keep from wondering. What had she been doing at that time riding? There was nobody but her there. Then she disappeared in the night... with no trace. Where had she gone? Who was she? Will I ever get an explanation to this? I guess I'll never know...


Posted on August 11, 2011 at 2:40 PM Comments comments (0)

So, I'm leaving my hometown. It is finally time for me to say fare well to the heart of Sweden and journey out to the world. What an adventure! Hardships will come, friendships will be formed, and boatships will sail by... Yes, I am traveling to the sea! I will live on the west coast, as my parents before me, and theirs before them. Behind me I leave the green, lush forests of home, and in front of me stands the blue ocean, still familiar though. Perfect! A last breeze of familiarity before I venture into the unknown! The gateway to the world; the last harbor, where the sailors wave goodbye. Ah, sweet skies, lay your blank, white pages before me, and let my footsteps be the letters to form the story!!

And, this marks a change in my life, no explaining necessary. This drastic change of enviroment has no competition in it's field. Time to live a new life once again, like many times before. New new new... New life! I AM NEW! So out with the old, in with me! Are you ready? Am I ready? Well, let's find out, shaant'we?

The chapters of my life, I will write myself! And when the lightning strikes me, I shall speed to these pages and let them be read - here. In Aetheray, in this Aetheray Epistel. I hope you will be the reader.