Here are my thoughts on the A-Z Challenge this year.
01 - An unofficial participant — This year, I didn't bother signing on the Reveal list or the Master list which makes me an unofficial participant. I think they (the a-z people who hosted the challenge) is collecting a bit too much data from participants especially on the master list. It is mostly social media links and physical locations and yes/no questions but still, it's a bit much but I guess excessive info is necessary for reasons I'll never understand. Just a name, a blog link and whether you are posting adult content - that's enough information for me which is how it was in the beginning.
May 01, 2023
Reflections: Notes on the 2023 A-Z Challenge
April 30, 2023
Zig or Zag
Here's a few Zig or Zag choice questions.
01 - An illogical but happy ending or A logical but sad ending?
02 - Remember everything or Forget everything?
03 - Understand half of every language or Understand fully one language?
04 - Speak for a week or Silent for a week?
05 - Idle all the time or Busy all the time?
06 - Lunch with polite idiots or Lunch with rude geniuses?
07 - Be wise and unhappy or Dumb and happy?

April 29, 2023
Yada Yada
Can you fill in the 'yada yada', ie, what happened in between?

April 28, 2023
X Questions
Here are X (10) random questions for you.
I - What is the 1 thing you will never stop doing?
II - Are there 2 things you regret not doing yesterday?
III - What 3 things you do every morning?
IV - Do you curse 4 or more times per day?
V - Given the chance to make anything happen, what 5 things would you do?
VI - What might you be doing at 6 am?
VII - Will you laugh 7 times today?
VIII - Have you ever gone without using your phone for 8 or more hours?
IX - When you were 9, did you think the world was your oyster?
X - Do you think owning 10 books is too much or too little?

April 27, 2023
Fiction: Weird tales from the Wardrobe
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I was in the wardrobe since forever or so I had imagined. Time was there but I only felt its presence from here and there. Now and then, I was taken out for a brief meeting with the sunshine after a thorough run through the cool, bubbly water. Sometimes if the weather was foul, I was thrown into a large heated box where I spun round and round until I could take no more and the water had been squeezed out of me. I was then folded and tucked inside a box and placed back into the wardrobe. Once, I was always bringing warmth and comfort to everyone but now I'm wore thin but they still kept me. I had a lot of time to enjoy the sounds of the living passing through. It's not much but I carried on as the choice to stay or to leave was never mine.
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I was often opened and closed like a book. Time wore me down but time also kept me intact. I missed only what was written and sometimes what wasn't. Black and blue, I sometimes bled and even red, now and then. Color was a joy to me and so was the folds and lines of my outer shell. Sometimes, I was folded up and crammed into a box and placed in the back of the wardrobe. Other times, I was taken out and placed here and there. Once, I had started out as a clean, flat, empty void and in time, I was full of hope, despair, happiness, desires and everything in between. Were I to be given a choice, I would have stayed empty. Once filled, I had no choice but to feel everything.
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Always, I wore my smile, now slightly faded, even when a part of me is broken. My job was to smile and bring joy to the little ones. Sometimes I wished I had a voice to talk to them, tell them how well they are doing or what they must stop doing or even to say a few words of comfort when they are unhappy. But words was not my talent. My smile was but it didn't always bring joy. Once, I was thrown against a wall. For weeks, my view was tilted but I didn't fret. It was normal to expect some calamities. Later, I was tucked into the back of the wardrobe and left in the darkness. Once in a while, when the door to the wardrobe opened, a bit of light would land on me and hope would sneak into my thoughts but it quickly left when the door was closed. In time, I knew I was never going anywhere. Was it my fate to stay in the darkness? The darkness had no answer. I had no answer. I continued to smile whether anyone sees it or not.
Can you guess the object in each story? The answers may vary from what I intended but if you want to know, answers over here.

April 26, 2023
Vacillation, Vocation & Vexation
1 - Vacillation - something you keep changing your mind on
2 - Vocation - something you are particularly suited to do or particularly drawn toward, such as a career or occupation
3 - Vexation - something that annoys you
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My answers:
1 - Vacillation - I change my mind on pretty much everything
2 - Vocation - maybe a writer although my grammar is still wonky after all these years
3 - Vexation - I get a bit annoy when people rush when they are doing me a favor but when I do them a favor, they seem to think I shouldn't rush

April 25, 2023
Unusual Creatures of Unexplained Existence
Darling Darlington (DD): Welcome to another episode of Unusual Creatures of Unexplained Existence. I'm your host Darling Darlington. Today we have a very special guest, Mory from Somewhere, Nowhere. He is here to promote his latest book, Existence is Futile. Welcome, Mr. Mory.
Mory: Thank you, Miss Darlington. I am very happy to be here. Please, call me Mory. May I call you Darling?
DD: No. Let's get straight to it. Is it true you are the manifestation from someone's mind?
April 24, 2023
TV Show Revivals - A Rambling
I loved a lot of tv shows and I was sad when they finished airing but I don't want revivals of those shows. When a show is over or is cancelled, that's it for me. I don't want them to be revived even if they didn't have a definite ending. Even if they use the same actors, writers, directors, producers or use the same set, etc, it's just not the same. That certain, original flavor, flair or uniqueness is gone. Plus, I really prefer not to see my favorite characters all aged or changed since it's a bit weird since I've never seen those actors grow older. So I'm not a fan of show revivals. How about you? Do you like your favorite tv shows to be revived or stayed the way they had ended?

April 22, 2023
Fiction: The Sometimes Girl
Sometimes reality disappears on me - either behind a set of gloomy clouds or some tall buildings. I wait for it to come back. I look and look and keep on looking but it doesn't appear. I shift about nervously in my skin, not knowing if I should still wait or leave.
Sometimes dreams I have never known before, arrive in the mail. They come boxed and wrapped in pretty yellow papers. I laugh with great glee as I hold the boxes in my hands. But when I open the boxes, one after the other, all they contain are empty spaces where things used to be.
Sometimes, there is no me. There is only the shell that represents me. I wear it like a winter coat - struggling to stay warm while cold wind keeps seeping in through the buttons holes.
Sometimes and only sometimes, a girl with my face appears at my front door. She is here even when she is not. She demands I return to her what I have stolen - her face. I have no reply. I stare at her and wonder why she is not me or why I am not her. She is perfect. Her hair is perfectly shaped with no strays. Her skin is a luminous sheen of satin. She curls her deliciously pink lips at me with a smirk that says I am superior and I am the only one. As if to say, there is no me. The me is a thin copy of her - a mimic of a mimic. The girl knows this and she acknowledges this with another smirk upon her pink lips. She lifts her head higher so that she is taller than me. Her ankles have band-aids on them and yet, she stands like someone with all the power in the world. She waits for me to respond. But again, I have nothing to say. She crosses her arms and stares down at me and waits for me to disappear or fade away. But I close the door on her instead.
For awhile, the girl keeps visiting me and I keep silent until one long summer day, she stops visiting. I begin to believe she have truly gone away. But every now and then, in my dreams, she appears all glowing with perfect certainty that time is on her side. But she always fades away as if she knows she isn't going away forever. And she always knows I cannot be her. Not then, not now nor later.

April 21, 2023
Reading and Respect: A Rambling
There is no such thing as a person who does everything right but as main characters in books, I would like them to be a little better than the average person at making moral judgments but not necessary for everything they do but just enough that I won't think they're asshats and maybe allow me to respect them a little.
How about you? Do you need to respect a main character in order to enjoy a book?

April 20, 2023
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April 19, 2023
Procrastination: A Rambling
I believe procrastination is kind of an excuse so you don't have to deal with whatever you wish to avoid doing. So sometimes I went with the mentally of Why do it now when I can do it later? even when there's no way of avoiding the things I keep putting off.
So why do I procrastinate? Maybe it's a habit that I simply grow into overtime. Maybe I like doing it. There is some joy in putting things off, like certain task is just so annoying that, doing it later is kind of nice. Maybe I'm lazy? I don't think being lazy and procrastinating are exactly the same thing. I may be lazy but I don't procrastinate to be lazy. Sometimes lazy is just lazy. I may lack motivation to do certain things right away but is that considered procrastinating or just being lazy?
But perhaps there is no meaning to procrastinating. It is just a delay because you can't avoid doing certain things anyway.
How about you? Have you ever procrastinated? Do you think you need a purpose to your procrastination?

April 18, 2023
Opening Lines
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— How's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones
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— Pahua and The Soul Stealer by Lori M. Lee
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— The Restaurant At The End of The Universe by Douglas Adams

April 17, 2023
Nearly New News From the Weird Wide World
In Sunshine, Florida, scientists has recently discovered a colony of garden gnomes living in their own little corner of the world inside a four-story building surrounded by a tall gate which no humans could enter. They called their society GDG - Gnomes Do Good. After an extensive negotiation through the mail plus the offer of free supplies of sweets, our reporter and her assistant were granted an exclusive and brief entrance.
Gnomes are known to ensure a bountiful harvest, good luck or keep evil spirits away but humans these days aren't as good at believing such things considering most garden gnomes are made of glass, porcelain or plastic. Statics had shown many garden gnomes had lost their homes or had been thrown away carelessly like trash. This has contributed to the disappearance of garden gnomes for the last ten years according to biologists at the Royally Lazy University. They believed it was the reason the gnomes decided to form their own colony. We asked the GDG whether this was true via a note slipped under their front door. We had to wait for an answer as gnomes are known to move extremely slow and no human eye could catch their movements. After 71 hours, someone threw a note from a window from the second story of the GDG building. The note, scribbled in red color pencil, said: "Bugger off!"
When we pressed for more, another note fell from the same window a few hours later. This one is typed and signed by Gordon Lighttalker, GDG's publicist. It said: "The gnomes have passed on a message: We wish to be left alone in peace. And would you please get your fat asses off our lawn now? Thank you very much." Just as we prepared to leave, another note fell down. This one had a special message: "To those gnomes who have been wandering lost and alone, there is a place for you. Come and we will gladly welcome you." It was signed The GDG. We wish the GDG peace and prosperity. And please take good care of your gnomes.
April 15, 2023
Messages from Beyond or Wherever
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April 14, 2023
Fiction: Long Vacation to the Moon
Moona is going on a long vacation - a permanent escape to the moon. No letters of farewell. No ruse to change her mind from the plan. She sits calmly at the wait station. All her belongings surrounds her like a wall of a familiar home - a suitcase full of clothes, an umbrella almost new, a used violin brought at a garage sale and a box of keepsakes with all the things she wants with her for relocation.
Night has almost set in. Through the tall glass windows, Moona can make out the dark shapes of the trees. While inside, the lights above shine brilliantly down upon her and hundreds of travelers who will join her in the relocation. She is not the only one heading for a far destination but she is the only one wanting to leave this world.
A week before, she has spent mending relationships and ending old ones. There has been just a few friends and neighbors but no one dear to her that she needs to say goodbye to. Not that it makes much difference. Nothing she do can really mend or end anything. She knows she will be forgotten in time. Though she may like leaving, she does not want to leave any grief behind her. All she wants is to start fresh - with the baggages of her past and even the present, behind her.
It has been luck that Moona was chosen. She has signed her name on the list without really thinking she might have a chance. Good or bad luck, she isn't sure which but it must be good luck after all the years of bad luck. First, she lost her father, then her mother, then her two older brothers. Each time, she has wanted to escape but there is no escaping grief not even if you stand at the top of the tallest building in the world. She has tried that by standing at the top of the fourth tallest building in the world. The wind has been too wild for her to even blink. But it has made her decision a whole lot easier.
She adjusts her glasses retrofitted into goggles especially made by the people at Planet Moon Air. It lets her see without her wearing too many layers of visual repairments or said the man with the white coat.
A group of people in dark blue uniforms passes by. Around her, the others turn to watch as the uniformed men and women walk toward an area cornered off by black ropes with 301 on on the double doors. The two guards opened the doors and the uniformed men and women step inside and the grounds shut the doors silently. Soon, Moona will wear a uniform just like them or something similar. There has been many things she has been told to expect and yet, no one has said how the journey will affect them in the long haul. But they have all signed papers that said whatever happens, no one but the volunteer is responsible. But there is a promised future that Moona expects but knows not all things will turn out the way you expect them to.
She takes out the pocket watch given to her by her father. There is still a five minutes left plus seven minutes. She has mirrored her father's habit of setting her watch ahead. It reminds her to always move forward. He has said, Live in the future that is not yet written, a future that might still be good. It only takes one tick of the watch dial for things to change.
Time has not been important to Moona, not even after her family was gone. Even now, time is just time and yet, there is a part of her eagerly waiting for time to pass so that she may start her new life.
Out of 2,500 people, only 1,201 has been selected. Even after having been chosen, it has been a long process to getting here. There has been tests - mental, physical, written such as a gravity test where they checked how long it would take you to throw up in their anti-gravity chamber. Moona lasted four hours, just one hour more than most people. There was also several other tests that has been simple but the one where they played annoying sounds such as children screaming or loud heavy metal music to see which one would last before they surrender. Moona has been used to loud noises growing up in various group homes and has lasted eight hours, three less than the lady with nine children.
"Unit 701, please gather your belongings toward Entrance 201 and get ready for departure." The announcer's voice is clear but emotionless. The words echo gently through Moona's mind like something she has heard in a dream. Is it real? She half rises to listen as the message is repeated. She grins and begins to gather her things. For a third time, the message is said with a voice almost as loud as her fast beating heart. She is ready for her long vacation to the moon.

April 13, 2023
Kindred Spirit Animal
Your kindred spirit animal is:
A — an alligator with no teeth but lots of wisdom
B — a bee who is a bit stingy with time
C — a cat with no hair but lots of loyalty
D — a deer with a kind disposition
E — an emu with a lot of persuasive powers
F — a fox with no sense of direction
G — a goose with an optimistic attitude
H — a horse who is a bit of a sloth
I — an impala (a type of antelope) with a quick wit
J — a jellyfish with a picky personality
K — a kangaroo with charisma
L — a lion with a quiet roar but big feet
M — a meerkat with great intelligence
N — a nurse shark with lots of patience
O — an octopus with nine arms and is very handy
P — a piglet with a small brain but is very friendly
Q — a quokka (a type of marsupial) with an endearing smile
R — a rabbit with a sense of humor
S — a sloth with charisma and is very neat
T — a tortoise who moves slow but knows a lot
U — an utonagan (a type of dog) with a love for pizza
V — a valley bulldog who likes to play 'sit' a lot
W — a weasel who is very loyal
X — an xeme (sabine's gull) who is a bit sneaky
Y — a yak who likes to laugh
Z — a zebra without stripes but with a knack for math

April 12, 2023
Just three things
In you feel incline, answer one or all.
1 - Joy: something that makes you happy
2 - Job: something you're good at (but not necessary a job)
3 - Joke: something you heard or seen that just makes you smile or laugh every time
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My answers:
1 - Joy: jigsaw puzzles but not the digital kind
2 - Job: decluttering, probably too good at it, I sort of regret throwing some things away
3 - Joke: cute bunnies, that's today's answer, tomorrow, it may be different

April 11, 2023
Fiction: Idle Days
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The Flower Vendor On The Pont Des Arts, Paris by Victor Gabriel Gilbert |
Her days has been quiescent, full of idle moments. She sells her flowers and keeps time but she is never certain why. What is time when you have few moments of possibilities? Now and then, hope appears but never blooms.
In a reflection here and there, she sometimes glimpses a different version of herself. Someone without beauty, without hope. She is a reminder of what will never pass. And yet, this mirage keeps her whole, keeps her from straying.
Some days, she would think perhaps someone will come and will take her home and cherished her. And others days, she wanders through the streets looking at everything and finding nothing.
Years ago, she had made a deal with some unknown being. The promise of long life and good health in exchange for her soul. At first, all is well. She hasn't had to worry about getting sick or hurt but then time slipped on and she began to feel the gloom that comes with living a long life and being alone. So she waited. And waited.
Here she still waits with her flowers and her health. Alone. Here she must stay and wait for the end.

April 10, 2023
Honest voicemail greetings
I really like answering machines more than voicemail on a smart phone. It's easier to ignore calls if you aren't constantly reminded you have calls. Anyway, here are some make-up voicemail greetings.
01 - I'm not in today. I may not be in tomorrow. I may not be in next week but rest assured, I am somewhere ignoring your call. In any case, please leave a message so I can ignore that too.
02 - You have reached an unauthorized number. By leaving a message, you have approved to have people in dark suits come to your house after the end of the call. They will give you a full body check and press you to take several mind tests. Be assured, they will not harm you as long as you cooperate with them. If you think you can handle all that, leave a message, and if not, hang up.
03 - Currently, there is no one at home. This might or might not be true but please leave a message if you wish to find out.
04 - We're screening all calls and if your message is not in proper grammar, we will not return your call.
05 - Please do leave a message after the beep. All messages will be re-routed to a judging official who will judge if I should return your call or not.
06 - I can't come to the phone right now and I can't tell you why but rest assured no one will get hurt if you leave a brief message but make sure you used ten words or less or else we'll all be in trouble. Just kidding. Maybe.
07 - Hello, is it me you're looking for? Then leave a message.
What kind of greetings would you leave on your voicemail?
