BOOK ASTRONAUT

I want to write about the moon the way I want to write about you, Gene. Every emotion I feel when I see the moon, I get when at least your soul peeks somewhere. But just like the moon, you want to be as far away as possible, don't you? You hide behind the clouds and only show yourself to one world. You can't be biased to the cosmos, you know? You're placed in space to be seen by everyone. Where have you been? It sucks that the moon reminds me of you. Knowing that we're both under it, just separated by some miles, makes me feel better. But the mere fact of me having to look at the moon every night along with the memory of you is damning. It's really hard when you're stuck with the feelings you've been keeping for years. So show up, will you? The moon just did tonight. 12/03/17 18:34

Bullshit. The world is bullshit. And full of crap. It's noisy. It's hideous. It's full of toxic. It sucks the beauty of the universe. It's fucking noisy. Fucking noisy. It's noise-polluted. I can't read my fucking book because even the tiniest of sounds distracts the hell out of me; it pulls me out of the world I want to be in! I want to be reading and hearing Harry Potter inside my head without the noise of my Mom skyping with Dad, the TV, my sister watching It screeching every now and then, and my noisy unsettled thoughts. SHUT UP, WORLD! That's all I ask of you! You gave me a hard time first sem and now you won't even give me a fucking break?!

I'm one with the dogs I'm one with the pages of my books You're all a collection of organ systems With no use of brain and empathy You humans suck I think the world deserves your extinction You remind me of the people from my class Who I labeled in my mind as "Squad with Benefits" After you're done getting help You never look back You did everything ensuring you'll get something Because you're basically a swarm of fruit flies Buzz over a corpse, leave after ingestion And fly away like naturally useless creatures That's what humans are You suck and leave So be extinct already

Hi, I'm back. As much as possible, I want to get everything out of my mind and keep all of it in this single blog post. First semester really sucked. I mean, okay, if rounded off, I had an average grade of 98 for the first grading (97.75 organic) and that's probably the ONLY above average thing that happened to me all sem but other than that, HELL. Let me start off with how much I hate most of my teachers. They're the worst I've had. On the upside, they DO teach (but not the important ones; let's get to that part later) and they're fun to have class with and on the downside, their EQ is bursting everywhere. Let's tick each subject teacher off the list one by one (sorted according to schedule). BUSINESS MATH, you're fine, Ma'am. You're probably the teacher who we're under with the most wisdom. You're naturally smart without a hint of arrogance and being a show-off. Although, why do you have to make this rule where we are deducted 1pt...

I just found out, I can never be capable of being in a relationship. Which is a good thing (or bad, maybe, IDK).  Okay, here's one tiny important but a severely significant fact about me--I have a hard time getting over love interests. I swear to the gods, that's a real pain in the ass. Of all life aspects that I could be slow at getting over, it's love interests! Why couldn't it be ended friendships? Or book sales I could've availed had life not been too cruel? Why do I have to carry the shame of being the type of girl who takes time getting over a boy?! HEAVENS IF YOU FEEL THE SHAME I FEEL RIGHT NOW THEN YOU WOULD'VE KILLED YOURSELF ALREADY. I'm fine with Mom pressuring me into maintaining my grades. I'm fine with a heavy rain on a class day and I didn't bring an umbrella. I'm fine with Premiere projects taking days to render and export. I'm fine with a missed quiz or exam. I'm fine with a classmate talking behind m...

Only I can heal myself.

I just want to voice this out. I'm a Grade 12 ABM student. I want everyone to know how explicitly hard it is to transition from a science and mathematics world to a business and accounting world. If, while reading that, you said to yourself "I can do that uii duhhhh", well, I hope you think twice. Because not everyone is open to change. And it's not a poetic or dramatic "change" I'm talking about. It's real and non-drama. This year you're solving math and physics equations, and the next, you're balancing a worksheet. And that's bad, isn't it? Because deep inside, you wouldn't ever want to leave the world of math and science.  For four years, I was a Science high school student. The world of math and science is where I grew up. That's where I developed my skills. And it's what I love. But if your parents can't afford to send you to space because getting into NASA is just an impossible fly to the moon, you would...

17 years of existence and I already understand the gloom that some movies give the viewers. What adds up to all the disaster is the background music, the dialogues, and just everything you can hear from your earphones. And I don’t want to be pressed down too much by the tragedy of it all. That’s why I use subtitles—as scapegoats. (or maybe I just want to clearly know what the people in the films are talking about LOL)

Hey, it's Charlotte. Rayjenn Charlotte. This is not a suicide note or anything, no. I love myself too much to go to such path.  I am writing this on the night of April 23rd of 2017. It's summer break from this time and I have nothing to do. (No, I have lots to do. I'm just underestimating things. That's my life in a nutshell.) See, I am writing this because I want people to know that if in case I die--might be because of a terminal disease, accident, nuclear explosion in my workplace--they will know how to approach the event of my death. Second, I am writing this because I've had experiences of other people's death. Of how superstitious relatives make conclusions out of the dead guy's actions before his death.  "Before he died, he cleaned the house. As if he was bidding a final goodbye to his home."  NOPE. I certainly don't want that. I would never have my family say lines such as  "Maybe she top notched the bar exam bec...

At the moment, the person writing this literary text, is out of words. She has no idea where to start this discussion about her long-term expedition to and in Schiaparelli. All that's in her mind is the necessity to write and add another entry to her blog which has been feasted over by literary and virtual flies for the last two months when she last posted an entry about her Astro-pirations.  (waiting for ideas... waiting for ideas... waiting for ideas... waiting for ideas...) TING. An idea has arrived in the writer's mind. But  prior to this lengthy discussion,  she wants to inform you that this post is inspired by her favorite book and movie The Martian which also inspired the entry before this. That saying, let's dig further deep the Schiaparelli. (Writer's POV)

I woke up with my head throbbing and my muscles burning. Below the canopy of trees where I spent the night, I stretched away all of my body’s soreness that I got the night before, and for the same reason still – running away. My name is Selene, a warrior from the eastern land. My city – Zenith – has long been under the rule of this Dark Lord named Thorne. He turned Zenith upside down the moment his knights ransacked my hometown. He pierced his sword to the king’s head and took his throne. The king was my Father, and for that I seek revenge. Zenith is a lot different now. There’s nothing to eat, nothing to drink, and nothing to keep us warm. Every wealth the city has is all in the hands of the superiority. Along with seeking revenge for my Father, I help my people survive. I hunt the forests for meat and make sure every single native from Zenith will not starve to death. It’s all in me now. After all, I was the daughter of a king. I stood up from the bed of leav...