Writings and Poems of Franz

                                                                                                                                            Weeks ago, the author wrote on his previous story that he will update this blog everyweek. It was also written on his profile, telling that he will be active on weekends. But  weeks already passed, the author of this blog haven't publish anything yet. As expected, he won't last. He's a bubble.            It 's six o'clock in the morning.                  You get to the same author's blog again. Surpringsingly, the author updated another blog post. You're excited to read how great his journey get going, how elegant could he describe the sky on the streets, but what have you found was far more opposite from what you have expected,                You were upset . That's not why you came here. You've waited for more than a week.You expect his writings to brighten up your day, and what you rececived was a story entitl

                 Months ago, I've decided  to write my own book. Then life came. It wasn't kind. There are so much resistance contrast to that dream. I wasn't good at English, my grammar sucks, words were redundant, or you might even encounter wrong spellings of words from my blog posts. (I would love if you'd correct me.) But damn it, I am commited. This might take some time, this might take a lot of work but the weight of my dreams is greater than the hardships I might encounter. It's been decided, I will go through an endless refinement and continous improvement. I will overcome my untrue limitations.                   In order to write this dream book of mine, I had to take it step by step, little by little.                  Back then, I used to journal my memorable days on a worned out pocket notebook that I've bought on a shop full of Japan surplus. It is as small as one fourth sheet of paper that has a red leather cover with header of year 2005 on it. It&