Writings and Poems of Franz

In the past few years, I thought I was building the right foundation Then I realize I am at the wrong soil I got to dig deeper again Maybe this time at the right soil With correct actions and foundation It's better to start over again Than to finish a race I never really wanted. Maybe you ask that's much All those years weren't a waste There are tons of things that worked and didn't A vision being cleared and a path being paved. --------------------------------------- I was having an initial thought lately that by December, my co-teachers have done massive move to their being passing the LET. I noticed a pattern that I am comparing their career success to my whole being. It's my thought writing this poem. As my co-workers waving their stems up in the sky by December, I am building my roots. It's more likely that I'm seeing it in a negative way than positive.  In my own wisdom, I can upgrade my life in different aspect of my life like on physical or business....

 People often see me as cheerful, soft-hearted, and stupid/ somehow ignorant (maybe I truly am).  I would say I am not. I am a very serious person. I am arrogant. I am stupid in a way that I am perfectionist that I ask multiple questions most of the time repeatedly to build my trust to any subject.  I set boundaries. I am brutally honest person. I have difficulties to say no sometimes but if I do, it won't be unapologetic. I love being misunderstood. I sometimes forget who I am and writings like this makes me remind me of who I am and what I wanted to be.

I just think how great to be with someone Whom I can share my sorrow, fears, and smiles Like how mid-afternoon got tan And our heart and soul rebell, it compiles As an old saying, true love never dies In midst of war, forfeit remain unheed My love never ceases; it conquers cries From our late amity, till death set us apart How are our dreams and peals of laughter we've wished The late-night talks and never-ending walks With the roads  we've taken, memoirs didn't vanish Dissimilar to our past affinity, I became unknown folk Do destiny is responsible, that I'm to be with you  Except for the fact that it is headed to be an asymptote Just how great it would be with someone like you It is love. It never fail. It simply didn't prosper.  That I with you.

       I feel burnt out today and the best I know to make myself calmer is to write. Just type what bothers in my mind and what my consciousness wanted to release.      In a way in which I no longer restrict myself if my words are repetitive or my spellings were wrong or even I speak in Tagalog. Kaya naman let me list nalang what runs in my mind. 1. I hope my thesis groupmates realize what their priorities are and make time of it. 2. I hope I can be better handling things and situations., 3. Next time I will allow myself more to be wrong. 4. And I why the heck I avoid myself to write?! .....and the moment that I start writing my thoughts just vanished like a bubble been plucked. and for hours of being honest of myself I just realized that I am writing outwardly before. I write to make people and readers amazed and amused of my writing which is I can never get control. What I really want is to just write. Regardless of the grammar, spelling, language, o...

                     My nephew who's a baby got ill, Alexi and as my elder sister is worried, our parents did too. They travel from our home to Quezon City to lend help babysitting my elder sister's first child, "The Coconut" Baby Mira.                     Just this morning, on my big surprise my mother came home just to wash the clothes. She was still worried about her grandchild, my nephew who's still recovering and just like that after she washed the clothes she immediately get back to my elder sister's place. (Ate Avee).                    Around 6:00 in the evening my sister Ate Ara got home and for no reason she's on a good mood. She asked, who washed the clothes? Then I answered,                    Si mama, umuwi para maglaba haha. *May I please borrow s...

                          My father have this small business of sandals and slippers making. Not just that, my father also does shoe repairing, and sells lots of goods such as shoes and bags that he canvas on Divisoria. As a man, he's not only hardworking but also diligent.  He is also a great father, with my mother they help us grow up knowing what is right and wrong. They made us who we are right now, what we need to do is to progress and grow on our own because we should be capable of taking care of our own.                         Earlier my father asked me if I could buy him an outsole, a material we commonly use in making a sandal. Not a seconds pass by and I immediately answered YES to him. I looked at my father's face and I've seen his face feel relieved. He was happy that he have the time to rest instead of riding a bike to buy th...

                     I don't know how to read a bible. Yes, you read it right.                        Maybe you're planning to close this tab of your google chrome  now as this blogpost now leads to a "gospel thing" topic. But please, have more minutes to continue. This story; had a special piece in my life.                  It was mid of my senior high school year when I realized that life is short and the life that I'm living is only for myself. As a man, I want myself to be seen by other people as strong as steel, as brave as lion, even though to myself I am not. That time I take away my pride and ego. Back then, I was not that close with my sisters so I texted a friend of mine whom I trust and asked her.                       "...

She’s a woman whose guileless, persistent, and sharp Who speaks with gentle, but can also make you fall off deceit, Her lines are like an excerpt from an aged novel   It was the moment that I saw her, That I realized focusing unto a star Is a kind of setting aside minutia of time   All negativity dissipated An intangible proof that loving her is an artistic arbitrary A great piece of my existence   Makes me think what kind of creed I am practicing If that was waiting for an epoch with her smile I’ll strike countless vicissitudes keeping on my back. If she needs axiomatic conclusion Having her back is a premise. " A some sort of poem that I came up with from unfamiliar words that I've encountered throughout the day. I never taught this was this hard haha

It all started when I was nine My mother told we're going to park But we end up at school and all I can do is whine Mother, are you trying to leave me in the dark? Another woman showed up in a arcs She told us she's our second mom She gave me toys; cars, legos and sharks I doubt her so much, but in end she make me calm She taught me everything about math, science or even psalm Now that I grew up, I want give back All the sacrifices she've done even at times she feel qualm She who's never been perfect but never lacked. I thaught my mom leave me at the thick and thin of thing Little do I know, she lead me to a magnificent beggining. -A spenserian poem that I've wrote from nowhere 

     Taking a picture of my current table so I can look back at it 10 years from now. I hope that you are all doing well. Have a great day ahead!

                                               These past few days, I started to wake up early around three o'clock in the morning but I then realized that even I know how early I am, I always miss to see how the sun rise. Every morning,I do some sort of online tutoring. The time I sit on my table is considered as my hustle time, it's consider as lucky day if I finished the task earlier around eight o'clock.                              And then, I already feel tired. That early.Plus the negativity (chismakers) of neighbors, some sort of misunderstaing at our house. I still want to do more things but my body seems like to neglect and to rest. I always try to push myself to my lmits. But always find myself resting. But atleast I tried didn't I?    ...

                   Back then, I always prevent myself to wake up early.Things are cluttered all around the house and it annoys me a lot so the first thing I am doing to greet a good morning is to clean the house. But not until I see thing differently.                 "Maybe it's an opportuniy for me to practice neatness if I already have my own house"                "Maybe it's some kind of reason , a purpose so I should wake up early"                 "Maybe It could be a gateway to my productivity, after I clean, I'll run, then I'll do my daily tasks"                 "It's a chance to serve, my mama will be proud of me."                  I just realized that there is no better wa...

      I often hear people telling that it's not right to assess yourself. But, not on me. I love analysing and judging myself. It's challenging and keeps me right on track with the things I value.    Do you complain often of "feeling bad" and if so, what is the cause?      No, I know that every problem I have is only byproduct of my own incompetence. When promlems emerge and I am starting to feel bad. I always I ask myself how can I shift my mood and my focus to something more productive. Do you find fault with other people at the slightest provocatio n?     No, I simply ask myself what is their intention. I am practicing myself to learn to understand people. Do you frequently make mistakes in your work? If so, why?     No, not o often.  If so, it is because of multitasking that unables me to focus on my work. Are you sarcastic and offensive in your conversation?     Yes.I'm sarcastic. I often ch...

With ths week's journal, allow me to use this also as my annual reflection and integrity report. Here I will gather up some questons and answer with all he things I've gotten through out the year. I'm telling you, as you start reading you will soon realized that this is just like my other journal. So please hang on tight and tag along. What are you feeling at the moment?     I feel mentally exhausted. I feel my head somehow aching. Pressing. What are you doing 1 year ago?      I am playing ,obile games, chasing pleasure, wasting time on social media. What are the things you are dreaming of before?     I dream of fancy things, I just keep on dreaming back then. What are the promises you told yourself before?     Promise  to be better?     Promise to not use people.     Promise to be a man. What are the If-only-if things you told yourself before?     If only I was rich.        ...

      I always encounter this kind of meme from the Matrix movie. Red pill or blue one? Make your choice.  First I wanted to thank you being here again and I appreciate you reading my stories and writings. This serves me as journal to reflect and to help me understand myself more. Hope this add value to your life too.     Things getting more difficult everysingle day for me. Starting the day with no push or the feel when I doesn't even want to start the day, wanted to sleep more. Do nothing all day but end up exhausted at night. It's tough. It's not what I wanted to be.      If I continue being like this, bad habits will compound. It will kill my time, my dreams will sink over time, and my soul cannot be found in no time.      I have two choices. Compromise, or Persevere.     Accept the thought that I cannot do anything. Deep dive into the illusion that everything will be fine. Sleeping at night praying, hoping for so...

To teach is to learn it twice so let me share with you my insights and what I have learned after reading Atomic Habits by James Clear so let me get started haha. We all have goals and target success to chase. The thing is we thought that to make a massive success we need a massive effort but it's not. Atomic Habits proved that by compounding improvements over time or being 1% better everyday will bring us success we wanted.  But be careful because habit is a double edge sword, it can either build you up or cut you down.  Most of us troubling to change and it's not because we didn't want to but it's the system, we didn't know what and where to change. First is to set a goal, and break it down with what process, action, and habits you should take in order to reach your goal. Once you know your goal then commit yourself with the process, focus on the system. Do not rise to the level of your goal, fall in the level of your system. Learn to fall in love with ...

                  One day. In a retrospect, the years of struggle will strike the most beautiful.       I can't remember exactly how my childhood went except those times when my mom will hit me for no reason, or when she caught me playing or enjoying something. I don't know the reason why but there is also the time when she throw away a pansit canton over me. Maybe that is just her coping mechanism when she's in her hardest pace on that time. Still, it hurts a bit remembering those.       When I got into senior-high school, this is where things got interesting. I have friends with same interest. They help me have a teanage life. I've got professors how become my mentors and friends. Circle of friends who let me get in with their travel goals even I don't have any money on my pocket. I feel really welcomed with them. I've enjoyed a goodlife of every trip I've taken.    ...

                                                                                                                                            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.                 ...

                 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 s...