Who Says?

You can't play on broken strings, you can't feel anything.

This line is BOOOOOGUS! Not worth lingering on to.

This line would only make you emo-ish and hell-ish. Enough with the ISH words. Anyhow, I may be blogging pointlessly here, but the point is [HAHA!], I blog... A LOT. And it's crowding my multiply account. So instead of flooding my "weirded" out Multiply page, I'm going flood in this public blogging thing :))

Title Page: Five Broken Strings... But I Keep On Singing :)

Let me explain to you what that REALLY means.

I play the guitar. I personally own an acoustic one. In an acoustic guitar, you'd find 6 strings (irregardless of what material they may be made of). I'd like to see my life as a... I don't know, a guitar? HAHA! But yeah. I see it as a guitar. As a musically-inclined person, I would normally see myself as an instrument. Musical instrument, that is.

Not that I'm super musically-inclined like Dionisio (my flute-playing friend. She IS AWESOME, by the way.) but comparing someone's self to a musical instrument give's that person a sense of pride... Self-fulfillment. You feel like you're being used for a pretty music sheet, to create a wonderful masterpiece.

Life's a song, anyways. Why?
- The memories are the lyrics
- The existence is the melody
- The love that you gain all in all (from family, special people... etc.) is the beat
- The problems make up the bridge
- The resolutions are the last choruses
- The end of a trouble is the end of a song

... Or something like that. That's how I compare my life to a song. To what do you compare your life to?

Moving onwards (to what I really want to explain)...

The five broken strings are the five things that I keep on [having problems with/losing/breaking].

First broken string: Friendship
I keep on losing this. I don't know the real reason behind it. As far as I'm concerned, the reasons vary.

Some say that I'm a GOSSIP GIRL.
>> Whoever said that, I want to forget that she said it. It hurt terribly. This was way back in ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. Can you imagine that?! It started in elementary school. My 11-year-old classmates knew how to call me this. And it bruised me. I just didn't have the guts to tell them way back then... even now.

Some say that I STINK. (Literally)
>> Gosh, did this bruise me harder. I didn't know why I stank, but according to their senses, I DID. The stink drove them away. But hello?! I was stinky for just ONE DAY. They said I smelled like fish. OUCH. Do you know how much that hurts?! For one day, you smell like fish. For the rest of the year onwards, they drift away from you. Others just drift away even if they don't know the reason why.

Some say that I cannot be trusted.
>> I never want to ruin people's trust. NEVER. But whenever they decipher the crime, I always end up to be the criminal. WHY!? I don't hella know. Point is... I never did something intentionally that made them lose my trust. Don't know how things happen. Sucks to be blamed for something that you didn't do. (Or at least something that you didn't intentionally do.)

Some say that I've changed.
>> That is meant either PHYSICALLY or MENTALLY or EMOTIONALLY. Bah. Whatever. But somehow, THIS is always the problem. This always HAS to be part of it. But hell to the yeah, I do change. Change is constant.

Well... That's just SOME of the things that people hate me for that they can't even surpass those things to become my friend. Dunno why. Ask THEM LITTLE ROTTERS :| :))

Second broken string: Romantic Relationships
Don't ask. KIDD :)) Fine. Ask. But I've went through tons of these. Almost all sorts. ALMOST all sorts. Don't want to go through them one by one. I lose them because of... uh...:

>> PARENTS
>> STUDIES
>> IMMIGRATION (they're at fault, not meeee.)

Third broken string: Family Ties
THIS. This... I don't want to talk about this right now. It makes me cry a lot sooo... HAHA!

It's not like I have a broken family or anything. It's hard to explain so please don't let me think too much. It's 1:03 AM right now and my mind isn't ready to tackle with you about these things :))

Fourth broken string: Money
OH YEAAAAAAAAAH! The World's Numero Uno Promblemo: PESETAS :)) Kidding. I need money. I almost did everything for it. I regret that. But then again, money is a neccesity. Can't take it away.

What's wrong is to be ENGROSSED in it. Dagnabbit! :))

Fifth broken string: Trust
SHORTLY PUT: I NEED TO EARN ALL THE TRUST THAT I LOST WITH A LOT OF PEOPLE BACK :(( 'Kaaaay. Enough of that shiz.



By now, you MUST'VE noticed something. There's one string that I haven't broken yet. The sixth string.

The Sixth String: On the next blog entry, I'll explain :) HAHA! Love you ♥

(I need more time to explain The Sixth String ♥)

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